[Such ferocity. Had Master Xehanort not been there, Riku would have been (perhaps) the last person he would see. But that opportunity had been taken, causing him to brace himself as the young keyblade wielder gets knocked off of him. Most of the items are strewn across the floor, papers fluttering every which way as the old master goes to finish the job, taking the time to watch every second of what takes place.
In a way, seeing Xehanort approach the situation in this particular manner is...gratifying.
He eases himself back onto his feet, the smirk fading as he looks over at the other end of the room.
The desk can be replaced. The Second, on the other hand, can not.
It wouldn't do any good to leave him there, either. Xemnas takes his time during the unfolding resolution of the drama, walking over to where Xigbar was left alone. He kneels down next to the other Nobody, checking him over.]
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In a way, seeing Xehanort approach the situation in this particular manner is...gratifying.
He eases himself back onto his feet, the smirk fading as he looks over at the other end of the room.
The desk can be replaced. The Second, on the other hand, can not.
It wouldn't do any good to leave him there, either. Xemnas takes his time during the unfolding resolution of the drama, walking over to where Xigbar was left alone. He kneels down next to the other Nobody, checking him over.]
...The damage is not dire.
[Riku's voice falls deaf upon his ears.]
He's salvageable.