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Character(s): Saïx and Marluxia
Content: Saïx runs across the wayward Assassin. Fighting ensues
Setting: Out on the streets of Paixao
Time: Dusk, week 15
Warnings: violence, at the least
Contrary to what some might have believed, tracking the former was not a simple task. While he was able to get some help from the Lessers, he could hardly use his Berserkers without announcing his hand in this, and the Dusks were nowhere near as helpful in a search as his own. But with a lack of emotions came a certain amount of patience.
Thus, his presence just outside where Marluxia seemed to have been holing himself up, these past weeks. He made no effort to announce himself, however. A traitor didn't deserve that sort of courtesy. Not when his very life should have been forfeit weeks ago. The only warning given would be the sound of the door being rather rudely hauled open. It was all he deserved.
Content: Saïx runs across the wayward Assassin. Fighting ensues
Setting: Out on the streets of Paixao
Time: Dusk, week 15
Warnings: violence, at the least
Contrary to what some might have believed, tracking the former was not a simple task. While he was able to get some help from the Lessers, he could hardly use his Berserkers without announcing his hand in this, and the Dusks were nowhere near as helpful in a search as his own. But with a lack of emotions came a certain amount of patience.
Thus, his presence just outside where Marluxia seemed to have been holing himself up, these past weeks. He made no effort to announce himself, however. A traitor didn't deserve that sort of courtesy. Not when his very life should have been forfeit weeks ago. The only warning given would be the sound of the door being rather rudely hauled open. It was all he deserved.
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In one swift motion, Marluxia grabbed a stack of nearby papers, storing them away and summoning his scythe. The Nobody fell back into a defensive position, eying Saix cautiously. "Closed quarters don't suit either of us."
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"What are you trying to hide?"
He know he wouldn't get an answer.
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"A secret I intend to keep," he said simply, and brought his weapon down.
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"A secret is only as good as its keeper," he answered, equally simply and not sounding in the least bit bothered by the effort of keeping the blade of the cythe at bay.
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And as soon as the blast had dissipated, he moved, stepping neatly inside the range of the scythe and striking out with his claymore.
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Again he moved behind Saix, more to give himself more time than to perform a serious sneak attack. Another wave of energy was sent in his opponent's direction, followed by a leap back. The second Marluxia's feet touched the ground, he spun his scythe and drove it into the floor, opening up a large portal of darkness brimming with thorns.
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Not surprisingly, Saïx again turned to block the wave of energy. It was the simplest option available, under normal circumstance. In this case however, he step or two he was forced back in the progress landed him squarely amidst the thorns.
With a faint frown at the inconvenience, he carefully stepped out of the mess of thorns, before slamming his sword point-first into the ground, sending his own wave of energy in Marluxia's direction.
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But he still had one trick up his sleeve, even in these cramped quarters, and if the Superior could fall for it, then perhaps Saix as well. Slender vines snaked through the air around Saix, twisting together, with petals making lazy orbits around each cord. They formed a very loose cage around the Nobody, moving as he did, but otherwise doing seemingly no damage.
Marluxia readied himself for Saix's next strike, scythe raised defensively, and waited.
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Thus, his next move was decided. If the vines were harmless then there was no further reason to delay an attack, and once again he stepped into range, sword swinging up (and slicing through the vines) before reversing direction and swinging down towards Marluxia.
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He moved farther back, almost to the wall now, and threw his arm forward, sending a forceful gale in Saix's direction with the aim of gaining some ground.
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Again, he brought up his sword to block the gale. It wouldn't keep him safe from all of it, but it would stave of the brunt of the attack, even as it forced him back a few steps. Not that he was going to let it stop him from coming back in shortly thereafter, sword swinging.
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Marluxia pulled his scythe around in an attempt to meet Saix's strike with one of his own. While he couldn't hold off the berserker's blows for very long due to the other's strength and heavier weapon, he could at least attempt to deflect them. No doubt it would help Marluxia save some of his strength, as well.
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But for now, he'd put that out of of his mind. Marluxia wouldn't be able to hold of his blows forever, so he'd just keep them up for the time being.
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((argh, sorry for shortness))
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It wouldn't be long now.
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The parries came slower and slower until finally Saix struck true. Marluxia had seen the blow coming and had attempted to dodge as much of it as he could, but he was still sent staggering backward, a gash opening across his chest. He put a hand over it almost reflexively, drawing in a shaky breath as he slowly looked up to face his opponent. Marluxia's expression shifted to a mask of shock and anger, but his blue eyes remained as dead as ever.
One thought continued to echo through the Graceful Assassin's mind: How dare he?
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How dare he? Easily. The expression on his face as he raised his eyes to meet Marluxia's made that clear if nothing else. Where Marluxia's expression was one of shock and anger, he was smiling the smile of a predator that knows its prey is weakened and won't last forever. A smile most sane men would run from.
He wasn't going to stop at that single bow either, stepping in to close the space between them, with his sword swinging yet again.
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No holding back. He would forget these surrounding walls and strike as he saw fit.
((fff once again, short. Sorry for taking so long to reply, too))
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The stroke of his sword that followed was unconsciously stronger than the previous, as his growing anger made itself known.
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It wasn't a terribly serious wound, but there was a hiss of pain at it all the same. He'd had enough of this, and the almost instinctual anger at having been struck pushed him over that final ledge into madness, as he turned on Marluxia with snarl.
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Marluxia was no fool. He had gotten his strike in, a fair enough revenge for now. It would be difficult to fight Saix as he was on the best of days. Like this, Marluxia had no chance. Darkness flowed around him as the Graceful Assassin opened up a corridor, intending to leave as soon as possible.
Doubtful though it was he would even escape like this unscathed, it was better than being run through.
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Once, twice, three times the blade came down, and Saïx wasn't pulling any of them in the least. Marluxia may have intended to run, but he wasn't going to get off unscathed.
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He disappeared without a trace to recover.
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For now, he'd simply make sure that the papers Marluxia had carefully hidden away made it to Xemnas.