[ Vanitas wonders that very thing, and not for the first time since this engagement began. So many of these spirits didn't operate on the same rules they did— certainly not the kind Vanitas was used to. Even now, the fact they seem to be void of any kind of light or dark serves to confuse him. But that isn't as relevant now as clocking this one's fighting style.
Vanitas staggers when he's thrown backward under the deceptive strength of the spirit's shove. Their blades come apart with the tell-tale sing of metal on metal.
He exhales sharply, and takes the opening he perceives when it turns it's focus with renewed vigor on Riku. Vanitas surges forward toward it's back, ready to clash. Then, for half a second, it seems he freezes— but its only his shade, a life-like after image still engaged with the spirit when in reality, Vanitas is a foot over it's head and bringing the jagged edge of Void Gear down with alarming weight and speed. ]
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Vanitas staggers when he's thrown backward under the deceptive strength of the spirit's shove. Their blades come apart with the tell-tale sing of metal on metal.
He exhales sharply, and takes the opening he perceives when it turns it's focus with renewed vigor on Riku. Vanitas surges forward toward it's back, ready to clash. Then, for half a second, it seems he freezes— but its only his shade, a life-like after image still engaged with the spirit when in reality, Vanitas is a foot over it's head and bringing the jagged edge of Void Gear down with alarming weight and speed. ]