If he could roll his eyes, Ignis would, but since he can't he focuses himself on more important things. He's not quite sure how this particular skill will work in his place, but focus is at its base and focus he has in spades. For a moment, he falls into complete stillness, reaching out to his surroundings with all his available senses. Only when he can all but see the movements of the sharks around them laid out over the darkness of his sight does he suddenly start moving again, hitting one shark after another at blinding speed. His last movement brings him to stand almost face to face with the other man, expression deadly serious. Despite he sunglasses covering his eyes, almost anyone can guess from the scarring peeking out around them that Ignis is either blind or at least partially so.

"I've skated on thin ice to help you so far, but I have no intention of becoming an ice fisherman should you break through. We have but moments before they start to swarm again. Come on!"

And, without waiting to see if the man will follow, Ignis turns to dash back toward solid ground.