Anakha the Silver
Xaldin observes Vexen's actions toward his attack intently, and mentally pats the other on the back. Good, he'd lose what respect he does have for the other if he hadn't been prepared for that move. So, an amused little grin graces his lips. This means he doesn't have to hold anything back, and he plans on going his favored route of combat.
He calls back his spears without a word, launching himself into the air to avoid the shards of ice... ...Which doesn't go over so well. While he manages to avoid any major damage, and the smaller shards of ice are reduced to harmless flakes by the wind roaring around him, Number III still manages to sustain a few cuts. Because he, unlike Vexen, doesn't have an oversized coat.
...Cheap b*****d who didn't want to get his fitted.
However, this makes everything much more fun, and shows off to the little neophytes present that, while Vexen may not be the most battle-ready of the Original Six, he is, most definitely, not a force to underestimate. Not in the least. But, even then, he's likely nothing compared to the wind user whose feet touch ground once more. Immediately, the five spears, six if the trapped on had returned, shift and lengthen to stab at Vexen from the front, horizontally. A fool move, considering the shield, but not if one's careful.
And Xaldin most certainly is.
An added gust of wind comes from behind Vexen, aiming to push him into the attack. But it's not meant to damage him physically, no. It's meant to whittle away at Vexen's arm strength, tire him out until his movements slow enough that his shield is nearly useless against someone like Xaldin. And then, there will be hell to pay.
"It seems you may yet earn some respect from the neophytes with this battle, Vexen, especially if you are able to hold your own. And as a reminder to take this seriously..." Xaldin says during his assault on Vexen's shield, "...Your darling 'wife' is still watching and cheering for you."
If there's one thing Xaldin can't stand when it comes to 'sparring,' after all, it's his opponent not giving it their all. And this way, he knows that Vexen most certainly is--if only for pride and to impress a certain fellow scientist.
Speaking of...
In the stands, the conversation between the two women is interrupted by Squall's entry. And, oh boy, was he right about the lecture. He can likely see it in her eyes as she smile warmly at him, selecting which method is best. The Doctor, meanwhile, waves in greeting, then holds out a hand around Rinoa.
"I'm Doctor Lucrecia Crescent. It's a pleasure to meet you, Squall Leonhart. Rinoa has told me so much about you."
A recipe for disaster, most likely.
Sora, meanwhile, is suddenly interested in the battle. And very, very glad his Kingdom Hearts II game self didn't have to deal with a Xaldin intent on nearly killing him. No, he only wanted to screw with him, beat him into submission. And the Vexen from RE: CoM? Good thing the guy underestimated the Keyblader and didn't go all out, really. Otherwise, you'd have a Sora-sicle or a Sora-kabob around somewhere.
--D3T0X-R3T0X--
The Chinese-American boy took the camera and nodded "Sweet" He said before yelping as he was nearly brought full force to the stands by his sister. This was worse than when Xen had that massive Pokemon phase with her Brock and Misty muses! He managed to get loose and rubbed his ear "Haley, ya'll best chill out a bit" He nodded to his sister before squeezing past the people on his way to the edges of the stands, jumping off as he took dragon form so he could find a good aerial position to shoot from.
Squall saw the look. Of COURSE he saw the look. How could he have not seen that look that no one else could probably see in Rinoa...? He had to think. And think INCREDIBLY fast or else he was screwed. Something would have to happen and something would HAVE to happen fast but what? He could take the ranting while thinking of something? He was stopped from his thinking of an excuse as Lucrecia introduced herself, smiling in return "Pleasure to meet you, too" He said with a nod as he took her hand to shake it. He had such a calm demeanor as always... However his mind was a nervous wreck.
"As it sh--" Xen seriously had to stop narrating her posts at random times as Squall had glared over to the girl who instantly tried shrinking smaller in size. Ah how if all of her characters knew of this-- "Hey where'd the wonderful talking Dog..." She scanned the area, eyes falling upon Fu Dog who had gone to find some poodle to sit with "... I swear I'm going to kill that dog..." She said, voice entirely even as she said it. It would happen. Her butterfly wings twitched lightly as she shook her head, looking back to the fight.
Riku was also completely into the fight by this point, glad he hadn't even truly had to cross Xaldin's path. Vexen... Oh he was glad he didn't have to deal with his full wrath in Reverse Rebirth... If that had to happen, he'd likely not be there. Or he would... Just not with the knowledge of plans which Xen had for him. Some not so pleasing, others... Decent... And very few he actually enjoyed a bit. Those few were where he was NOT. INVOLVED. And I KNOW she's not paying attention to what she's typing... He couldn't help but think, closing his eyes and sighing.
