Okay, this was a problem. As long as he was protecting Whitney, Felt couldn't fight properly, which would put bot himself and the others in danger. But if he would get cose enough to actually hurt the dragon instead of just scratching it, he wouldn't be able to help the girl, who compared to everyone else was quite helpless. To make matters worse, the ongoing battle seemed to drive the dragon into a rage, spewing dark mist everywhere with an ear-splitting scream, the latter part of which staggered Felt all by itself. No... This dragon needed to be taken down before it could harm anyone else, which would require everyone's combined effort. As much as he hated it, he simply couldn't hang back in order to block stray attacks aimed at Whitney.

It was roughly at this point that the black man with the strange weapons called out to Felt, beaking him out of his mental problems and saying something about strengthening his blade. Would that even work though? In between the fact that the Azoth was quite a legendary blade and sort of had anti-magic properties, Felt wasn't exactly sure if Sazh's efforts would have any effect. .[i]..Well, it's not like it can do any harm[/i], the alchemist figured. And seeing as right now they all had a common goal, it really wouldn't make sense for the man to attack him. As such, the young swordsman complied to the instructions of his temporary partner. 
As it turned out, Felt's worries were in vain, seeing as Sazh's fire-y enhancing whatever-it-was spell affected the Azoth without any problems. "Thanks!," the alchemist nodded at his helper, then turned back at his target. "Okay, let's do this, Azoth," he said, focusing some of his own mana into the blade. The red glow surrounding the Azoth was joined by a mild blue one, creating the illusion of a purple shine. Not wasting any time this time, Felt leapt forward with an aerial slash aimed at what seemed to be the weak point and common focus point of the attack; the wings. In his specific case, Felt tried to strike right at the base of the wings, figuring that even a relatively small wound theire would cripple the entire appendage.