[Roxas is quiet as she taunts him again. He's determined not to let her get to him. The weight of the situation doesn't escape him, he knows the stakes and as calm as he's trying to act right now, the truth is that he's honestly terrified. This really isn't a battle of power -he's just trying to reach her and yet he doesn't know what to say. Honestly, from his stand point, after some of the things he's said, he briefly wonders if that's a bridge he'd burned during the last duel.
But he'd give this everything he had all the same. In an almost sickening flash of insight, it dawned on him that he'd end up having to play the same kind of game that Riku played with him. He was certainly grateful for this helmet now -he'd doubt the Sorized Xion would take him too seriously if she could see the way his facial expressions were shifting. At least this way, it just looked like he was staring blankly at her.
As she brandishes her weapon -one that not long ago he'd held, he gets an idea. It's a little difficult at first, wracking his brain to remember exact words, but at the same time, once he starts, the memories flow like the image above Memory's Skyscraper. But the application would come later, he'd need to at least get her to exert herself.
He considered his offensive and defensive options -finding much to his surprise that he was remembering techniques, magic, a countless variety of combat arts that he was absolutely certain he hadn't remembered before. And with a gift like this, he decided that now wouldn't be the time to squander it.
He held nothing back this time, starting immediately with a stronger technique.]
Time Splicer.
[It was different from her vanishing game. He uttered the words and he watched the world turn gray and slow drastically. His feet carried him with speed that made the world around him blur -even gravity was playing catch-up with him.
In an instant he was upon her, lashing out at first with Lost Memory, but then drawing Aubade in his other hand. He knew how this worked. He'd make an attack, perhaps two and then move, assaulting her from a dizzying array of directions and angles that would have made Xigbar turn green with envy. Even if she moved, even when she defended or shifted to counter-attack, he would adjust accordingly.
Slowly, the world caught up with him and he realized what that meant. His attack broke off immediately as he returned to his starting position in the blink of an eye. From there he'd wait as if he'd never moved, observing to see some sign of his first attack... and more importantly to see what the adjusted flow of time meant for him.
He was still aware that this was her world and he wasn't ready to buy it in the least that his new-found abilities allowed him to attack with impunity -no matter their limitations.]
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But he'd give this everything he had all the same. In an almost sickening flash of insight, it dawned on him that he'd end up having to play the same kind of game that Riku played with him. He was certainly grateful for this helmet now -he'd doubt the Sorized Xion would take him too seriously if she could see the way his facial expressions were shifting. At least this way, it just looked like he was staring blankly at her.
As she brandishes her weapon -one that not long ago he'd held, he gets an idea. It's a little difficult at first, wracking his brain to remember exact words, but at the same time, once he starts, the memories flow like the image above Memory's Skyscraper. But the application would come later, he'd need to at least get her to exert herself.
He considered his offensive and defensive options -finding much to his surprise that he was remembering techniques, magic, a countless variety of combat arts that he was absolutely certain he hadn't remembered before. And with a gift like this, he decided that now wouldn't be the time to squander it.
He held nothing back this time, starting immediately with a stronger technique.]
Time Splicer.
[It was different from her vanishing game. He uttered the words and he watched the world turn gray and slow drastically. His feet carried him with speed that made the world around him blur -even gravity was playing catch-up with him.
In an instant he was upon her, lashing out at first with Lost Memory, but then drawing Aubade in his other hand. He knew how this worked. He'd make an attack, perhaps two and then move, assaulting her from a dizzying array of directions and angles that would have made Xigbar turn green with envy. Even if she moved, even when she defended or shifted to counter-attack, he would adjust accordingly.
Slowly, the world caught up with him and he realized what that meant. His attack broke off immediately as he returned to his starting position in the blink of an eye. From there he'd wait as if he'd never moved, observing to see some sign of his first attack... and more importantly to see what the adjusted flow of time meant for him.
He was still aware that this was her world and he wasn't ready to buy it in the least that his new-found abilities allowed him to attack with impunity -no matter their limitations.]