Xigbar's eyes widened a little at the thrown sticks of dynamite, before he shoved himself off against the empty air, trying to escape the force of the explosion. He didn't completely manage it, but luckily the leather of his coat was thick and a lifetime of experiments with Xaldin had gotten him used to things blowing up in their faces. Hell, the taste of soot in his mouth was almost homely, reminding him of his Other and the rest of them.
Teleporting again, he found himself a nice spot on the ceiling this time, high above Cid. Clicking his guns together, he formed his rifle, feeling its smooth weight in his hands as he took aim at the man. Sure, this way he had to stay still for longer, and dodging things was a tad more difficult, but it was easier to take aim at small objects. Small object such as Cid's hands which were still holding his spear.