Riku hummed a note. "Glad to know you're not the type to just run into battle waving a sword around." Not that it would even be that easy to do in these forms, but still.

"I say the same thing every morning." There was a hint of amusement in his voice. His Keyblade vanished from the ground for the moment. Looking around, he noted the lay of the land.

"We should probably head this way," he motioned with his head to a thick patch of brambles. As imposing as it looked, with a wasteland behind him and the hints of grass and greener lands potentially beyond the thorns, it looked like a better idea for the moment.