Saix responded to the movement of the Turks too, raising his hand, and preparing to summon the spirit particles to form his claymore, but he stopped when he saw his enemy lower their weapons as they got closer. Part of him howled to call his weapon and fight, but another part of him knew it was a skill best not demonstrated to such an audience if avoidable. And they didn't seem prepared to fight.

The noise outside grew worse; large things were audibly hitting the church, but the church's broken structure seemed to be holding against it.

Behind them, near Aerith, the assembled rabble they'd managed to corral into the church huddled together. The sound of sobs, and the odd scream, were barely heard over the cacophony of Midgar collapsing around them.