Shiro tightened his grip on his katana as the Saints burst through the ceiling expecting an attack, but instead they were just watching them. He sighed as Norene began doing just what he had said not to, resisting the urge to clamp her mouth shut. He clenched his teeth, not wanting to just wait for them to attack anymore. He dashed forward at a rapid speed, not nearly as fast as he could possibly go, but still quite faster than expected from someone like him. He quickly closed the distance between him and the Saint facing him, slashing horizontally at it's torso, aiming to slice it right in half. He knew nothing of these creatures reflexes or anatomy, but he guessed they couldn't be too far off from anything else.