[Though he could tell she wasn't faring well -being thrust into a fight like this so soon after having a very forceful and very accidental introduction to a wall wasn't something just anyone would be able to handle with the tenacity that Xion had been displaying. In truth, he was only doing slightly better, though whatever edge he might have over her was being more than negated because of the torrent of memories threatening to drown him.
Not willing to slack on his end while she was putting so much effort into things, he focused on defending his side of their formation. A NeoShadow did that particularly annoying trick it had of literally flying right at them. It didn't work before and Roxas wasn't planning on letting it work again.
His stance shifted a little and moments before it would have slammed into him, he vaulted upward, leading with the business edge of Oblivion. The move swept the heartless into the air with him, its form swirling off to each side in a mess of shadow stuffs. A second immediately followed -his reaction with the Keyblade would've been too slow and instinct already had him swinging his fist. The punch took it under the chin, stunning it for a moment before he whirled about in mid-air, bringing his weapon down and hurling it back to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the scene before him changed again and he was sitting on the Clock Tower with Axel and Xion.
Does that mean you're my friend too, Axel?
Yeah. Any friend of Roxas' is a friend of mine.
Thank you both.
Reality flashed back -he was still airborne and his little bit of acrobatics had left his friend's flank unguarded where a shadowy pool slide into place and the heartless' head began to emerge. Angling his Keyblade downward, he used another Air Slide to change his vector.
With a crash, he slammed into the pavement, sending chunks of it along with black streaming bits of what used to be a NeoShadow clattering off to the sides.
More images flashed through his mind. Feelings, places and sounds briefly lining up to give him a glimpse of things that were slowly starting to make more and more sense. He remembered this moment: Luxord had just told him that Xion had gone into a deep sleep and Saix was trying to stop him from going to see her.
I'll call that thing whatever I want. How we deal with Xion is no concern of yours.
I didn't ask you if it was!
Again, reality snapped back into place as inertia caught up with him in his not-quite impact crater as the last of the NeoShadow he'd crashed into faded into the ether. Struggling to stand, he collapsed to his knee, supporting himself on his weapon.]
Xion, can you see a way for us to back out of here?
I... I don't think I'm going to hold together much longer... my head...
[He trailed off a little as he winced, his breathes coming in ragged pants; at least managing to keep his facing against their enemies.]
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Not willing to slack on his end while she was putting so much effort into things, he focused on defending his side of their formation. A NeoShadow did that particularly annoying trick it had of literally flying right at them. It didn't work before and Roxas wasn't planning on letting it work again.
His stance shifted a little and moments before it would have slammed into him, he vaulted upward, leading with the business edge of Oblivion. The move swept the heartless into the air with him, its form swirling off to each side in a mess of shadow stuffs. A second immediately followed -his reaction with the Keyblade would've been too slow and instinct already had him swinging his fist. The punch took it under the chin, stunning it for a moment before he whirled about in mid-air, bringing his weapon down and hurling it back to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the scene before him changed again and he was sitting on the Clock Tower with Axel and Xion.
Does that mean you're my friend too, Axel?
Yeah. Any friend of Roxas' is a friend of mine.
Thank you both.
Reality flashed back -he was still airborne and his little bit of acrobatics had left his friend's flank unguarded where a shadowy pool slide into place and the heartless' head began to emerge. Angling his Keyblade downward, he used another Air Slide to change his vector.
With a crash, he slammed into the pavement, sending chunks of it along with black streaming bits of what used to be a NeoShadow clattering off to the sides.
More images flashed through his mind. Feelings, places and sounds briefly lining up to give him a glimpse of things that were slowly starting to make more and more sense. He remembered this moment: Luxord had just told him that Xion had gone into a deep sleep and Saix was trying to stop him from going to see her.
I'll call that thing whatever I want. How we deal with Xion is no concern of yours.
I didn't ask you if it was!
Again, reality snapped back into place as inertia caught up with him in his not-quite impact crater as the last of the NeoShadow he'd crashed into faded into the ether. Struggling to stand, he collapsed to his knee, supporting himself on his weapon.]
Xion, can you see a way for us to back out of here?
I... I don't think I'm going to hold together much longer... my head...
[He trailed off a little as he winced, his breathes coming in ragged pants; at least managing to keep his facing against their enemies.]