First a stab aimed at his right, now at his left. Why was this bastard (bitch?) aiming to wound rather than kill?

Not that it mattered much. In a better position to guard this time, Roxas caught the blade on the teeth of Oblivion, deflecting it up as he pointed Bond of Flame under the raised weapons and at the opponent's middle to cast Firaga.

He hadn't forgotten about the buckler, but he seriously doubted it would block a boosted Firaga cast from a full mana pool all that well.