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marluxia,
saix

You are no longer welcome here [active]

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.

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The Graceful Assassin's head shot up at the sudden noise and he scowled at the familiar silhouette in the doorway. So... they had finally managed to find him, had they? No matter. He would defeat the Superior's lapdog and make his escape. They still had so far to go, after all.

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."

Edited 2009-12-15 06:35 (UTC)

Saïx didn't miss the motion as Marluxia grabbed the papers and tucked them away. He'd need to inform Xemnas of that as well. It wouldn't do to defeat the man here only to have someone else stumble across the findings. The decision, however, would need to wait. There was little time to worry now, as he summoned his claymore to hand.

"What are you trying to hide?"

He know he wouldn't get an answer.

A smirk was the only reply Saix would receive before Marluxia charged forward, disappearing at the last second in a shower of petals and reappearing behind him, scythe raised. He had what he needed. Everything else could be obtained once more at a later time.

"A secret I intend to keep," he said simply, and brought his weapon down.

If Marluxia had intended his feint to have any effect, he'd have to think again. It might have fooled some, but Saïx was not one of them; he was turning even as Murluxia vanished, raising his claymore to meet the inevitable blow.

"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.

Marluxia pressed further, his smug expression fading into a frown as he concentrated on the task at hand. He jumped backwards as he realized the Luna Diviner's claymore wasn't about to budge anytime soon, flourishing his scythe as he landed. Offering his opponent a dismissive "Hmph," Marluxia brought his scythe, crackling with energy, down in an arc, sending a crescent wave toward Saix.

There was a faint nod from Saïx at Marluxia's dismissive comment. There was more need to speak at the moment. What mattered right now was the fight itself. Thus far however, he wasn't particularly impressed, swinging his claymore to intercept the blast. True, the force sent him skidding back a bit, but he'd been expecting that.

And as soon as the blast had dissipated, he moved, stepping neatly inside the range of the scythe and striking out with his claymore.

Marluxia's eyes widened, and before he could react, the Nobody was slammed against the wall. He slid to the floor, hissing a pained breath through his teeth, and sat there for a time, stunned. The Graceful Assassin soon recovered, pushing himself to his feet.

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.

Saïx couldn't help but smile as Marluxia went crashing into the wall - a tight vicious sort of smile. There might not have been much room in these tight quarters, but he had a slight advantage over Marluxia here; a scythe needed more room to be an effective weapon than a sword did, even if that sword was as large as his.

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.

Marluxia thrust his scythe in front of him with the intent of blocking the attack sent his way. The wave split before him, surging past either side of him, close enough for him to feel the power behind it. Marluxia needed to leave. If not to escape the scene of the battle entirely, then at least the house itself. There was too little room to maneuver, too little he could do. Saix had the obvious advantage and from the looks of things, he knew it.

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.

The sudden appearance of the vines, unexpected as they were, got Saïx to at least stop long enough to realize that annoying though they were they weren't harmless. Just an inconvenience.

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.

Marluxia grimaced as Saix cut through the vines, having hoped his opponent would leave them be a moment longer. The explosion would have given him the opening he needed to escape, no matter how great or little the damage caused. As it was, Marluxia could only teleport out of the way.

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.

Ironically, the fact that he'd destroyed the vines and thus negated the explosion that would have come was most likely a good thing for Marluxia - it meant that Saïx kept his head for just that much longer.

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.

Saix losing his head was the last thing Marluxia wanted. Going against Saix when he went berserk was practically a death sentence to one who didn't have a plan, and especially when one had been so suddenly dropped in on.

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.

And yet, it would be the perfect solution to at least one of their problems. There was absolutely nothing saying that Marluxia had to remain alive, and certainly the Superior wouldn't complain about his death.

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.

Edited 2010-01-18 02:17 (UTC)

Every strike parried made his arms shake, and after a few blows, Marluxia began to lose ground. He grit his teeth and continued to counter, but it was obvious that he couldn't keep it up. He was beginning to slow down, and soon he would slip.

((argh, sorry for shortness))

Good. The closer he was to that slip the better. The more tired his opponent was, the easier the fight would be for him and he had absolutely no interest in making this a fight Marluxia could actually win. Hence keeping him on the defensive.

It wouldn't be long now.

The clash of metal against metal, the shriek of blades scraping against one another, claymore and scythe moving in a blur of movement... It was all Marluxia saw, all he heard. He would not be struck down here. Not if he could help it. Not by the Organization. Not by Xemnas's lapdog.

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?

One might better ask how dare he have let Marluxia live this long. There'd never been anything but strained politeness between them. Nothing to suggest that it would be better to keep him alive.

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.

Marluxia practically snarled in response to Saix's smile, and as Saix moved to close the distance between them, Marluxia thrust his arm forward. "Enough!" White "thorns" of energy snaked through the air, twisting around one another as they made their way to their target.

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))

Given that he was all but charging at Marluxia, Saïx didn't have enough forewarning to get out of the way of the attack in time. But the wounds were minor enough to not really slow him down, although a flash of anger crossed his face. He'd expected the tight confines to slow Marluxia down, not anger him.

The stroke of his sword that followed was unconsciously stronger than the previous, as his growing anger made itself known.

Marluxia managed to avoid most of the blow as he dodged, but there was a gash from his side from the Claymore, and his hand immediately went to the wound, but only for a second. The memory of his anger vivid within him, Marluxia pushed through the pain and brought his scythe down in a diagonal slice not once, but twice as he made his advance.

The first blow was easy enough to block. He'd been expecting something similar, since it was no more than he would have done. The second blow he hadn't been expecting, however, and while he did manage to block some of it, a bit managed to get through.

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.

As his scythe made his cut, Marluxia's anger was replaced by his usual arrogance, but it was all too brief and the smirk fell away from his face as Saix's eyes began to glow with a familiar, dangerous energy.

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.

'Doubtful' would be putting it optimistically. His rage blinded him to all but his intended target, true, but it didn't blind him to the fact that Marluxia was trying to escape. A coward's tactic, and not one he was inclined to take lightly, as he turned on Marluxia with a snarl, sword swinging as he came.

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.

A coward's tactic that would ensure his ongoing survival. Even so, he felt the claymore's bite as it struck his arm and chest. With a cry of pain, Marluxia's scythe disappeared in a flash of light, and the Nobody was only barely saved from the final strike as he was fully enveloped by the portal.

He disappeared without a trace to recover.

Once the portal closed, a strained sort of silence fell in the room. The fact that Marluxia had gotten away didn't exactly sit well, as his sword swung into the door. He would kill Marluxia, even if it was the last thing he did.

For now, he'd simply make sure that the papers Marluxia had carefully hidden away made it to Xemnas.

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