[Blame personal feelings. When he saw that smirk, it reminded him all too much of that same arrogant, self-righteous smirk that Riku wore around him and by Kingdom Hearts did that expression bring his blood to a rolling boil. He didn't care how long he had to spend doing it, but he would see this insult to his friend tumbling across the floor in worse shape than him if it would be the last thing he ever did.
Of course it well might be.
As the mid-air battle continued, the defenders met the Sorized Xion's offensive line head-on, initiating their own dueling stances. Time slowed and in a flash, the numbers thinned out -only a single survivor from each team remained. Not content in the least to let another chance instant leave the injured Xion alone, Roxas' surviving Samurai leaped into melee with the other, blades lashing out at its foe with a furious speed that reflected its master's growing animosity.
Above, Roxas hadn't fared as well. Deft maneuvering dodged the thunder and while he didn't trust the direct charge to be her intended line of assault, he couldn't react quickly enough to her reversal to meet her assault. The first stroke left a searing pain down his back and in that instant, he realized that he wouldn't be able to turn about to defend from the next hit.
So he gambled again as the next hit came in. He turned as well as he could, his Keyblade lashing out to both block the next hit and if he was lucky, interlock the teeth of their weapons. His focus was good, so he confident that the block at least, would have a high success rate. And if it did, he'd have a rude surprise waiting for her; he'd just remembered his technique to immediately counter a blocked hit by freezing the attacker.
From there, just maybe he might be able to turn the tide.]
You should've seen him cringe when he read that
Of course it well might be.
As the mid-air battle continued, the defenders met the Sorized Xion's offensive line head-on, initiating their own dueling stances. Time slowed and in a flash, the numbers thinned out -only a single survivor from each team remained. Not content in the least to let another chance instant leave the injured Xion alone, Roxas' surviving Samurai leaped into melee with the other, blades lashing out at its foe with a furious speed that reflected its master's growing animosity.
Above, Roxas hadn't fared as well. Deft maneuvering dodged the thunder and while he didn't trust the direct charge to be her intended line of assault, he couldn't react quickly enough to her reversal to meet her assault. The first stroke left a searing pain down his back and in that instant, he realized that he wouldn't be able to turn about to defend from the next hit.
So he gambled again as the next hit came in. He turned as well as he could, his Keyblade lashing out to both block the next hit and if he was lucky, interlock the teeth of their weapons. His focus was good, so he confident that the block at least, would have a high success rate. And if it did, he'd have a rude surprise waiting for her; he'd just remembered his technique to immediately counter a blocked hit by freezing the attacker.
From there, just maybe he might be able to turn the tide.]