It started out soft at first. A low rumble as the hunched form moved just enough to turn toward the voice. A moment later and that rumble had shifted into a snarl as brilliant green eyes glared over at Gladio. Gone was the soft sage of Ignis' eyes, replaced by a feverishly bright wintergreen. The face was still human, muscles tense with pain and what had to be a acrid whiff of fear from the adviser.