Instinctively, Philip jumped back and lifted his arms up to shield himself when the acid poured out onto Ankh. Whatever instinctive force had taken over to protect him shoved down the pang he felt in his chest for Ankh's situation. He couldn't afford to care.

With a whip-type Branch of Sin, he couldn't attack from too far away; but he could avoid getting too close. He dug his nails into his arm to draw more blood to add to the whip and darted around behind Ankh, striking blow after blow.