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[With the doll focused on Xion, Roxas- while not entirely catching it off guard -managed to come down upon it as it tried its best to dart away from the sudden incoming impact. He managed to drive right into a wing. Bending it partly and causing it to lose function as a general whole. The doll finally managed a gasp of sorts as it backed off and away from hi and Xion once more. Testing the wing but finding it useless now.

Xion herself wasted no time though trying for a counter attack. She raced past Roxas suddenly with what seemed like adrenaline guiding her and helping her despite her weary looking state. Coming at the doll with a combo of her own. Trying to just end this as quickly as possible from the look of things.]

[Finally with Xion on the offensive, he's able to relent for just a moment, finally getting a chance to watch her. And in that moment, he's partly shocked when he sees that familiar mess of brown hair. Yet the voice he heard was hers.

It struck him at that moment that something was wrong with her -something hadn't worked and she was still reflecting their Other.

With the shake of his head, Roxas dismisses the thought as he rushes back into the fray. Right now, it was the doll was the immediate problem and they needed it out of the way for -at least for the time being. His Keyblade shifts back to his better hand as he leaps high and glides toward the battle, getting a glance at the damage he'd inflicted.

Hedging his bets on the wings being dead-weight now, he tries to angle his landing to put his feet squarely on the useless appendage. If Xion seemed inclined to end this quickly, he could just hope that her actions could at least distract it long enough for him to simply run across it's wing and take a shot at its head.

Maybe without that, the doll might just give them the break they needed to assess things.]

[As Roxas came down at the doll, Xion continued her assault, intent to distract it. But the doll was attentive, catching sight of Roxas coming down to try and then things as they were. It seemed to pause in surprise if only a split second. And then it was trying to duck out of the way. Again, it was moments too slow. But it had managed to keep its head in tact at least. That hadn't stopped him from completely disconnecting the wing he had already damaged though and at that, it was stumbling rather than backpedaling. Coming to a slight kneel as stayed there, static and just trying to recover.

But again, Xion wouldn't seem to have it. She conjured up an aeroga, throwing it at the doll as it sat there. The doll again hadn't enough time to react and was sent flying further, skidding across the floor. Xion watched it with a grimace befitting her.]

[He hesitated after the wing dropped off at his partly-successful assault with his friend. That voice in the back of Roxas' head finally seemed to get through to him that something was amiss. It was natural that he assumed the doll was both his and Xion's enemy -especially after how it attacked them.

But on the same note, the Riku he fought turned into Xion... maybe a Xion, perhaps if they were somehow inside her, there were more? The notion admittedly made his head hurt as he pulled back. He wasn't sure if he should allow this to keep going, but he had no proof. And then if he was wrong, there'd be no end to the trouble that could come of it.

There was more to this, he was sure of it. He just didn't know how everything came together.

And then he developed a plan -at least something that should get things to work for the time being. He hastily took up a defensive position beside Xion, his eyes focused on the doll.]

We should try to restrain it.

You said it was blocking the way out for you. If there's more ahead, it'd help if we knew what was waiting, right?

[Her focus found him with sharp blue eyes. So uncertain and uneasy at first. Yet another expression that defected her from being anywhere Sora-like even as she shared the same face with the same brunette hair. Admittedly, it was arguable how much she had changed otherwise with her body type as small as it was. Not that it was an important detail at the time. Finally, her eyes- his eyes -became perplexed with thought as she watched the doll carry itself to its feet. And she bowed her head low. Eyes obscured by brown bangs while the doll seemed to stare on at them, whatever thoughts it was collecting unreadable.]

Restraining... Yeah, that might work. [Xion nodded just a little and then looked up at him. The volume of her voice turning low.] Do you think you could distract it? I think I have an idea.

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[He gave a simple nod as his grip on Aubade shifted a little. Admittedly, the doll had proven it had an exceptionally strong drive to focus on Xion and seemed only to pay attention to him when he was in position to deal a significant amount of damage. So he wasn't quite sure how he was planning to distract it when it tended to completely ignore him otherwise.

