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Not in the moon's eye [active]

Character(s): Saïx and NiGHTS
Content: In the dark of the city, something not entirely friendly stirs
Setting: Somewhere
Time: Who can tell, with all the darkness?
Warnings: Potential violence

Ever since the former lord of the castle had been disposed, Saïx had been all but itching for a good fight. A chance to do as he had been born to do. To fight, to hunt, to know the 'joy' that came from tearing down an enemy with his own hands, his own blade. But the fight had been given the Larxene. Fitting, yes, but discomfiting. He could only silence the rage for so long once it had been awoken so thoroughly to the prospect. But he had been forced to, once it had seemed that this fight was not to be his.

Another outlet would need to be found, lest it tear free of its own accord.

The sudden plunging of the city into darkness... well, he could hardly claim to have known it would come, but it was certainly not something he intended to go to waste. Darkness called to darkness. And it would be hard to see just who he was in the darkness. Besides, he didn't need his eyes. His other senses would serve well enough in a time such as this.

Which only served to spur him forward into the darkened streets, yellow eyes half-lidded and cruel as he stalked through the streets, looking for a promising option. He had his intentions. Now he needed just one thing more. Someone to serve as the other half of the equation.

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NiGHTS grinned to herself, humming a little. "In that case," she giggled, whirling around to face Saïx, "show me what you've got!" There, that should do it, and the nightmaren flew quickly towards her opponent, intending on a feint. It looked like this darkness might not end up being so troublesome after all.

Saix's only answer to that question was a grin, nails slowly shifting into something that could be called claws. He didn't have the moon to help him here but he didn't need it for this. Not yet.

And at least to start, he would ignore that he had weapon beyond tooth and claw. Or... he would until he had a decent idea of NiGHTS abilities, as he launched himself into the fray.

At the last moment, NiGHTS danced away from Saïx, spinning into a Paraloop attack around the other. If he didn't dodge, it would normally have hurt - and quite a bit at that - but right now, NiGHTS was just intent on buffeting him around and disorienting him a little. There was no need to bring out anything she'd normally use in a serious fight, after all.

No need? Perhaps not yet, but the battle was still beginning. But even then the patterns long since established in spars with his fellow Nobodies held true. It didn't matter if the attack was intended to do little more than disorient, not when he was expecting far worse; stepping out of the range of the attack even as he struck out with his claws.

Hm. NiGHTS saw the attack coming from a mile away. Was Saïx, perhaps, going easy on her? Maybe he wanted to see what she was made of - but she was planning on showing the other that, anyway, and she whirled and danced in midair, gearing up for another attack. Not that she needed to, of course, but that could be half the fun. It wasn't a good idea to show one's opponent everything one had all at once, anyway.

Going easy? Oh yes. That he most certainly was. He was not yet gone into the rage that would no doubt come, and there was no moon in the sky. Nothing to interrupt the battle. Nothing yet.

He could not, however, reach into the sky to claw his foe out of the air. Instead he was forced to wait, pacing slowly until he could strike out and hit more than the unresisting air.

Well, this was odd. NiGHTS, for all her mischief and occasional harmless duplicity, preferred a fair fight, when it came right down to it. After all, could one say they truly won a challenge if their opponent was at a disadvantage? No, of course not. The other Nightmaren might scoff at NiGHTS' way of thinking and use everything they had at their disposal, but NiGHTS would fight her own way, whether others liked it or not. It wasn't as though their opinion of her mattered anyway.

So she lowered enough to give the other a fair shot at knocking her out of the air, and aimed again. There. That would make things easier for Saïx, even if NiGHTS didn't like being close to the ground if she could help it.

To Saïx, whether or not something was a fair fight didn't really matter as much. He was just as comfortably blazing through swarms of Heartless all-but-effortlessly as he was with a fight that offered more of a challenge; the only reason he hadn't summoned his sword was because he felt like letting things last longer. Besides, it had been a while since he'd fought unarmed and it wouldn't do

So when NiGHTS came in again, he was ready, reaching out to grab and hold and not being the least bit careful about where his claws went in the process.

It would take a lot more than something like that to catch NiGHTS, and she whirled around again in a paraloop, attempting to catch Saïx in in. Was that all he had? NiGHTS doubted it, but she sighed, half-amused, nonetheless. What was the point of a challenge if there wasn't going to be any? "I know you can do better than that," she told the Nobody with a playful little pout. "Come on! Let's have some fun!"

Again, Saïx simply dodged, before fixing with NiGHTS a blank gaze. Perhaps he was judging the seriousness of the request, perhaps it was simply a look for the sake of looking. But either way, he held out his hand as in a twist of moon-pale light, his sword appeared in his hand.

"Ask, and you shall receive."

That was much better. Maybe now, NiGHTS could show off a bit. She whirled towards Saïx, spinning around faster and faster in an attempt to confuse him with the trail of sparkles that flew from her gloved fingertips. "How nice of you," she responded, laughing lightly. It would probably be all too easy, NiGHTS thought, to take care of him should she try her best, but sometimes, holding back made it that much more fun in the end, whether she won or not.

"When I wish to be," he answered. It didn't happen very often, but it was there.

As for the sparkles, they would have been more distracting if he had been using solely his eyes to track his foe. But he knew far too well that eyes could lie. Or be near-ineffective, as was the case in the darkness that had gripped the city. Instead, he simply swung his sword up to strike as NiGHTS drew into the strike range.

