Panic. Fire. Light. Impact. The four rushed through Roxas's head so fast he didn't have time to process them until he'd been thrown backward from the force of the blow. He had just enough time to throw up his hands before the guy rushed straight at him, the sound of his shout, and of metal clashing and of sparks flying assaulting his ears hardly milliseconds later.

...Metal? Roxas brought his hands down, and opened his eyes. His right hand held a weird, giant...key...thing? "Huh? What is this?" The heavy object almost pulled him off-balance. He gripped it with his other hand too, and he held it back, standing sideways.

Ready to fight back now, he looked up. There were still embers trailing in the air, luckily none of them coming from him or his clothes. But the bright red that drew his gaze wasn't from the flames. Red hair, green eyes, tattoos right under them...

Roxas knew he wasn't going to win this fight, magical giant key or not.