There were other things coming up as off about the situation too. Not only his friend's appearance, but something about her wasn't quite adding up. There was something more aggressive about her -maybe it was just being exposed to so many new memories in addition to the flood of his own that just returned, but he couldn't ever remember Xion being that way.

For a moment, he turned his attention to her, offering a grin.]

Whatever you're planning to do, don't keep me waiting.

[Blame him being reckless again, but having said that, he charged. His initial vector seemed off-kilter for a direct assault; rather his line of travel would put him off to the side of the doll. But at a little more than a few Keyblade-lengths out, he changed direction abruptly.

Using a short hop, he immediately went into a series of Air Slides, leaving a row of Blizzaga hovering neatly in a line in his wake. Not finished yet, he took to the air with a High Jump, immediately shifting to a Glide and circling around to hopefully swoop in behind the doll and restrain it.]

[It was without a doubt that memories were fickle. They were knowledge, after all. A considerable amount, too, considering how many Soras and Roxae ~~and Vens~~ were in the dressing room. Just how many memories she had absorbed... While Roxas had gotten a taste of them, it was just that. A sample. And as many things went for the two of them, nothing ever seemed simple...

Xion nodded towards Roxas, taking up a stance. Waiting on her cue. She knew without a doubt. She could trust him on this one. She had to. What other way would she...? And as he started towards the doll, she was right behind him. Footsteps quick and light with Two Become One at the ready.

The doll had finally managed to find its footing in the meantime but for the moment seemed to had only watched on wearily as the two conversed. Whether it heard them or not was debatable. But it definitely didn't miss Roxas suddenly coming down upon with with a shower of blizzaga spells. It ducked and wove as best as it could. The first spell missed. As did the second when it lost its balance from only having the one wing and nearly fell back to the ground. As the doll released the wing from its shoulder, the third one hit the ground before it, freezing one of its legs in place momentarily. And as it struggled to pull itself from that, the last one impacted its other leg. The doll took a moment to try and break away before it was looking up, just catching a glimpse of Roxas before he was behind her. And then its arms were being immobilized by him. The doll suddenly started to struggled almost feverishly. Trying to pull away.

And then it fell stark still. As Two Becomes One found itself plunged into the doll's belly. And suddenly, there came a high pitched wail from the doll. Xion twisted the keyblade before tearing it out and another cry emitted from it, its legs giving out as darkness encased its form. Xion herself hopped back, watching with malicious intent... ]

[...as none other than Xion appeared from the swirling darkness. Black mist pluming in heaps from the inflicted wound. Her eyes were glassy as she fell forward. Catch her or not, she wouldn't be moving. Although she whispered softly.]

Rox... as...

[Too much happened in that instant for him to really process. At first things were going flawlessly, the Blizzaga spells impeded the doll's movement -at first by forcing it to dodge and then by actually freezing it. It even managed not to overpower him when he seized its arms behind its back. He felt great, as soon as Xion either secured it or knocked it out, he'd be able to explain things and then he might have a chance to make sense out of some of this.

He really had to learn not to let himself get too excited over these things.

The shrill cry was his first sign that something had gone wrong. To his utter shock and appellation, Xion had completely disregarded his suggestion to just restrain the doll and like a fool, he'd set her up perfectly to deal a fatal blow.

Roxas could feel the blood draining from his face as he watched as his friend display a brutality he'd had reserved for only a select few in the world. He cringed as he watched her twist and pull the blade, eliciting another shriek from the doll before it crumbled before him.

And then to his horror -like with Riku, like he had feared once that little voice in the back of his head got through to him, it became Xion.

All at once, puzzle pieces began to frantically try and assemble themselves in his head and the only thing he'd been able to come up with was that he was going about things all wrong. He was taking too much at face value and in the process, he was either directly or indirectly terminating his friend.

Watching what used to be the doll fall forward, he lunged and neatly caught her, curling an arm around her as he knelt with the form of his friend he was most used to in his arms. His mind was racing -her wound was vicious and he needed to act quickly.]

Curaga!

[He called out his spell; a brilliant, shimmering halo forming around the two of them as he hoped that somehow, the damage could be undone.

