Date: 2011-07-29 03:53 pm (UTC)
She did not remember nor did she care, and she was not about to let herself be led down this path. Nostalgia was a ridiculous weapon to be defeated by.

However... this would be easier if Mabry thought she had a chance at winning with only words.

A quick glance around confirmed that Medrau was still well clear of the other combatants. Keeping her eyes on her sister, she reversed her grip on the glaive and thrust it into the dry ground, then took several steps back, leaving it to stand like one of the sentinal keyblades. Disarmed, she once again smiled and beckoned Mabry closer.
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