[ It's fast, with a preternatural awareness that tells him it doesn't need to rely on sight alone, if at all. There's no perceptible hesitation, no lag between it sensing something and reacting to it. The spirit in battle is a terrifying wonder to behold, and Riku won't let it shake him.
He can't afford to - there are friends lives on the line, and trailing an opponent this dangerous back to his sleeping companions is not a risk he's willing to take.
There's a horrible clash and a metallic screech when his broadsword meets the obsidian gleam of its first weapon, sparks kicked up as his inferior metal meets something sharper, harder, carving a notch into the blade. Riku shoves against their locked weapons to reverse his forward momentum, trying to swing himself around in a wide twirl.
It's not a flourish, though it might be mistaken for one, when it presents less of a profile for the second blade to dig into. He's a little slower than he wants to be - the blade scores a bright line across his chest.
The spirit's blade is so sharp it doesn't even hurt at first, until he feels the hot bloom of blood starting to cool in the cold, early winter air. Thankfully, it's not deep, but a few inches closer and that thrust could have almost assuredly been lethal. Vanitas drops from above and Riku continues his spin, dragging with him his broadsword for a swing that starts low and carves upward. ]
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He can't afford to - there are friends lives on the line, and trailing an opponent this dangerous back to his sleeping companions is not a risk he's willing to take.
There's a horrible clash and a metallic screech when his broadsword meets the obsidian gleam of its first weapon, sparks kicked up as his inferior metal meets something sharper, harder, carving a notch into the blade. Riku shoves against their locked weapons to reverse his forward momentum, trying to swing himself around in a wide twirl.
It's not a flourish, though it might be mistaken for one, when it presents less of a profile for the second blade to dig into. He's a little slower than he wants to be - the blade scores a bright line across his chest.
The spirit's blade is so sharp it doesn't even hurt at first, until he feels the hot bloom of blood starting to cool in the cold, early winter air. Thankfully, it's not deep, but a few inches closer and that thrust could have almost assuredly been lethal. Vanitas drops from above and Riku continues his spin, dragging with him his broadsword for a swing that starts low and carves upward. ]