The young man threw his arm up to block the barrage of needle-like icicles, the edges tearing at his shirt and slicing through skin. Gritting his teeth against the row of bloody marks left on his forearm and right temple, he dodged backwards at the same moment she did.
"Right. The almighty saviors of light, the ridiculously outclassed Refugees." His eyes narrowed as he gestured sharply at her with the keyblade, dark magic crackling loudly with the movement. "Why should only what you all want become real?"
Then he launched himself at her again, not leaving room for much of a reply.
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Date: 2011-08-13 02:57 am (UTC)"Right. The almighty saviors of light, the ridiculously outclassed Refugees." His eyes narrowed as he gestured sharply at her with the keyblade, dark magic crackling loudly with the movement. "Why should only what you all want become real?"
Then he launched himself at her again, not leaving room for much of a reply.