Lunatic was in Saix's hands within the blink of an eye. Spinning on his heel, Saix quickly bridged the distance between them and raised the heavy claymore to put it at equal height with the pale skin of Zexion throat. While there was much to be said about Zexion's mind and his reasoning skills, physically Saix could easily overpower the founding member. Holding his claymore steady at Zexion's throat, the threat as clear as the moon on a clear night, his face twisted into a cruel facsimile of a smile. "That, number VI, is treason. And you do remember the punishment that carries, I presume."