[His eyes widen slightly as Ansem shifts away to counter and he can sense power being gathered, the bitter stench of that darkness on the back of his tongue.
A split moment's decision is all it takes to twist and push away to the side, and still he can feel the burn-freeze-sting of that attack just barely grazing his cheek, his jaw clenching as he uses what momentum he has left to take one more swing at the Heartless before he slides back and creates some distance between them again.]
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A split moment's decision is all it takes to twist and push away to the side, and still he can feel the burn-freeze-sting of that attack just barely grazing his cheek, his jaw clenching as he uses what momentum he has left to take one more swing at the Heartless before he slides back and creates some distance between them again.]