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Who: Xion (ordalias) & Vanitas (subvertio)
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Oct. 25th
Summary: So just before Vanitas heads along to Ecruteak, he and Xion have an encounter and some words. And then some.
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Log:

[ It's a good thing Goldenrod City is expansive. There were a lot of random places that Xion could use to train herself, despite the fact that she should still be resting and recovering. Of course, logic and staying still don't usually run through most of Sora's heartspawn, but they get by.

She's swinging her wooden Keyblade, not minding if someone walks in on her or takes a few seconds to stop and stare at what she's doing. Still, her moves are half-hearted, not much energy or thought put into what she is doing as her mind wandered off to other things. Like how Roxas seemed a little beat up earlier.

But from what? Roxas didn't seem to want to tell anyone what had happened, so she'd left it alone, despite another part of her wanting to know. What had happened? Who would do that? So many questions, and Xion stops and sighs, looking around.

She doesn't know what to do now. ]

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[ And hit! She takes a step back before she reels her arm back to try and punch him in the face, too. Whatever rational thought should be in her head is easily replaced by anger. ]

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[Except he's far better at hand to hand than she is, and catches that fist in a vice-like grip of his own. Ducking down to throw her arm over his shoulder, he's not stopping -- he's aiming on throwing her entire being over his shoulder, and it's the ground she's heading for.]

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[ Thud; wind is knocked out; a quick inhale-exhale and Xion tries move up from her side and swing a leg at his own in a sweep. ]

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[Simply stepping over that leg before stomping on her knee, Vanitas kicks her sharply in the gut to knock her on her back.] You're all just afraid of what I can do, is that it?

[Sorry Xion, but arm stomping coming next means he can loom and show quite the snarled expression.] Besides, what do either of you care? There's no heart, I can tell. You're lower than one of my unversed even, and they're at least made of emotion.

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Sh- Shut up! [ She cries out and grits against the sharp pain from her knee, gut, and now arm. Her wooden Keyblade's off to the side and out of reach as Vanitas stomping on her forearm.

He wouldn't know. He'd never know, nor understand. As she grinds her teeth to keep herself from crying out in pain as she feels something in the bones of her forearm crack from the pressure, Xion lets out an anguished scream when, as soon as Vanitas' foot lands on her forearm again, she moves her elbow up and drives it sharply down on the toes of that foot. ]

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You can't even try to make me shut up!

[The pained sounds only had him keep stomping until she crunched her elbow onto his toes, and Vanitas instantly regrets not wearing his boots today. Hissing from the pain and quickly stumbling back with a limp to avoid causing more of that pain to himself, she's lucky he doesn't have something in his hands to strike her with; Vanitas is seeing red, but the damage was done, in his opinion.

Curling his lip with something of a snarl, he simply lifts his hand up where his Murkrow swoops down to catch and lift him up.]

Think about it next time before you try to take me on.

[With that, he's gone by use of FLY.]