[Riku's actions are more appreciated than the young man knows, the older Keyblade user maintaining his own stance with stiff but practiced ease. He nods at Riku's words, before widening his stance and closing his eyes.]
On my mark then.
[A faint aura of white rises along his body, extending along the length of his Keyblade; weak, compared to what he is truly capable of, but he dare not risk overextending. His body has been taxed enough as it is. There is a faint hiIiIiIIssSsSsss from the Shadows, lured in spite of themselves much like flies to honey.]
no subject
On my mark then.
[A faint aura of white rises along his body, extending along the length of his Keyblade; weak, compared to what he is truly capable of, but he dare not risk overextending. His body has been taxed enough as it is. There is a faint hiIiIiIIssSsSsss from the Shadows, lured in spite of themselves much like flies to honey.]