Roxas hadn't paid any mind to the Xion he'd been fighting along side while tending to the wounds of the one in his arms.]

I- I don't know what got into you, but I was afraid of something like this when I told you that we should take it alive.

[There was a mix of emotion in his voice; restraint, disappointment, fear and even mild aggravation. Yet still he didn't actually turn to look at the Sora!Xion. Blame him being naive, trying not to remember that cruel expression on her face when she dealt the finishing blow. He wanted to believe that Xion -no matter what version, fragment, or whatever, was still his friend.]

Part of it's my fault for not explaining. But I didn't expect you to do this!

Edited 2011-01-10 05:17 (UTC)

[Considering the extent of the damage, one curaga spell while not ineffective still wasn't enough to alleviate a wound with such depth although feeling that spell cast upon her, Xion's mouth twitched, trying for an apologetic smile of relief. But it felt like her whole body was on fire. She couldn't even manage another word try as she might. So, instead, she was set to trying to watch him through half-lidded eyes. Slipping in and out of consciousness.

And all the while, the Xion who had been the cause of the wound? Stood there simply staring. Motionless. With an emotionless expression rooted to her face. One that slowly curved into a sly smile. She looked nothing like either herself or even Sora now. Her expression was dark. And disgustingly sadistic as she suddenly turned her keyblade on Roxas himself, holding it to his throat all of a sudden.]

That was the point. What better way than to use a means to an end. Or beginning, I guess I should say. And you just followed without even giving it a second thought. But then you always trusted me so easily.

[She spat the last part out cynically.] Seems like you always put your trust in the wrong people though. Such a shame~

[He mentally cursed. Roxas hadn't thought before he'd acted and now she was paying the price of his recklessness. He watched her reaction silently, feeling some relief to know that his spell at least had some effect -that she wasn't beyond saving.

It was a shame, he considered. Sora knew a version of Curaga much more potent than what he'd cast -even if it did only effect himself. Certainly, he figured if he knew that version, he could simply use the effect on Xion to restore her, but that was just not something at his disposal. So instead he started focusing, readying himself to try and force out the strongest Cure spell he could...

When he found a Keyblade at his throat.

Again, his poor judgment of the situation seemed to be causing problems for him. No doubt wherever he was, whatever version he'd been lectured by, Riku was probably laughing at him for this oversight.

Well, they always say that experience is the best teacher.]

Yeah, it's a bad habit of mine. Blame our Other, right?

[There was a peculiar calm to his voice. Somehow, he knew he could make things right. He believed in himself. The Xion that was his friend always believed in him. Wherever he was, Axel believed in him -or at least that's what he always thought.]

[While the Xion in his arms continued to waver from consciousness, the one who bore Sora's face clicked her tongue, half amused. With an underlying disgust of sorts as he mentioned their other. But then her lips were curving into a smirk again.]

I guess that it would be only nature. But, see. That Other gave me an existence. And when you became a part of me, it became all but ensured. At least until she came along.

[She pointed the keyblade temporarily at the Xion that lay in his lap before redirecting it back at Roxas again.]

But that just means I'll have to absorb you both. [There was a more than maddeningly glint to her eye as she suddenly reached up her hand that hadn't been holding the keyblade, a nasty full fledge firaga tearing from it at almost point blank towards Roxas and the Xion he had nestled in his arms.]

[He listened to the other Xion, figuring that if he was lucky, maybe they'd get carried away with their monologue and provide an opening for him to at least clear some space. Even if he was in a position to fight back, with his friend laying there, wavering in and out of consciousness, he'd dare not try anything too over-the-top.

Admittedly, he found that he waited too long and with a Firaga at point-blank, all he could do was use his body to shield the downed Xion. The blast was painful -he could feel his skin charring and his jacket burning through. But on a plus side, Firaga was a strong enough spell that it packed with it a fairly impressive explosion.

Roxas found himself with an almost maniacal grin on his face as he felt the searing wind carry him away. He righted himself as he flew, making sure to keep Xion with him and hoping that he'd taken the full brunt of the spell -if nothing, keeping her from anything more than superficial damage.

