Lumi let out a snarl when Marluxia grabbed his wrist, but upon seeing who it was, he swallowed the tail end of it.

With an audible sound of pain, he pulled his wrist from Marluxia's grip and raised his gun, firing blindly into the direction of both the doorway and the wall that divided the drawing room from the dining room, anything to stop Xigbar firing while Marluxia, quite literally, worked his magic.

It was hard to keep his arm up. The pain was starting to deaden his arm and he could smell blood, his own, intermingled with the scent of gunfire, actual fire and dust.

When his bullets were exhausted, he swayed where he stood, breathing ragged.