"You still got fists!" Really, Jecht understood. Though he wasn't breathing hard yet -- blitzball training really made for an efficient cardiovascular system -- he could feel the burn in his muscles building up to a hot leaden weight. By this point he was barely using his sword, just tossing a punch any time some figure got close and blocking what he could. Still, one thing kept him going. "On your belly ain't a way for a man to go down!"