Air Slide carried him father away as he landed in a crouch, immediately casting another Curaga, if only to dull the pain he felt and hopefully stabilize his friend. Laying Xion down, he touched her, whispering the strongest Cure he could muster in his battered state and hoped for the best. It might have been overkill on the healing, but he'd rather be sure that she could last a little bit without him.

Clamoring to his feet, he turned to face his opponent. In a flash, Aubade was again in his hand as he leveled a glare at his new enemy.

"I'm not good enough yet. But just wait and I'll make all that stuff I said true."]

That's a nice story, but you should ask our Other and his friend. They'll tell you I'm very prone to resisting that sort of thing.

[The Sorized Xion seemed perhaps a little more cocky than Xion usually would be. A trait that was working to Roxas' advantage as he was blown away. Because instead of darting off right after him, she was taking her time. Practically savoring the moment. And that time was probably more precious than anything right then. Time enough to heal Xion as he did and get ready for a second round. Thanks to him, Xion herself had suffered minor damage from Sora!Xion's move. In fact, to the contrary of her intentions, it had actually jarred her to be a little more awake. And that, combined with his recent two cure spells on her... She was at least faring a little better now. Definitely... incapable of moving or doing much of anything. But alive. And that was what mattered the most, wasn't it? And maybe trying to reach out as he left her there on the ground, but her arms wouldn't listen to her.

The Sorized Xion had approached them by then. Two Become One poised and ready and that snide smile on her face yet.]

I've done it once before. Think I couldn't do it again? Don't make me laugh!

[She raised it suddenly and a thunder spell came crashing down towards him. And, of course, dirty fighting meant that she had sank one in Xion's direction as well. Have fun with that.]

Edited 2011-01-10 10:02 (UTC)

[Appreciably, he wasn't far from Xion when that trail of citrine light rained down toward each of them. He grit his teeth as he dove for her, catching her in his roll and managing to save them both. It was about now that he regretted not having their Other's access to Reflectga -being able to do something to protect his friend indirectly would have done wonders for his offensive options.

He had to get this one out of reach.

Barely having time to lay his friend out so she was at least minimally comfortable, he immediately turned and rushed the Sora!Xion.]

Maybe!

[Close to melee range, his fist crackled with his own lightning as he pointed an accusing finger at his opponent. Whatever there was for a sky boomed as a massive Thundaga blast dropped on their location from above, it's impact sending a scatter of sparks across the ground.

If they evaded or somehow defended, it wouldn't matter. Another Air Slide put him immediately in the range he excelled at as he swung his Keyblade in a wide-arc.]

It's not sure that I'll beat you or not, but you won't touch her again.

[But considering he didn't have that option, what better strategy to exploit that? It certainly provided her with a convenient distraction, definitely putting Roxas at a disadvantage. All the more reason to abuse that convenience.

As the thunder came raining down at the Sorized Xion, she air slid out of the way without much effort. Whatever damage that had seemed to be done to her had all been a sham if her quick reactions told him anything. She didn't even seem all that surprised when he came at her then. In fact, she was grinning smugly as her keyblade flickered and changed right as they clashed, Two Become One giving way to Ultima Weapon.]

Won't touch her? I'll do whatever I want! [Pressing up against his before pushing roughly forward, trying to off balance him.]

[His eyes narrowed as her keyblade changed form. While he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to trust the Xion he'd been putting his life on the line to save, he knew for a fact that if there was a version of her that was his anti-thesis, this was it.

From his standpoint, the shift in weapon told him that wherever this version came from, she likely destroyed Sora as well. Ironically, it was her doing as he'd always believed and claiming the right to exist... but it was different from what he wanted. He wanted a chance to exist, but he didn't want to erase anyone to do so.

In either case, her gestures did nothing to intimidate him. His only concern was that Ultima Weapon was designed to aid in spell craft, which made it clear that she was trying to keep her option of attacking the other Xion open. This just wouldn't do.]

Shut up!

[He just couldn't think of anything else to say.

Roxas took a gamble again. Instead of push and trying to counter-balance, he let himself slip and letting her push forward. At the same moment, he brought Aubade to the ground to keep from falling as he threw a well-aimed punch at the Sorized Xion's chest... a punch laced with his new 'spell in a fist' trick, specifically a Firaga.]

