The portal snapped shut and Medrau reached out to retrieve her weapon, sneering. "Now, I know all you Refugee have keyblade envy, but do you really think you're up to fighting me with that stick?" Violet-tinged electricity crackled from her hands to coil around her glaive and fan out in an arc over the two of them before fading away. It was energy wasted on a display, but she was confident.
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Date: 2011-07-31 12:56 am (UTC)