He was tired, there was no doubt though he'd slept a full night. The sandbags shouldn't have drained him as much as they had and that was puzzling. Something dark resembling a head seemed to poke up above the water and Ignis summoned his daggers. He couldn't get into the water but he could go to meet it.

"I don't believe we'll be getting our break." The advisor predicted grimly. It was a pity too, he'd really been looking forward to it, because his limbs felt heavy even when holding the daggers out as he normally did.