[ The shadows grow long between them, and myriads of Heartless eyes spring up, watching him perilously. Their attention is split evenly between him and the person in the coat, and Riku realizes he can't hide any longer. Not unless he wants to let whomever this is fight them alone.
If he's even going to fight.
But he catches sight of the Keyblade just before the Heartless leap out, his eyes widening. Another one? It can't be. They'd rid the world of them, so why--
It doesn't matter. The Heartless are upon them. Riku leaps back with practiced ease, the sound of his boots hitting the wooden floor hardly making a sound. The creatures claw after him and attack the man in the coat, which throws him. He can't afford to watch him and fight, though; his Keyblade manifests mere moments before he swings it, an arc of energy swirling around his arm and blade in equal measure. The dark, the dawn - both are his now, and he wields them like old friends. He launches himself into the thick of the Heartless, dispatching them with ease. ]
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If he's even going to fight.
But he catches sight of the Keyblade just before the Heartless leap out, his eyes widening. Another one? It can't be. They'd rid the world of them, so why--
It doesn't matter. The Heartless are upon them. Riku leaps back with practiced ease, the sound of his boots hitting the wooden floor hardly making a sound. The creatures claw after him and attack the man in the coat, which throws him. He can't afford to watch him and fight, though; his Keyblade manifests mere moments before he swings it, an arc of energy swirling around his arm and blade in equal measure. The dark, the dawn - both are his now, and he wields them like old friends. He launches himself into the thick of the Heartless, dispatching them with ease. ]