While the successful connection of his attack made Sync outwardly grin, he was sorely disappointed to know that it'd only been because of all the distracting noises high above them. It figured that Anise couldn't keep her mouth shut for even one minute. Still, he could only watch as Guy pathetically fell back onto the floor, more than prepared to block the sudden slash with the heel of his boot. The block had caused a few tendrils of green lightning to appear at the point of connection, though Landel's words were enough to steal his attention for the time being.

One would think that getting a 'helping hand' from the Head Doctor himself would receive at least the slightest bit of amusement, but Sync was anything but grateful. It was almost as if they didn't trust him to finish the job on his own, which would only lead to Claude and the rest his idiot friends pinning Guy's inevitable death on something completely unrelated like this. It figured that he couldn't even enjoy this one thing.

The replica threw Landel a harsh glare, teeth grinding together as he bit back his poisonous words.

No, this was Guy's fault. If the swordsman had just kept to himself then he wouldn't have had to drag spineless bastards like Claude into the picture. Ha! It served him right for trying to make friends in a hellhole like this!

"Looks like it'll be to the death. Just like old times," Sync announced bitterly, raising his head high to meet Guy's eyes with his own condescending glare.