[He crosses his Keyblades in front of him to block the blast. Some of the fire splashes around them, singeing his coat, but he doesn't even feel it—he's too angry, and he's not even sure why. Flinging one arm out, he calls a pillar of light, streaking directly toward this jerk.]
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[He crosses his Keyblades in front of him to block the blast. Some of the fire splashes around them, singeing his coat, but he doesn't even feel it—he's too angry, and he's not even sure why. Flinging one arm out, he calls a pillar of light, streaking directly toward this jerk.]