Saix stood up straighter when he realised no further attacks were coming. His opponent had powered up, entered another form, and was now backing away.

Saix scowled, keeping a grip on his weapon, and watching. The burn across his opponent's chest was still visible, but he hadn't done anything to make his enemy turn tail; he was sure of that.

A tactical retreat then, rather than an accepted defeat. Saix trusted it about as much as he'd trust Xigbar, and for much the same reason, which was why he kept Lunatic at the ready, but he didn't advance any further attacks.

He spared Axel and Aerith a look, ensuring they weren't too badly hurt. Axel had been in a bad way, but Aerith had been quick to act once she regained consciousness. Saix was relieved at that, although he'd never admit it; he'd thought, for a while, that he risked losing him again.