Marluxia had allowed Lumi a twitch of a smile at his first glance back. Marluxia didn't understand Lumi's attachment to his sword when he was, primarily, a ranged fighter. He preferred guns, and his ruin spells were a thing to behold, though magic wasn't his forte.

Still, he rarely travelled without the sword, and Marluxia put it down to Lumi preferring to keep his options open. There was something odd about standing back and holding onto it, perhaps because it was rare that Lumi didn't carry it. Marluxia didn't bother to examine his feelings on the matter. They had other concerns right now.

He felt the change in the air, and he was already moving to hand Lumi his sword before he saw Lumi reaching back for it, obviously reluctant to take his eyes from the wyrm.

Marluxia inhaled slowly, ready to call on a portal, but also gathering himself to use the magic innate to the area, should he have to. He wasn't about to let Lumi get hurt if that thing attacked.