He picked up on the slight change in atmosphere shortly after Claire; Cid had already come to a stop on his own by the time her words left her mouth. That said, he was no less surprised than she was when something more or less erupted from the earth, sending snow high into the air. Almost automatically, Cid cast ruin, sending it off toward the spot where Claire had stood a moment before.
Drawing enemy fire from an ally had, in some aspects, been a part of his training back with the GC, but it was not, admittedly, something that becoming a l'Cie had actively encouraged--not until he started working as a SeeD here though. All the same, the action had been so fluid that it'd not been until after he'd already thrown haste and protect on himself that he realized that he was drawing the creature away from the lieutenant to give her some time to recover--what little of it that she needed, at least. It wasn't that he was regretting the action, but considering the hostility that had built up between them, Cid was perhaps a bit surprised that it still came so naturally.
Cid had no time to dwell on the matter now, though, as a hand lifted from the snow, rising up and up before slamming down toward the ground; he was forced into a defensive position as the fingers threatened to crush him. His gaze searched for Claire in the mess of monster limbs, chunks of falling snow and ice, but every time he thought he spotted a flash of pink hair, the vysage would draw his attention once more with a grotesque sound or a deadly swipe.
Once or twice, he'd manage to toss out a spell--another ruin, a deprotectga--but again and again, he'd be forced back into a guarding stance. Cid didn't dare call out to Claire lest the monster's attention returned to her, but he did wonder... He knew she wasn't the sort to back down from a fight. That said, would she leave him to fend for himself? It didn't feel like she harbored murderous thoughts toward him anymore, but the doubt was deep-seated enough for him to question her loyalties.
With that thought in mind, he thew a poisonga at the creature, only for it to be cured away a moment later. So the plan of slowly but surely chipping away at the thing's life seemed to have backfired rather stupendously. A sardonic grin pulled as his lips as Cid rolled away from another blow from one of the hands. Hmph. Hopefully his "partner" here was just waiting for the most opportune moment to strike. Cid didn't much fancy dancing around with his opponents.
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Drawing enemy fire from an ally had, in some aspects, been a part of his training back with the GC, but it was not, admittedly, something that becoming a l'Cie had actively encouraged--not until he started working as a SeeD here though. All the same, the action had been so fluid that it'd not been until after he'd already thrown haste and protect on himself that he realized that he was drawing the creature away from the lieutenant to give her some time to recover--what little of it that she needed, at least. It wasn't that he was regretting the action, but considering the hostility that had built up between them, Cid was perhaps a bit surprised that it still came so naturally.
Cid had no time to dwell on the matter now, though, as a hand lifted from the snow, rising up and up before slamming down toward the ground; he was forced into a defensive position as the fingers threatened to crush him. His gaze searched for Claire in the mess of monster limbs, chunks of falling snow and ice, but every time he thought he spotted a flash of pink hair, the vysage would draw his attention once more with a grotesque sound or a deadly swipe.
Once or twice, he'd manage to toss out a spell--another ruin, a deprotectga--but again and again, he'd be forced back into a guarding stance. Cid didn't dare call out to Claire lest the monster's attention returned to her, but he did wonder... He knew she wasn't the sort to back down from a fight. That said, would she leave him to fend for himself? It didn't feel like she harbored murderous thoughts toward him anymore, but the doubt was deep-seated enough for him to question her loyalties.
With that thought in mind, he thew a poisonga at the creature, only for it to be cured away a moment later. So the plan of slowly but surely chipping away at the thing's life seemed to have backfired rather stupendously. A sardonic grin pulled as his lips as Cid rolled away from another blow from one of the hands. Hmph. Hopefully his "partner" here was just waiting for the most opportune moment to strike. Cid didn't much fancy dancing around with his opponents.