[This was getting tiresome. He was beginning to feel less and less afraid of this Xion winning while growing continually more aggravated with her mouth. It was trying on his patience -he felt angry rather than fearful and he could feel it consuming him.
Not anger at the situation, not even anger at his opponent but anger that Riku -in fact everyone seemed right that he wasn't able to measure up to any of the ambitions he'd laid before him. Simple ambitions. Ambitions that were on the common ground between himself and his Other.
We have come for you, my liege.
For a moment, he wondered if on the steps of his and Xion's impending ruin, he'd begun to go mad. But then the strangest notion occurred to him: nothing was moving -he wasn't even drawing breath. He wondered if this was just some sort of limbo Nobodies saw before they were erased. But then a stray glance to his right brought him face to face with a Nobody, a Samurai-type... one of his.
He blinked, his eyes refocusing and he could seen several of them. Barely translucent in the shadows, all staring at him. Roxas' eyes glanced into the helmet of the one closet to him and rather than seeing or hearing anything, he felt.
In the few hours he'd begun to exist again, he'd been losing himself by concentrating on those common things between himself and Sora. But he'd never stopped to think about the things that made him different and yet still were qualities that could be admirable if used the right way.
He was quicker to anger; the better to lash out at those that hurt the ones he wanted to protect. He wasn't as out-going; the better to listen when people needed it. He didn't have a heart; he could still feel and sympathize. He was a Nobody; his will was stronger because that will defined him in lieu of a heart.
And more importantly, it allowed him to give purpose to those who'd lost all sense of self. To give reason to those whose only surviving instincts were to fight. To use that will to fight, to protect those things that were most important.
He understood.
Time resumed as he struggled to keep from buckling and letting her break his wrist. His grin took on a half-mad quality to it as his eyes met hers.]
AEROGA!
[In an instant, the cyclone kicked up around him. If it provided even a moment's distraction, he would take that; using the gust of air to lift him as he threw both his legs out at the Sorized Xion in a drop kick. Though rather than drop, the wind carried him.
Then if that weren't enough, a quartet of Samurai Nobodies materialized in the arena, two flanking his foe just outside of striking range while the second pair formed a defensive line near the injured Xion.]
I'd bet.
Not anger at the situation, not even anger at his opponent but anger that Riku -in fact everyone seemed right that he wasn't able to measure up to any of the ambitions he'd laid before him. Simple ambitions. Ambitions that were on the common ground between himself and his Other.
We have come for you, my liege.
For a moment, he wondered if on the steps of his and Xion's impending ruin, he'd begun to go mad. But then the strangest notion occurred to him: nothing was moving -he wasn't even drawing breath. He wondered if this was just some sort of limbo Nobodies saw before they were erased. But then a stray glance to his right brought him face to face with a Nobody, a Samurai-type... one of his.
He blinked, his eyes refocusing and he could seen several of them. Barely translucent in the shadows, all staring at him. Roxas' eyes glanced into the helmet of the one closet to him and rather than seeing or hearing anything, he felt.
In the few hours he'd begun to exist again, he'd been losing himself by concentrating on those common things between himself and Sora. But he'd never stopped to think about the things that made him different and yet still were qualities that could be admirable if used the right way.
He was quicker to anger; the better to lash out at those that hurt the ones he wanted to protect. He wasn't as out-going; the better to listen when people needed it. He didn't have a heart; he could still feel and sympathize. He was a Nobody; his will was stronger because that will defined him in lieu of a heart.
And more importantly, it allowed him to give purpose to those who'd lost all sense of self. To give reason to those whose only surviving instincts were to fight. To use that will to fight, to protect those things that were most important.
He understood.
Time resumed as he struggled to keep from buckling and letting her break his wrist. His grin took on a half-mad quality to it as his eyes met hers.]
AEROGA!
[In an instant, the cyclone kicked up around him. If it provided even a moment's distraction, he would take that; using the gust of air to lift him as he threw both his legs out at the Sorized Xion in a drop kick. Though rather than drop, the wind carried him.
Then if that weren't enough, a quartet of Samurai Nobodies materialized in the arena, two flanking his foe just outside of striking range while the second pair formed a defensive line near the injured Xion.]