Grimmjow backed away from Saix's desperate swing and grinned as he caught the scent of the blood from the cut he'd inflicted. His joy was short-lived, however, because he didn't miss that flash of yellow eyes even through the fine rain of sand. He knew what that meant.

He dodged Saix's first berserk attack, making a conscious effort to stay out of his reach. Berserk made him much stronger, he knew that by now, but it sacrificed defense and rational thinking for the power boost that the self-inflicted status affect afforded him.

Then he heard whale song. It was a curious thing to hear in the middle of Ivalice's biggest desert. A low, haunting tune mixed with the one Tayuya played and he could have laughed when the smell of brine mingled with that of the desert heat and fell around them all.

The Fire Elemental's life was going to get a whole lot more difficult.

Still, he had his own battle to fight. He moved in when a swing left Saix open and charged and fired a bala at mid range.