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[There's a berserker in this room, all beware. No, not one of the lesser Nobodies, either. Saïx has found herself wrapped up in a temporary loss of control.

What set her off isn't clear; there's nothing around to explain, and if there's a source of power for her here, she's yet to find it. Nonetheless, there are gashes in the walls from her weapon and blood smeared across the floor. She's wandering like a caged tiger, eyes glowing, body tense, desperately ready to lash out with violence at anyone that would wander too close. Judging by the blood dripping out her sleeve, she's already allowed her fake fury to overcome herself.]

[[ooc: Because mindless violence is fun!]]

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[Shocked expression, but it quickly turns into a blank stare.]

Temper tantrum?

[startled; she turns and summons another claymore, charging toward him.]

[He senses it easily and steps aside inhumanly fast. He spins and knocks her off her feet from behind with a low sweep of his leg. Her head hits the ground.]

[Her skull makes a sickening crack against the floor, but she's up surprisingly fast herself. Raising the claymore high, she slams it hard against the ground, sending shock waves through the room.]

[[ooc: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT]]

[Stumbles and is knocked forcibly back; He sensed those too but they're too hard to avoid.

OK, he's gone berserk before...barely remembers why or how but he knows a blind rage isn't all that practical in fighting, long periods can be extremely straining on the body.

Yeah. He senses it, she's hurt more than just on the head.

He's up on his feet again, waiting for the next attack.]

[Perfect. Some place in the back of her mind is absorbing all of this, in the remaining sanity she has in this state - she's never fought a version of herself before.

The only thing on her mind is that she wants to crush him.

Of course, she's not waiting for him to regain his footing; she's charging right at him again, swinging the claymore up in a long, high stroke.]

[[ooc: Works for me. Heh, I see. She wouldn't normally go berserk outside of battle, but I wanted to play something violent.]]

[He jumps, avoiding the claymore and flipping over her head in an instant. He sends a swift round-house kick to her ribs, a crushing sound following soon after.

She may have a lot of strength and speed, but that claymore is still heavy enough to slow her down -- just a little, but enough.]

[However much pain she's in, it almost doesn't seem to register. She's silent, doubled slightly over and knocked forward, sliding across the slick floor. There's still rage in her eyes, and it manifests in how her body glows. She drops her arms.

Of course, this gives her the perfect opportunity to twist herself back, throwing the claymore down on him.]

[FHJSKSK Claymore nearly to the FACE, thanks. But he's drawn his own, on instinct, and blocked it.]

You know, this is one of the last things I'd ever imagine happening. Ever.

[He hates fighting with it, so he chucks his own at her. The claymore spins rapidly towards its target.]

None of you can win. Either you will collapse exhausted or you will both perish.

[Were she not busy with the first one, she'd lash out at the second - though, this is the first time she's had the opportunity to see two versions of herself at once. It's a shame she's not in the right mind to appreciate it.

Either way, she's just had her arm knocked back by the flying claymore, and there's blood running down the side of her face from her earlier smash to the floor. She certainly looks more worse for the wear, but she's yet to snap out of her berserk state.

Saïx summons a new claymore to replace her fallen one, launching herself at the first other - if she can't bludgeon him in the face, there's still the option of kicking his teeth in.]

I can only observe how this unfolds. If you live or die is not of my concern, though it would be a pity to see two lives wasted - of obodies who are essentially the same.

[Another one, at least he's a male. However.

"Die, he says? Essentially the same?
...Yeah RIGHT. Don't lump me together with the rest of--"

He grabs her ankle as she suddenly kicks to the face. He twists it; She's being thrown up over him onto and into the floor soon after. He doesn't pull his punches for anyone, not even a female version of himself.

Next he's on her and has the back of her head by the hair, smashing her face into the floor three times for good measure.]

[Writhing around violently, like a cat caught by the throat, she's kicking her legs and flailing her arms out. A fist knocks hard into his jaw and then swings back, grabbing onto his face viciously. She pulls hard; Saïx isn't in the right mind to think out the best way to inflict damage, but she still doesn't have it in her to give up.

The blood that had already been running down her face is smeared and spreading from this treatment, and she manages to twist her head enough to sink her teeth into his arm. That should deal some pain.]

A dark portal billows into existance, and before it has even completely formed, Xemnas bursts from it. It all happens so fast; although the Saïxs would have sensed his arrival, they were in no position to react. The male's back is turned away from his Superior as he mercilessly battles the female.

Xemnas immediately fades away and reappears behind his target. His palms are already extended: in a flash of red, crimson blades have materialized outward...and as they extend to their full length, they pierce an object in their path - the male VII's torso.

A look of fury can be seen on Xemnas' face - one with so much emotion burning from it that it could've been enough to fool even Yen Sid.

"I will not permit members of the Organization to turn on each other in my presence."

Taking advantage of the momentary shock that comes with being completely impaled by dual energy blades, Xemnas heartlessly jerked his weapons in several directions, more than tripling the severity and diameter of the wounds - and causing an unbearable amount of pain in the process, of course.

Satisfied, the crimson blades vanished, and for good measure, the Superior sent tendrils of nothingness crashing into the male's head, sending him flying off the badly wounded - yet not defeated - female Saïx.

