A crooked slash of a smile turns the corner of his mouth, and he doesn't waste any time after Riku wipes most of the Heartless out. He simply moves, a ripple of shadow through space itself, cutting through the last of them with swift, sure strokes.
Once every last one of the creatures has been eliminated, he straightens. Turns to look at Riku and peers at the young man from beneath the dark cowl.
He says nothing. The Keyblade remains in his hand, though, and now with the fighting over, it is even more obvious. There is no way to mistake that unique design, and he doesn't bother to hide it. ]
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A crooked slash of a smile turns the corner of his mouth, and he doesn't waste any time after Riku wipes most of the Heartless out. He simply moves, a ripple of shadow through space itself, cutting through the last of them with swift, sure strokes.
Once every last one of the creatures has been eliminated, he straightens. Turns to look at Riku and peers at the young man from beneath the dark cowl.
He says nothing. The Keyblade remains in his hand, though, and now with the fighting over, it is even more obvious. There is no way to mistake that unique design, and he doesn't bother to hide it. ]