[Roxas grit his teeth as she came around, that feeling inside still telling him that this was all too familiar -even the way his body was moving and dodging the incoming shots told him that somehow, he'd done this all before. His expression turned to a determined mask; his anger bled away, his fears acknowledged, but not in control and his drive to keep his promises guiding his actions.
Trust in that thing he didn't have.
He waited for a chance and when the serpentine wave of Keyblades came close enough, he jumped. If his bet payed off properly, he'd managed a half-decent landing on the amalgamation of weapons in motion and then rushing along that coil to take a swing at its master. Of course if that gamble failed to produce a yield, he'd just make sure his missed landing was properly recovered from and continue dodging. He'd need to get close again.]
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Trust in that thing he didn't have.
He waited for a chance and when the serpentine wave of Keyblades came close enough, he jumped. If his bet payed off properly, he'd managed a half-decent landing on the amalgamation of weapons in motion and then rushing along that coil to take a swing at its master. Of course if that gamble failed to produce a yield, he'd just make sure his missed landing was properly recovered from and continue dodging. He'd need to get close again.]