And then as Xen thought of what was just done she pouted a bit "I do too pay attention to what I type..." She mumbled, leaning back and deciding to watch the fight, ignore possible glares from Squall who now wanted to be avoiding this, keep away from Saix's wrath as soon as he left the death known as Barney, ignoring the fact Riku was purposely making sure she read this over to see that he didn't like most of what he was put through because of her, and make sure Ansem stayed all brooding-like in his room and didn't try anything. Which she doubted he would.
Squall saw the look. Of COURSE he saw the look. How could he have not seen that look that no one else could probably see in Rinoa...? He had to think. And think INCREDIBLY fast or else he was screwed. Something would have to happen and something would HAVE to happen fast but what? He could take the ranting while thinking of something? He was stopped from his thinking of an excuse as Lucrecia introduced herself, smiling in return "Pleasure to meet you, too" He said with a nod as he took her hand to shake it. He had such a calm demeanor as always... However his mind was a nervous wreck.
"As it sh--" Xen seriously had to stop narrating her posts at random times as Squall had glared over to the girl who instantly tried shrinking smaller in size. Ah how if all of her characters knew of this-- "Hey where'd the wonderful talking Dog..." She scanned the area, eyes falling upon Fu Dog who had gone to find some poodle to sit with "... I swear I'm going to kill that dog..." She said, voice entirely even as she said it. It would happen. Her butterfly wings twitched lightly as she shook her head, looking back to the fight.
Riku was also completely into the fight by this point, glad he hadn't even truly had to cross Xaldin's path. Vexen... Oh he was glad he didn't have to deal with his full wrath in Reverse Rebirth... If that had to happen, he'd likely not be there. Or he would... Just not with the knowledge of plans which Xen had for him. Some not so pleasing, others... Decent... And very few he actually enjoyed a bit. Those few were where he was NOT. INVOLVED. And I KNOW she's not paying attention to what she's typing... He couldn't help but think, closing his eyes and sighing.
And then as Xen thought of what was just done she pouted a bit "I do too pay attention to what I type..." She mumbled, leaning back and deciding to watch the fight, ignore possible glares from Squall who now wanted to be avoiding this, keep away from Saix's wrath as soon as he left the death known as Barney, ignoring the fact Riku was purposely making sure she read this over to see that he didn't like most of what he was put through because of her, and make sure Ansem stayed all brooding-like in his room and didn't try anything. Which she doubted he would.
James Phobos
I am a dash and you are a dot
When will you see that I am all that you've got
"This is actually quite an interesting contrast," Ienzo says into the mic, raising his free hand to his chin thoughtfully as he watches Vexen quickly halt. The harsh sounds of metal slamming against metal in rapid succession can be heard even from this distance. As the spears continue their vicious assault on Vexen, every attack firmly blocked, the Heartless observes quite a few people wince at the sound.
"Indeed," Zexion agrees, focusing too much on the battle to pay attention to Ienzo, or how he's unconsiously mimicking his actions. "Xaldin is one of the Organization's most offensive members, preferring to use his spears in devastating attacks. However, Vexen is mostly a defensive fighter, as one can tell by his shield."
Just to be contradictory, Ienzo opens his mouth to argue a different point, only for the pair to pause. The mic is gone from their hands, and as they both turn to look behind them. Doing a handstand, the Cheshire Cat leers at him, eyes practically glowing with mischief. His tail is curled around the mic. Balancing on one hand, the Cheshire Cat casually detaches its head from its neck with its free hand so that it can speak into the mic. "They say that the best defense is the best offense," he laughs into the mic, dodging the two when they lunge for him. With his head floating about in the air, the Cat lazily balances on the back of a few empty seats. "Because shields can be sneaky, too!" He disappears and, gritting their teeth, the two incarnations of Ienzo Orosco dash off to find the troublesome feline.
The commentary goes right over Vexen's head. His entire mind is focused on the battle, whether it's sharp curses in his mind at the aching which becomes more and more pronounced with each jab at his shield, running through what attacks he should use, or-
Water: 35 Liters. Carbon: 20 Kilograms. Ammonia: 4 Liters. Lime: 1.5 Kilograms...
He's still debating with himself. Normally, one doesn't throw every single ounce of their powers at the beginning of the battle. However, this is Xaldin he's talking about, perhaps it's his only chance? Then, the Lancer speaks, mentioning Lucrecia...
