[It was hard to tell exactly from the voice with it being muffled as it was. But there was something in that tone that spoken volumes in itself. So, as Xion was returned to the floor a safe distance from the Sorized one, she couldn't help but gape at him in disbelief while she tried to search for him with a hand. But she was just as worse for wear as he would remember and her body's movements just wouldn't come. So, instead, she found herself watching helplessly once more. Although there was something about him... It wasn't just the armor. Or the glider. But... There- Just the way he carried himself as he faced the Sorized Xion once more. Especially the words that he spoke. No longer was he filled in a void of rage like he had been before.

The Sorized Xion herself noticed it, too. As she carefully climbed to her feet, dusting herself off nonchalantly before she was eying him up again with a thin lin for an expression... One that soon buckled to a wicked sort of laughter that rivaled Larxene. Finally, she settled into a smirk.] Snap who out of it now? Me? I can't help but think you've lost your mind. Considering there's nothing to snap out of. But, sure, you want to try, I'll play along.

[A snarl of darkness curled and warped around the hand she held up... and then in its grasp appeared a keyblade Roxas had briefly, unconsciously familiarized himself with just moments before. Void Gear came to form under the pretense of her blue- or were they really blue, blue? Was there a hint of gold sinking into her eyes or was it just the lighting? Regardless, she was holding that keyblade high and at the ready.]

Seems you just don't know when to quit anyway. But then. This makes things interesting. I was getting bored of absorbing everyone so easily. So, come on. Enlighten me with something fresh, something new.

[Leaving him to the first strike? Perhaps. Tauntingly so, too, if her arms being wide open was any emphasis.]