It’d been a while after we’d started walking again when we heard a commotion coming from the other side of the gate. I looked at Newarxd and he shrugged. We both walked over to the gate and scaled it to get a better look.
Down below, two figures stood, faced off in a combat position, one’s hood on and the other off. But something was wrong. I could sense each person’s ‘feelings’; anger, frustration, confusion, but one’s was stronger then the other. That would only mean one thing: one of the people fighting wasn’t a Nobody!
"What do you think they’re doing?" I whispered Newarxd.
"Well from what I heard this morning," he replied, "Xion was sent to defeat a mystery man who is posing as an Organization XII member."
"Well it doesn't look like Xion is doing so well." I said while watching the battle below. I heard them say:
"Your face..." the gray-haired man said, "Who are you and why do you have a Keyblade?"
"Tell me first," Xion replied, "Why you are dressed as on of us."
Down below, two figures stood, faced off in a combat position, one’s hood on and the other off. But something was wrong. I could sense each person’s ‘feelings’; anger, frustration, confusion, but one’s was stronger then the other. That would only mean one thing: one of the people fighting wasn’t a Nobody!
"What do you think they’re doing?" I whispered Newarxd.
"Well from what I heard this morning," he replied, "Xion was sent to defeat a mystery man who is posing as an Organization XII member."
"Well it doesn't look like Xion is doing so well." I said while watching the battle below. I heard them say:
"Your face..." the gray-haired man said, "Who are you and why do you have a Keyblade?"
"Tell me first," Xion replied, "Why you are dressed as on of us."