Oh, Ienzo's fully aware of the Heartless's tendency to attack in packs and formations, but that doesn't mean he can't be annoyed about it when they don't even let him get a word in edgewise. Lips pressed into a thin, annoyed line, he summons up another gale to push the bombs back at the offending beast. Fire won't do much to it, but better they explode on it than them.

"As I was saying," he half-shouts over the roar of wind. "Were you looking for something in particular? I may be able to help." What with having spent his entire childhood roaming these halls, but it's probably for the best that he doesn't bring that up just now.