This time Gil was ready. He knew the creature had little care for self-preservation and instead of assuming it would back off, he pivoted and spun away. That had been a cover in the first place, as another Scourge spell, the last Pen could manage without some time to recharge, flew in towards Ragnarok. A feint.

Cu, on the other hand, simply surged forward after Gil, his bulk much slower than the hasted spirit.

"FIIIIIGHT!" he roared.