It was only pure luck that Jack had done the best thing he could last turn. If he had been still moving, trying to maintain a dance, he would have been blown right off the platform now. He stays low, almost can't believe that Bahamut isn't attacking with anything stronger. The more time they can stall, the more health Jack will get back, feeling himself getting stronger and stronger from his own healing. But K'pandolu is there. His friends are still standing.

The regular Attack barely did anything, but he repeats it anyway. He can't try again for a dance that might add some status effects until this wind dies down.