[The heat is at least dulling Felix's thoughts. He follows, eyes flickering over Olivine's form for short periods and then glancing away.]

I'm not made for this, so I'll defer to you. I've struck more people with a sword than I've ever touched with my hands...

[His voice croaks from the dryness, and he places himself in the center of the room to show readiness, watching Olivine without meeting his eyes.]