And now he was on a world that was filled light. And, for as broken as he was - his determination to escape and leave the Darkness was overwhelming. The only problem was overcoming said Darkness. Who, as much as he hated to admit it - was still stronger than him, better trained and more ruthless than he could even think of.
"Is that all you've got?" Ventus gave a scowl at the voice - dammit, Vanitas didn't even look tired - but, given the helmeted boy's nature, Ventus was unsure if the Unversed King could even get tired.
"Tch." He swallowed, pushing himself to stand tall - forcing his abused body to work, to respond even though all he wanted to do was collapse and give into the pain. "I'm not done yet."
"Good. Let's see what-else you're made of, probationer."
He only had moments to react as Vanitas vanished, appearing behind him with Void Gear poised to strike, but Wayward wind blocked the blow, his arm absorbing the stresses, though it wasn't quite enough - no, it would be enough. He'd make it be enough. He knew the others fighting style because his own now mimicked it to a degree. But if he could get in close enough....
Light help him, he didn't want to fall again, even if he knew, in his heart, that he'd fall here, in this battle. But in the battle of hearts - a battle he didn't know he was fighting, Ventus will was still as strong as ever, as weak as his light was.
"Is that all you've got?" Ventus gave a scowl at the voice - dammit, Vanitas didn't even look tired - but, given the helmeted boy's nature, Ventus was unsure if the Unversed King could even get tired.
"Tch." He swallowed, pushing himself to stand tall - forcing his abused body to work, to respond even though all he wanted to do was collapse and give into the pain. "I'm not done yet."
"Good. Let's see what-else you're made of, probationer."
He only had moments to react as Vanitas vanished, appearing behind him with Void Gear poised to strike, but Wayward wind blocked the blow, his arm absorbing the stresses, though it wasn't quite enough - no, it would be enough. He'd make it be enough. He knew the others fighting style because his own now mimicked it to a degree. But if he could get in close enough....
Light help him, he didn't want to fall again, even if he knew, in his heart, that he'd fall here, in this battle. But in the battle of hearts - a battle he didn't know he was fighting, Ventus will was still as strong as ever, as weak as his light was.
Reply
Leave a comment