The smile was what set him on edge first. It was too similar to Larxene's to mean anything but trouble. Marluxia's eyes narrowed and as soon as the urn's surface touched his hand, the Nobody immediately began to draw back. It was likely that, combined with the preference for power that kept Marluxia from the full force of the attack, though he would not escape without injury.

Teeth grit and eyes squeezed shut, Marluxia brought his arms up against the wind, bracing himself and trying to stay in place. The hair on the back of his neck stood up from the static in the air--a familiar feeling that made him wonder just how apt his comparison to Larxene really was. A bolt hit him square in the back and he gasped in a shuddering breath as his muscles convulsed, sending him staggering. A fresh burst of pain from the wounds he'd received in his fight with Saix accompanied it, and it was all Marluxia could do to keep standing.

Electricity arced around him, many of the bolts narrowly missing. A few strays managed to hit him, slowing his dodging retreat. Once he had managed to get a far enough distance away, he turned his gaze to the skies, glaring up at the goddess floating above. His breath ragged, he scowled, collected himself, and in an instant disappeared.

The gentle fall of petals in the breeze would likely be the first thing the goddess noticed (Marluxia having forced his breathing to be as normal as possible in order to hide any sign of weakness). The Nobody reached a hand out and traced the goddess's jawline, moving his hand to hover over her neck as he leaned in close enough to whisper in her ear. "I would have declined anyway," he whispered mockingly. "In any case, I got what I wanted. A shame our meeting had to end so poorly."

And with that, he disappeared once more.