There's no time to dodge the blow of Ifrit's arm, but Terra's never been much of a dodging type anyway. Instead, he sets his feet and brings up his blade to block the worst of the damage. The Primal's strength echoes through his body, his teeth clack together with the force of it, but he doesn't flinch.

The fire is a bit more of a concern: it pushes Terra back a step or two, whether he likes it or not. He coughs the smoke from his lungs and tries to ignore the burns.

"We can beat this, Castor!" he calls. "You're strong enough!"