[As Roxas let it follow through, he wasn't the only one with plans. The Sorized Xion already had something in mind herself. Something that came as a blizzaga to counter his firaga. A misty steam engulfed them as the spells canceled out and then Roxas might have felt her reaching to get a good grip on his hand that had conjured it. Trying to twist and break it. Without a doubt, this was a Xion of a whole different mindset. A mindset that he had once witnessed the last time he had seen her back in their world. But there was definitely something more malicious to this Xion. Without a doubt.]

Shut up? Is that all you can say every time you get cornered? Always so dense.

[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.]

[The Sorized Xion didn't seem to even blink at that madness that Roxas bore. Almost as if it were like an old friend. But perhaps it was. Perhaps that had been the same look that he had given her long ago before she had become who she was. Or perhaps she was just that indifferent. It was like anything that made up Xion had long since disappeared. Like that sense of self had given up to this. This power. This vengeance. This scheme of things. So focused. Daring him to try anything. To better her.

And so when that aeroga spell came it wasn't fear that took her features but a smirk- one that held even as she was thrown away and as he summoned some back up. Samurai nobodies, huh? Well. Two could play at that game. If there was ever a doubt that this Xion had ever absorbed him, it was about to be thoroughly crushed. As a samurai nobody of her own making materialized, grabbing her and pulling her aside before that kick could connect. Three more appeared soon after. Easily evening the odds against the ones Roxas had summoned himself as the Sorized Xion hopped back to gain some decent distance, took aim, and Roxas was now going head to head with a sonic blade.]

[In the moment he drifted upward, at least free of his immediate predicament, some part of Roxas had to marvel at what kind of world would have twisted Xion like this. He thought back to less than an hour ago, when he fought Riku and could feel that anger consuming him. Would something like this with himself have been an outcome of that. Well, that was a matter he didn't want to think about.

Admittedly, he'd admit that he was still woefully out-matched here. If she'd just absorbed him, that would have been one thing -an extra Keyblade and some Samurai Nobodies, not much difficulty there. But in absorbing Sora as well, she gained all of his special abilities -abilities that he'd admit were legion compared to his own. It was looking grim indeed.

His eyes drifted closed for a moment. He could feel the world crawling to a stop for a moment as he wordlessly uttered a silent prayer of sorts.

Axel... Xion... I need my friends now. I don't know how -but I need you to help me. I'm fighting for all of us. Somehow, somewhere. I need you to believe in me. And from that, I'll find a way.

Whether the psychological moment to breathe granted it or if somehow his friends responded, it couldn't be said. But he could feel a wave of clarity flooding his senses as he watched the Sonic Blade coming at him. His body twisted as the attack neared, the rain guard of Aubade deflecting the direct hit as he used it for leverage and snapped his leg out in a lightning-fast snap-kick aimed directly at that arrogant smirk.

Whatever happened. Somehow he knew they believed in him. Whether it a trick of his imagination or not, that couldn't be said. But because of that. He wouldn't give up until his body and will were rendered to nothingness.]

[The power of friendship might not have been some literal power. Rather, there was a good chance it didn't physically exist at all. And maybe prayers just fell on deaf ears. But for Roxas to stop and focus as he had, to just narrow down his attention on one thing as he did seemed to art least reap some reward. The kick landed square on the Sorized Xion's face and she was sent flying back- aerial recovering partway, but the hit still hit. She landed lightly on the ground, head down for a moment. But when she finally looked back up, she was just smirking that uncharacteristic smirk. It at least appeared to have done nil.

And in the meantime , the samurai nobodies that she had summoned herself were already on the offensive with the ones he had guarding Xion. Quickly taking to dueling it out with them two on two.

The Sorized Xion heaved an exaggerated sigh and then she was nonchalantly raising her hand and more thunder struck towards him. As she quickly air slid right at him in the meantime. But just as she reached him- she slid into a reversal, attacking him from behind.]

[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.]