The air's been cold, simply because of the manifestation of Vexen's ice powers, but now... Now, things suddenly drop at an alarming rate, ice forming by Vexen's feet as he looks over the top of his shield to glare at Xaldin, his eyes flashing dangerously. That settles it, then. No holding back, not for a second.
Tensing in preparation, Vexen waits for the perfect moment before slamming his shield upwards. His arm aches harder at the movement, but all Vexen is concerned about is how he's managed to throw off a few of the spears. There are still the rest, but this is where he uses Xaldin's little wind attack to his advantage, letting it shove him forward. Other spears rush over his head, missing him by inches, save for one- A stinging sensation, right on his cheek, and something wet and warm-Can use a Cure later Vexen thinks in a rush, even as an ice wall rises up behind him to protect him from the spears which missed and that cursed wind. Not wasting any time, he makes a sharp sweeping gesture. With his power channeling into the ground, he summons up gigantic icicles which practically slam up from the ground, heading right towards Xaldin. They're certainly a sight to see, deadly sharp and rather quick.
Phosphorus: 800 grams. Salt: 250 grams. Saltpeter: 100 grams. Sulfur: 80 grams...
They prepare to slam right into Xaldin-
Fluorine: 7.5 grams. Iron: 5 grams. Silicon: 3 grams. More than a dozen more elements flicker into his mind...
"Verum et factum convertuntur," he hisses under his breath.
The Ice Needles stop just inches from Xaldin, towering over him but now completely still. Their distracting purpose fulfilled, for a moment, they partially hide the circle which suddenly bursts into life not far from Xaldin. It spins and spins and spin, a sinking dark purple filled with lines that interconnect and symbols foreign to anyone else but the most brilliant of scientists. It heads straight for Xaldin, unable to be stopped by either obstacles of ice, spears, or the wind itself. Feeling his jaw locked, Vexen keeps an eye on it, one hand clenched into a claw-like shape as he keeps his focus on the spell, one which he created on his own. Just have to stay focused long enough for it to get to Xaldin...
"Jeez," Demyx mutters to himself, watching the fight with wide eyes. He's always known the original six are bad asses, or at least some of the obvious (Zexion and Xaldin make the top of that list, even if the former isn't a fighter), but Vexen... Vexen is actually putting up one hell of a fight. A small whisper catches his attention, and Demyx blinks as he looks to the side. Xion is right besides him, keeping the camera trained on the fight, a look of concentration and worry on her face. So softly that it's only because of Demyx's musician status that he can hear it, she's whispering, "Go Vexen. Go Vexen." Over and over again.
Raising an eyebrow, Demyx looks from the young girl to the older woman with the long hair, then back again. Curioisity piqued, Demyx quietly makes his way over to Lexaeus, keeping an eye on the battle the entire time. (It's Xaldin. He's expecting something to fly into the stands at any second now. ) "Hey, Lexaeus," he whispers to the Hero. "Since when did Vexen get a girlfriend and a kid?"
Lexaeus just looks a little amused. "You could try asking her yourself," he suggests, gesturing to Lucrecia.
Leaving the liquorice with her gang, Fuu uses Rai basically as a stepping stone as she crawls over him, using his shoulder as she makes her way to Nero. With the bag of goodies in hand, she sits next to the Sable, glancing at the battle casually. "Thoughts?" she asks her 'adopted son', even as she offers the bag to him, letting him choose whichever treats he wants from it. The question is there because, out of everyone she knows, she is sure that Nero has a better grasp on combat then most.
I'm a binary code that you cracked long ago
But to you I'm just a novel that you wish you'd never wrote
When will you see that I am all that you've got
"This is actually quite an interesting contrast," Ienzo says into the mic, raising his free hand to his chin thoughtfully as he watches Vexen quickly halt. The harsh sounds of metal slamming against metal in rapid succession can be heard even from this distance. As the spears continue their vicious assault on Vexen, every attack firmly blocked, the Heartless observes quite a few people wince at the sound.
"Indeed," Zexion agrees, focusing too much on the battle to pay attention to Ienzo, or how he's unconsiously mimicking his actions. "Xaldin is one of the Organization's most offensive members, preferring to use his spears in devastating attacks. However, Vexen is mostly a defensive fighter, as one can tell by his shield."
