How very predictable. Not that Saïx had truly expected anything different to be quite honest. But predictable wasn't to say it would be bad. ALl it meant was that he didn't need to think about his actions, and he couldn't keep from grinning as the wolf leapt at him.

At the same time, his sword swung up and around. If Remus didn't get out of the way, it would catch him across the side, albeit with the more blunt edge of the blade. He wasn't about to end things that soon.