[ He's caught by the ankle. At first, he thinks he's going to twist it, wrench until it finishes what his little cable started, maybe even break it. That should worry him in that brief second but it doesn't, it doesn't when Riku doesn't see anything for himself after this battle, nothing's there but whatever sharp drop he'll disappear into.
Bruce doesn't.
Instead he uses that grip to some kind of advantage and in spite of the fury and despair, he... guesses he admires this guy's ability to strategize on the fly. It's a thought that occupies that one split second when Riku grunts out when his back hits the ground and the impact knocks the breath out of him. The blood that had fallen freely from his nose, pulled by gravity, goes down the back of his throat instead. Riku coughs, still raw from the smoke.
His eyes shimmer, and when he tries to remember how to breath on the end of his cough, he blinks quickly at the image of the Seeker looking on, interested. He thinks he's looking at his masked attacker.
That makes something in his guts curdle.
With his arms pinned to his chest, he can't swing, but he calls his Keyblade into his waiting grip in some desperate, clawing need to keep fighting. This close, maybe he could even stab it into--
Riku looks down at the weapon in his hand, so startled by its altered appearance that he doesn't do anything with it, just looks at Way to Dawn, its tip broken off. Why did this appear, it should have been-
Your heart was ever destined to return to the Darkness.]
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Bruce doesn't.
Instead he uses that grip to some kind of advantage and in spite of the fury and despair, he... guesses he admires this guy's ability to strategize on the fly. It's a thought that occupies that one split second when Riku grunts out when his back hits the ground and the impact knocks the breath out of him. The blood that had fallen freely from his nose, pulled by gravity, goes down the back of his throat instead. Riku coughs, still raw from the smoke.
His eyes shimmer, and when he tries to remember how to breath on the end of his cough, he blinks quickly at the image of the Seeker looking on, interested. He thinks he's looking at his masked attacker.
That makes something in his guts curdle.
With his arms pinned to his chest, he can't swing, but he calls his Keyblade into his waiting grip in some desperate, clawing need to keep fighting. This close, maybe he could even stab it into--
Riku looks down at the weapon in his hand, so startled by its altered appearance that he doesn't do anything with it, just looks at Way to Dawn, its tip broken off. Why did this appear, it should have been-
Your heart was ever destined to return to the Darkness. ]