[The most frustrating part is that mentally, Ignis can picture the two-fold attack as Gladio performs it. Between the sounds and their experiences fighting back-to-back, he knows exactly where it is going. Completely dodging the second part, however, requires either vision or a precision he has yet to regain. That he manages to reduce the contact from a full on blow to a glancing one is something, but the contact is still enough to send crashing backward into the ground, his breath knocked out of him, daggers flying from his hands and then winking out of existence in a flash of blue crystal as they return to the armory.]

Enough, Gladiolus!

[No matter how hard Gladio looks for the flicker of an illusion, he will see nothing. Ignis' voice is frustrated and pained, but despite being sideswiped by a raging behemoth, his appearance remains unchanged.]

We have few medical supplies as it is and I have no intention of wasting any of them or Noctis' magic on myself.