He leapt forward without second guessing himself, and somehow -- missed a step in doing so. He slid, head first, all the way underneath the fiend, but managed to grab the hilt of his blade in the process. He grunted, lifting himself to his feet again, now on the other side. Split formation? Well. Maybe it could work.

Jecht lifted a hand to run along his forehead, surprised by the amount of sweat he found came off. Damn. Had he somehow been poisoned? How stupid of him! Careless. Weak. "Ngh!" somehow escaped his lips as he attempted to jump forward again attacking them head on -- and this time -- collapsed entirely. Faceplanting on the ground.