NiGHTS was - barely - able to dodge the sword, her surprised laughter following. She was not afraid - she was rarely afraid. "This is more like it!" she laughed aloud, whizzing past Saïx, dangerously close in an attempt to catch him in a Paraloop. Without shapeshifting, NiGHTS had little advantage in this fight, she knew - but it was more fun this way, at least for now. She was no fighter, that much she knew, but she had cunning and trickery, should she wish to use it.

Right now, however, she was simply playing a game. Nothing more, nothing less.

Game though it was, it was a game that could turn into something more in the blink of an eye. Even under the amusement, there was an undercurrent of anger. But for the moment it was the enjoyment of the fight that won out, Saïx grinning at the wind of NiGHTS passage. Oh yes, this would be good.

Of course, he wasn't going to stop his own attacks, the great sword swinging back up and around even as NiGHTS passed.

This really wasn't going anywhere, was it? Oh, well. NiGHTS dodged again, having expected that this time, and... continued to whirl about, transforming into a ball and attempting to bounce off Saïx's head. Hey, that would hurt if it hit, and be funny besides. not only that, but bouncing about was faster than NiGHTS' normal speed of flying. And anyway, it wasn't as though she ever really took anything seriously - and when she did, trouble was sure to lurk close by.

Funny to NiGHTS, perhaps. To Saïx, the blow was both unwarranted and thoroughly unnecessary, not to mention entirely unexpected. How was he to have known it was coming?

Consequently his only reaction was a low snarl, turning anger-filled eyes at NiGHTS. If she insisted on continuing to poke a half-mad beast, he wasn't going to be responsible for his actions.

Oh, come on. Saïx was annoyed at something like that? NiGHTS mentally rolled her eyes, not being able to actually do it at the moment, and giggled to herself. What fun was a game when the players took the same move over and over? Nevertheless, the nightmaren uncurled from her ball and attempted to whirl around Saïx, trying to use his distraction in order to catch him in a Paraloop.

And NiGHTS poked almost everyone, so to speak, mostly because she found it funny.

To put things simply, yes. Admittedly he would have been somewhat less annoyed under more normal circumstances, but even then there would have been some manner of annoyance. He'd never been the most patient of people, although he tried to at least keep some control over his temper.

Control that was, unfortunately, fraying piece by piece - a rope stretched to its limits, strands breaking one by one. And who knew when the last bit would go the way of the rest? But for now, his control had, even as he shook his head in an attempt to clear out some of the anger before turning to track where NiGHTS had gotten to.

Where was NiGHTS at the moment? Currently attempting to Paraloop Saïx again. Bouncing about was all very well and good, but something told her - perhaps the way her opponent looked, as though he were slowly snapping, bit by bit. He was dangerous, that was for sure, and NiGHTS didn't particularly feel like that right now, so she backed off a bit to allow Saïx to regain control, watching him contemplatively.

Didn't want, didn't want, didn't want. But he did. He had since this fight had first began and he was too far gone now to turn back, his eyes slowly filling with rage, plain and simple. NiGHTS may not have wished to meet a berserker, but there was little choice now. The rage had come; now all that was left was to wait until it ran its course.

NiGHTS rose into the air cautiously. Well, like it or not, the anger had taken over Saïx, and now she had to deal with it. Oh, well. Perhaps it could still be fun after all, although it would certainly be different than the kind of fun she normally partook in. Then again, this entire - was it night? Day? She supposed it didn't matter. Saïx had brought out, however temporarily, a darker side of her, and now she had to deal with his. It was only fair, she supposed.

Short of simply letting the anger fade of its own volition (something that could take a great deal of time), dealing with the anger that had arisen was quite possibly the best thing that could have been done in the situation.

However, the anger was not quite a mindless anger. For all that he wouldn't feel pain for the duration of the rage he could still think and plan and most importantly fight; eyes turning to watch NiGHTS' careful ascent, eyes that showed little more than rage.

Nor was he going to be patient, sword swinging around and up to strike mere seconds later.

NiGHTS was only just able to dodge the sword, large as it was, and whirled around in yet another attempt to strike Saïx with a Paraloop. She wasn't much of a fighter, no matter what form she took (at least normally; NiGHTS had the ability to turn into just about anything, should she wish it, and had spent the last several millennia exploring her abilities after leaving Wizeman's side), so she'd definitely have to play it carefully with an opponent that wasn't airborne. Oh, well, that was half the fun.

"Come on," she called, beckoning to Saïx.

Interestingly, Saïx made no move to avoid the Paraloop this time. He'd done this enough times to know that he would feel nothing of the attack. Pain was only a distant memory right now. All that mattered was the feel of the sword in his head and the rage coursing through he veins.

He was not, however, expecting the moment of disorientation that came with it. It had been... quite some time since he'd fought someone whose attacks could cause such an effect, and for a brief moment he stumbled and almost fell over, before righting himself again.

His opponent had beckoned him forward, and he would answer that call, sword swinging once more as he drew in close once again.

NiGHTS grew confident as she saw Saïx stumble and flew in for another Paraloop. However, she hadn't expected that swing so soon, and she gave a strangled cry as his sword swept across her gut, reeling in midair as she attempted to retreat and regain her bearings. That hurt - it had been awhile since she'd actually run into someone who used a sword.

The creature gasped and shuddered, but managed to regain herself long enough to shift into a rocket (yes, really) and dashed towards Saïx in an attempt to knock him off balance. SHe did, of course, have something else in mind.

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