Marluxia ached. Stopping like this was, potentially, a mistake, not on Lumi's account, but because making a further move was now infinitely harder. His muscles screamed protest as he took the offered hand and got back to his feet.

Lumi offering him a hand. That was progress of a sort, he knew. They'd both learned more about each other through this; perhaps enough to be more effective a partnership in future.

"That was harder on my chakra than I'd like," he said, softly, "I need to better master the formation and maintenance before I attempt combining it with magic." He could not, after all, afford to end up as weak as this in a real fight.