That gets a quiet, startled laugh out of Cecil.

"When it comes to taking hits, having previous experience and suddenly knowing how to cast a basic healing spell is most helpful. So is knowing that your opponent can afford to throw exactly three strikes at you."

He moves to the side, allowing a blade bathed in light to manifest out of nothing in his place. The sword floats towards Sion, and the voice speaks once again.

"The time is come. Bid farewell to your bloodstained past."

There's only one thing to be done, really.