Only then does Xemnas recognize the presence of the other residents of the room: the third Saïx, presumably the one who'd summoned him here - and the traitors, Larxene and Axel. Perhaps these instances of them had remained loyal...no, Xemnas quickly dismissed this possibility upon seeing the expressions on their faces.

((ooc: I noticed that you were taking liberties with femme!Saïx, so I figured if that was your RP style, you wouldn't mind if I did the same to you =D))

[...What?...Ow...Pain.

He's hurting all over, his head is ringing. He'd been slammed into the wall and is now lying on the floor clutching his torso that's been nearly ripped to shreds, thanks. What the hell just--

Xemnas.

He coughs up blood but manages to speak.]

W-what. The hell. Are. You. DOING?

His face now emotionless, Xemnas regarded Saïx's recently downed form.

"As I said, I will not permit..." Xemnas took Axel and Larxene's presence into account - "..loyal members of the Organization to destroy each other. It is...truly wasteful. You would both be lost, were this to continue.

Regarding your injuries: unfortunately, there was no other way to put an immediate end to your attack, VII. Had I attempted to avoid severely injuring you, it would have been an insult to your power. Perhaps Vexen will be able to prevent you from fading away - the one I knew, at least, was quite skilled at that."

Xemnas regarded the other downed Saïx, finally noticing her feminine features.

"So, it appears that you eventually required my assistance after all. I suggest you control yourself; I cannot allow myself or your former opponent to be damaged. We are not alone here, and you are both still far from safe."

Xemnas nodded almost undetectably at the third, calm, and unharmed Saïx. Was it to show appreciation, or some kind of signal...?

Oh, for the love of-- [Coughs up blood. He didn't need Vexen, he had his Marluxia...]

...Thanks for your lovely concern, Superior [He spits it.], but that one attacked me first, and like hell I'm part of your organization.

[He's hurt bad. Is he going to die? No...no! He won't die again!

There's a restlessness in his chest. He begins to shake, not out of fear but...]

There's almost anger in her eyes at the suggestion of someone 'saving' her, especially considering who of all people. She tries to stand, but only manages to roll onto her stomach to face the floor, bringing one leg up-- No. Saïx can't bring herself up completely. The blows to the head, the appearance of the one person she can't attack in her frenzy; she's coming out of her berserk state, and the pain is making itself known. Ribs, arms - most of all around her head. The incident is a shattered blur in her mind.

She glares venomously at the Saïx she had been fighting. The blood from his mouth is welcome, soothing even, but the coppery taste in her own is not, and her voice comes out strained. She hopes, despite this, that it makes her intentions clear.

"You should know when to hold your tongue."

[He senses it: She's back. About damn time.]

Why? Why should I?

[The pain is slowly dulling. He can't feel much of the wounds in his chest anymore, just something that's seemed to woken up a little, turning in his body and telling him not to die, not to die...

He can hear the distant toll of a low bell.]

...For this...for this person...
[His shaking has become slightly more violent. He won't die here. He may have not been able to kill Roxas but he definitely, definitely...]

Saïx sneers, using one hand to hold her leg steady.

"Don't tell me an alternate of myself has fallen to the ranks of traitor."

She's down on one knee, close to standing, but still crouched low, inspecting her current limitations. Her eyes remain on her opponent. Is she going to have to fight him once more? No, she doubts she has the strength now; before, even with both of them harnessing the powers of a berserker, she might have been able to force it into a draw.

This time, despite the damage dealt by Xemnas doing so well to even their disadvantages, the odds are considerably in his favor.

[...he laughs, loud and echoing and like it's all just some messed up, sick, fun little morbid game. He laughs, and laughs, and laughs!

The pain is dulled down to nothing, his wounds mostly healed by the own energy stored in his body.]

T-traitor? [He laughs; he doesn't have a heart but in this state, this is just too fucking funny.

He's holding his sides, now only to try to stop himself. But can't stop, can't, can't, can'tdiewon'tdiewon'tdiewon'tdie...and oh! There's the bell again!

...He's not laughing anymore, his voice has gone low.]
Hmph. How worthless. There was no no need for something like that when it was all doomed anyway.

[Larxene watches from nearby, intrigued. A female Saix? That's new.]

[offers popcorn, grinning his ass off]

Isn't this fun~♥

[yay! popcorn]

Sure is. Think they'll kill each other?

Hope so.

[And there's just a small edge to his voice, lips still quirked up]

Nothing saying some can't help it along.

Of course~ Why don't you go down there and try, then?

[watches, popping popcorn in his mouth]

Mnph, nah, not yet.

Both of you, better depart from this place.

[A swirl of blazing darkness as the other Saïx emerges from the portal.]
At least the Superior has attended the matter.

Ugh, he has to ruin everything doesn't he?

[tosses popcorn at Saïx and leaves]

[Simply slaps the popcorn away, staring back with his natural stoic mien]

...

Christ, you're multiplying like rabbits.

Are you mating?

...

No. Apparently, in this place we are a minority compared to the abusive numbers of Axels, Roxii and Soras.

Yeah, you are, but hell, just one was bad enough and now there's like, four.

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