The Salle - Saturday Afternoon

[key-of-heart.livejournal.com]

Since things were all crazy around the island, Sora decided that it was a good idea to head down to the salle with his keyblade and work out.

It had been a while, well since they'd rescued Naminé, that he'd done anything with the Keyblade and as it's master, that just seemed kinda... lazy? Yeah, he was lazy.

Putting up a dummy for his target, Sora began to slash at it in his typical technique. Needless to say, he was just flailing and bashing at it in any way possible until it disappeared; no technique there at all.

If you asked Sora though, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

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[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Me too," she smirked as she finally managed to counter-attack, her own blade arcing in at Serra's knee.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Laughing, Serra blocked the swipe at her knee and retaliated by going for Cassandra's sword-arm. "Sorry, you'll have to do better than that!"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra blocked the strike and threw a kick at Serra.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Serra's grin was unrepentantly feral as she circled around, reaching out to let the Force flow through and around her. This was exactly what she needed after dealing with Skywalker.

It was going to be a good fight.