Ventus' explanation wasn't the only thing that the fake should have paid more attention to. Then again, someone had remained hidden nearby as well, sensing the energy clash from a distance. Hood up, it would have been difficult to decipher who it was that just warped between the attacks and the replication. Difficult, until he stood with his arms outstretched to his sides and shouted, "Guard!"
A shield of hexagonal dark magic pulsed into existence as the real thing held out his hands in front of him, palms out. His expression beneath the hood said it all; he greatly disapproved of this, though he truly had no say in Rep's actions. "You know, I never took you to be such an idiot, Caden." ...Lies; he kind of had.
Rep's head snapped up and he turned over his shoulder. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He stood immediately. "This is my fight! I get to decide what-"
It started to dawn on him that the noticeable 'swish' of his psuedo-skirt had been replaced with the heavier sound of a thicker material slapping his legs.
"What happens..." He held out both hands, trying to figure out why he was suddenly wearing a wide-sleeved leather cloak like Riku's and Xemnas's and the rest of the organization members'.
"You're out of your mind." That was literally all he had to say on that. And... not like he could see what Rep was turning into, but he could hear the heavier sound of a leather coat - he knew it well, and that made him slightly concerned. ...Was he using the power he 'borrowed' too greatly? Then that would mean-
Riku took a peek after the ethereal blades struck his temporary shield one by one, eyes widening at the sight. Zexion... Of course. And should he choose to use another's power too much, would he end up the same way? Yes. ['Guess "the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree" is an accurate statement...] Still, he had no interest in attacking Xemnas - he knew full well what that could mean. Instead he focused on defending. After all, he was the less aggressive of the two. "Then decide it: live for your friends or die here."
His gaze fell on Xemnas as Soul Eater appeared in his hand. ...He was in for it too now, wasn't he.
He needed only that second. Speed itself was not his strong suit, but the fact that he could was what was truly important. The fact that he could and did was all that mattered. He was finished with this battle. He was ending it. Nothing else would done after this next attack of his and he was going to make sure of it. Time was given to both the replica and Riku to stop this pointless fight and now it was his turn, and he was choosing to end it with violence
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Rep was the one facing Xemnas at this point, bangs and different body be damned. He could've simply Corridor Stepped out of the way, or jumped, or counterattacked - but he didn't. "You're in the way," he hissed, and prepped a Dark Firaga in his left hand. He held it up as the lasers approached, and then
( ... )
Xemnas could feel that darkness within Riku swelling, but he chose not to comment on it. Instead, he placed a hand to his chest, checking his own well being. It was a mistake to be so anxious. So many blades at ones was not smart, but it did it's job and didn't place him in any danger. No, it would be better to say he was not put in danger, but it was not something to mimic again so soon. How odd to feel that there truly is a limit to the power of nothing.
Yet he did not leave. It was a thought that crossed his mind, but he did not flee. He just looked upon the scene and then looked away. He knew that Riku wouldn't fight him like the replication did. The least he could do was credit that Riku was far smarter than the other. However, he was not going to tempt it.
A shield of hexagonal dark magic pulsed into existence as the real thing held out his hands in front of him, palms out. His expression beneath the hood said it all; he greatly disapproved of this, though he truly had no say in Rep's actions. "You know, I never took you to be such an idiot, Caden." ...Lies; he kind of had.
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It started to dawn on him that the noticeable 'swish' of his psuedo-skirt had been replaced with the heavier sound of a thicker material slapping his legs.
"What happens..." He held out both hands, trying to figure out why he was suddenly wearing a wide-sleeved leather cloak like Riku's and Xemnas's and the rest of the organization members'.
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Riku took a peek after the ethereal blades struck his temporary shield one by one, eyes widening at the sight. Zexion... Of course. And should he choose to use another's power too much, would he end up the same way? Yes. ['Guess "the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree" is an accurate statement...] Still, he had no interest in attacking Xemnas - he knew full well what that could mean. Instead he focused on defending. After all, he was the less aggressive of the two. "Then decide it: live for your friends or die here."
His gaze fell on Xemnas as Soul Eater appeared in his hand. ...He was in for it too now, wasn't he.
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Yet he did not leave. It was a thought that crossed his mind, but he did not flee. He just looked upon the scene and then looked away. He knew that Riku wouldn't fight him like the replication did. The least he could do was credit that Riku was far smarter than the other. However, he was not going to tempt it.
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