Axel listened to Saix and rather hoped it wouldn't come to that. Their lives depending on Aerith and the last thing she, they or anybody in the church needed was a stray orbo bullet inhibiting her chakra flow.

When the noise above began, Axel looked around. He was entirely unhappy with that. His faith in Aerith trembled within him almost as strongly as the collapsing plate shook the ground. He trusted her -- she'd saved his life -- but with the most ambitious city in the whole of Spira disintegrating around his ears he didn't feel quite so easy putting his life in the folded hands of a white mage who held everything within the building on, quite literally, a wing and a prayer.

A movement in the corner of his eye dragged his attention from Saix before he got the chance to respond. The Turks moved further into the church. His hands strayed to his weapons on impulse and stopped when he watched the would-be enemy lower their weapons in confusion.