Oh--oh! Tidus nods, a fist raised, and he's definitely not going to use that to try and weaken the cage, but he's got better tools.

Luckily the sprites are insistent on following Alfredo, one--and it must be one, by the few unleashed--spitting out ice shards like hail towards the boy. They may sting if they catch, more of a nuisance than deadly.

Meanwhile, Tidus tries his best to build up a spell, using the time he has: a sphere of water growing, not bursting as immediately as his other spells. The flames roar to the water trapped in the side of its bars, lashing out tendrils that Tidus tries to ignore against his barrier. If he can hold out...!