Xigbar picked off a few of the tiny things with his gun. Axel was doing nicely with his flames there, and the moment the fire waned, Xigbar followed it up a whole lot of pressure, gravity pressure. At least the thing couldn't anywhere anymore. And Axel's little barbecue had evaporated enough of the water that it didn't seem all that keen on regenerating anymore.
And yet all of that, the fire, the gravity, didn't come close to matching the goddamn ick the thing has cast on them. He was never going to get this out of his hair for fuck's bloody sake.