Axel, still panting, was glad of the cure spell from Aerith. It made him feel stronger, better, more able to continue.

He straightened in time to hear Saix's opponent shout something and then flood the battlefield with his reiatsu. It was like last time. He steeled himself, preparing for a harder fight... but scowled when the Bard called something in Al Bhed.

He didn't understand a word of it. It was too fast.