[That might have been his full intention, but whether or not he would see it through was something questionable. Especially considering how tireless the Sorized Xion seemed to be. A complete sync of herself, Sora, and Roxas where Xion dominated. Perhaps it was the mesh of memories that had turned her out that way. Or maybe it had something to do with Saix. But either way, she was focused and dead set on doing what she had announced she was going to do.

Something that may have been delayed for brief seconds by that block and deflection. Whether it was focus that did it or not, he did get the blade by the teeth. But that didn't stop her from her dirty antics. She was stronger than Xion ever was and it showed- as not only did she not seem effected by the technique but she was now bearing a fist towards his gut.

In the meantime, her own remaining nobodies pursued the ones that had gone to help their comrade, now seizing a three on three melee.]

[His expression soured as he found his gamble didn't pay off anywhere near how he wanted it. And it didn't help that the math he'd been doing in his head just wasn't adding up with her capabilities. Even after absorbing himself and Xion, Sora had never exhibited this degree of strength, that strength he drew from his heart had always manifested as a determination; a relentless drive to always pick himself up no matter how badly he'd been beaten. So the degree of physical strength he was dealing with just confounded and aggravated him.

Not eager to let her potentially reverse his plot, he released his grip on Aubade prompting it to vanish in a flash. The fist would present another problem, but one that his new-found focus would allow him to evade. An evasion that he followed by Gliding off at full speed.

Soulless, heartless and just remnants of will, he still felt some degree of guilt wondering what kind of fates the Samurai he'd summoned suffered. Clear of his opponent for now, he made a dive toward the downed Xion, seeing his lone champion valiantly fending off the assault of three others.

Personal intervention proved to be the best answer as he dove into the melee. With his Keyblade appearing in a flash, he cut the first of the Sorized Xion's down in an instant. His empty hand immediately reached out and seized one of the fallen Nobody's swords while the other was left standing blade-down into the ground.

Hoping to end this skirmish before his true foe could catch up to him, he deftly swept the feet out from the second before impaling it neatly with his Keyblade. In the shock of the situation, his remaining fought with similar conviction... or at least memory of conviction and cut down the last of the other lesser Nobodies.

Leaving Roxas to take up a defensive stance near his friend and the Samurai he'd left to defend her, Keyblade in one hand and sword in the other. He stood there amidst the slightly less than half-dozen or so blades that remained almost like grave markers; the proof of existence to the wills that ultimately were pawns in a greater war. It was particular moments like this that he'd wished he could recall the weapon he'd loaned to his enemy, but it seemed that now it recognized that monster as its master. And he really could not disrupt his concentration to fight a battle of wills against some thing that had already proven he wasn't a match for.

Yes. This was a losing battle. And he was determined that if he was going to go down, it was his choice -his will that he go down fighting. And if there were any justice in the world, whatever afterlife there was for traitors like him, he'd take that Xion with him.]

Yeah, but it'd save me a lot of trouble. ;D

Cause I'm such a nice guy, I'll just be straight-up nice next time things call for it.

Someone's certainly full of crap today. ;D

Tell you what. I'll be nice the day you decide to do the same.

Tch. I was nice or don't you remember?

I remember. I'm just saying that I'll be nice again when you are.

1/2 Sure, sure~

2/2

Ah, how I love the edit button

Of course. It's the edit button. So glorious~

Yeah. I'm so used to having it only on the sponsored account.

Ah... Yeah. I'm still getting used to the edit button myself since I only have it on this account.

What's sucky for me is that I'm probably gonna end up buying a year sub for this guy now.

Oh? How come?

Just cause I'll be too weirded out once I lose that edit button.

I guess that's true.

Plus I mean, the extra icons are pretty nice.

Hells yeah, they are. @@;; Xion's a muse that it's really nice to have them.

I'd bet.

8D;;; Vergeofgoddingvergeofgoddingwhat.

Heh, it's hard to resist adding some headcanon in to level the playing field.

8} And it's just the beginning, Roxas. Oh-ho~

You should've seen him cringe when he read that

Oh-hoho~ Snap. Man, he just keeps trying. Although he can't be blamed.

Yeah. He's still gonna fight this to the end. You know how Roxae(?) are about joker fights.