[No more time to trade jabs, though. Roxas takes a defensive stance, bent at the knees and ready, swiping out at the creatures (Heartless? No, not quite) in a flurry of blows.
And then there's more light, a trio of columns, sweeping across the pavement in front of him from right to left, searing the creatures. He isn't aiming them at the boy this time, but if momentum carries him into their path, well, Roxas won't cry about it.]
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[No more time to trade jabs, though. Roxas takes a defensive stance, bent at the knees and ready, swiping out at the creatures (Heartless? No, not quite) in a flurry of blows.
And then there's more light, a trio of columns, sweeping across the pavement in front of him from right to left, searing the creatures. He isn't aiming them at the boy this time, but if momentum carries him into their path, well, Roxas won't cry about it.]