Bracing himself, Saix hefts up his claymore to block but he's still too slow. One chakram crashes into his blade and bounces off somewhere out of reach, he doesn't much care where because it's the second one that hits. It digs into his shoulder, tearing apart his coat and flesh for more darkness to slip out from. Much more use of that arm, and he'll probably ruin it. Regardless, he still tries to take a few more steps forward and give a one-handed swing of Lunatic down in Axel's general direction. But that's it. That's all his body can do right now.

He doesn't move from where he has Lunatic smashed into the pavement; the glow is starting to fade from his eyes. It was too soon to get so aggressive, and he can hardly get his body to move now. He nearly collapses before slamming one boot onto the ground to force himself to stay upright.

"Just die... You're already dead, traitor." A gulp of air. "Go back to it."