Riku is fast but Vanitas is faster, moving like quicksilver, smooth and oil-dark, poisonous and volatile. He catches the blow with what remains of his helmet, catches the stool Riku swung at him too. The savage yank tugs Riku forward but not exactly off balance, what puts Riku at a disadvantage is that his mobility is limited by his own injuries.

Still, as Vanitas pivots Riku tracks the movement, his lips peeling back from his gritted teeth, angry and aware. It isn't enough to be aware, to keep up with his eyes alone. His boot connects with Riku and knocks him into a table. Something crashes to the floor, unseated by his upper body laid out across its surface.

He twists, knees bending, kips back up with a swing of his legs and a push that turns the table over onto its side when he launches off it, meaning to knock Vanitas flat to the floor.