Just to be contradictory, Ienzo opens his mouth to argue a different point, only for the pair to pause. The mic is gone from their hands, and as they both turn to look behind them. Doing a handstand, the Cheshire Cat leers at him, eyes practically glowing with mischief. His tail is curled around the mic. Balancing on one hand, the Cheshire Cat casually detaches its head from its neck with its free hand so that it can speak into the mic. "They say that the best defense is the best offense," he laughs into the mic, dodging the two when they lunge for him. With his head floating about in the air, the Cat lazily balances on the back of a few empty seats. "Because shields can be sneaky, too!" He disappears and, gritting their teeth, the two incarnations of Ienzo Orosco dash off to find the troublesome feline.
The commentary goes right over Vexen's head. His entire mind is focused on the battle, whether it's sharp curses in his mind at the aching which becomes more and more pronounced with each jab at his shield, running through what attacks he should use, or-
Water: 35 Liters. Carbon: 20 Kilograms. Ammonia: 4 Liters. Lime: 1.5 Kilograms...
He's still debating with himself. Normally, one doesn't throw every single ounce of their powers at the beginning of the battle. However, this is Xaldin he's talking about, perhaps it's his only chance? Then, the Lancer speaks, mentioning Lucrecia...
The air's been cold, simply because of the manifestation of Vexen's ice powers, but now... Now, things suddenly drop at an alarming rate, ice forming by Vexen's feet as he looks over the top of his shield to glare at Xaldin, his eyes flashing dangerously. That settles it, then. No holding back, not for a second.
Tensing in preparation, Vexen waits for the perfect moment before slamming his shield upwards. His arm aches harder at the movement, but all Vexen is concerned about is how he's managed to throw off a few of the spears. There are still the rest, but this is where he uses Xaldin's little wind attack to his advantage, letting it shove him forward. Other spears rush over his head, missing him by inches, save for one- A stinging sensation, right on his cheek, and something wet and warm-Can use a Cure later Vexen thinks in a rush, even as an ice wall rises up behind him to protect him from the spears which missed and that cursed wind. Not wasting any time, he makes a sharp sweeping gesture. With his power channeling into the ground, he summons up gigantic icicles which practically slam up from the ground, heading right towards Xaldin. They're certainly a sight to see, deadly sharp and rather quick.
Phosphorus: 800 grams. Salt: 250 grams. Saltpeter: 100 grams. Sulfur: 80 grams...
They prepare to slam right into Xaldin-
Fluorine: 7.5 grams. Iron: 5 grams. Silicon: 3 grams. More than a dozen more elements flicker into his mind...
"Verum et factum convertuntur," he hisses under his breath.
The Ice Needles stop just inches from Xaldin, towering over him but now completely still. Their distracting purpose fulfilled, for a moment, they partially hide the circle which suddenly bursts into life not far from Xaldin. It spins and spins and spin, a sinking dark purple filled with lines that interconnect and symbols foreign to anyone else but the most brilliant of scientists. It heads straight for Xaldin, unable to be stopped by either obstacles of ice, spears, or the wind itself. Feeling his jaw locked, Vexen keeps an eye on it, one hand clenched into a claw-like shape as he keeps his focus on the spell, one which he created on his own. Just have to stay focused long enough for it to get to Xaldin...
"Jeez," Demyx mutters to himself, watching the fight with wide eyes. He's always known the original six are bad asses, or at least some of the obvious (Zexion and Xaldin make the top of that list, even if the former isn't a fighter), but Vexen... Vexen is actually putting up one hell of a fight. A small whisper catches his attention, and Demyx blinks as he looks to the side. Xion is right besides him, keeping the camera trained on the fight, a look of concentration and worry on her face. So softly that it's only because of Demyx's musician status that he can hear it, she's whispering, "Go Vexen. Go Vexen." Over and over again.
Raising an eyebrow, Demyx looks from the young girl to the older woman with the long hair, then back again. Curioisity piqued, Demyx quietly makes his way over to Lexaeus, keeping an eye on the battle the entire time. (It's Xaldin. He's expecting something to fly into the stands at any second now. ) "Hey, Lexaeus," he whispers to the Hero. "Since when did Vexen get a girlfriend and a kid?"
Lexaeus just looks a little amused. "You could try asking her yourself," he suggests, gesturing to Lucrecia.
Leaving the liquorice with her gang, Fuu uses Rai basically as a stepping stone as she crawls over him, using his shoulder as she makes her way to Nero. With the bag of goodies in hand, she sits next to the Sable, glancing at the battle casually. "Thoughts?" she asks her 'adopted son', even as she offers the bag to him, letting him choose whichever treats he wants from it. The question is there because, out of everyone she knows, she is sure that Nero has a better grasp on combat then most.
I'm a binary code that you cracked long ago
But to you I'm just a novel that you wish you'd never wrote
