[ It's weird, like this. This person is an enemy, he assumes, and rightfully so. But the both of them have a common threat between them and it becomes strangely natural to simply fight side-by-side, each thrust of the blade complementing his partner. And while he doesn't quite recognize all of what this stranger is capable of, he can see enough.
So it takes little effort to simply follow suit, like some kind of twisted dance. Riku twists and summons Dark Firaga, which swirls around them in a protective arc, burning the Heartless back. When it looks like too many are closing in, he brings up a brief shield to protect them. All of it is fluid, like he knows exactly who he is.
Or, rather, he knew the echo of this person.
Ansem? It can't be. It's not likely. But still...
Riku slices through another swath of Heartless. Out of the corner of his eye, he marvels how easy it is for this stranger - and his Keyblade - to dispatch so many in such a short amount of time. He's powerful, whoever he is. ]
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So it takes little effort to simply follow suit, like some kind of twisted dance. Riku twists and summons Dark Firaga, which swirls around them in a protective arc, burning the Heartless back. When it looks like too many are closing in, he brings up a brief shield to protect them. All of it is fluid, like he knows exactly who he is.
Or, rather, he knew the echo of this person.
Ansem? It can't be. It's not likely. But still...
Riku slices through another swath of Heartless. Out of the corner of his eye, he marvels how easy it is for this stranger - and his Keyblade - to dispatch so many in such a short amount of time. He's powerful, whoever he is. ]