He'd been ready to charge Garlond, Soul Eater in hand, when he'd been knocked out of the circle like a dog slamming face first into an invisible wall. ...Mother of Holy spells, that was a thing.

Once the dust settled, Ira took a moment to cast Cura on himself; before moving to stand with Saori, blade at the ready, before stopping in his tracks before reaching the front line. This reeked of multi-phase boss fight, and the very thought alone brought back memories.

He glanced at Mary. The others may not be ready to attack someone apparently on his last legs, but he was. Though if that Chaotic Wave told him anything, it was to wait before he followed Sephiroth's example and use Dark Mode.