With a deft slip of the wrist, the other Keybearer parried and withdrew his blade from Roxas' control. Then he or she rolled under the Firaga. His or her clothing was singed, and skin was slightly reddened as from a sunburn, but no serious damage had been done.

The roll carried the stranger past Roxas, and with a quick leap the other regained a good footing and was standing with blade at the ready, partially inside Roxas' guard.