[He doesn't get the chance to see his opponent before he's lifted like a small animal and dangled, his body feeling dwarfed in comparison in the older man's grip. His blade stays barely held in his fingers as he grasps it as tightly as he can, his body spiking with pain.
In the midst of all of that, he dimly realizes he recognizes that old, gravely voice behind him. It once belonged to a man who tried to entice him with darkness beyond his dreams before plummeting the island into mayhem.
He grits his teeth in anger, body tensing and beginning to struggle.
It's then that he feels the sharp lance of ice spreading across the back of his neck and down his back, paralyzing him. His eyes widen in horror and his struggles increase exponentially, his arms twisting. He manages to take a firmer hold of the blade in his hand.]
Stop! Stop it!
[His cry is hoarse, stuck in his throat, and he twists his Keyblade back to brandish it against the older man in a bid to stop the ice from encasing his body.]
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In the midst of all of that, he dimly realizes he recognizes that old, gravely voice behind him. It once belonged to a man who tried to entice him with darkness beyond his dreams before plummeting the island into mayhem.
He grits his teeth in anger, body tensing and beginning to struggle.
It's then that he feels the sharp lance of ice spreading across the back of his neck and down his back, paralyzing him. His eyes widen in horror and his struggles increase exponentially, his arms twisting. He manages to take a firmer hold of the blade in his hand.]
Stop! Stop it!
[His cry is hoarse, stuck in his throat, and he twists his Keyblade back to brandish it against the older man in a bid to stop the ice from encasing his body.]