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better-half-vani
Just who in the hell did that one-eyed pirate think he was?
“Tch…”
Who said the old man was even on his mind? No… It was himself that he was frustrated with. Always.
Sweat and blood dripped down his brow after barely dodging that last sneaky attack. And maybe… MAYBE, he had a point in running out to get himself massacred by twenty or so Neo Shadows coupled with Invisibles.
He was just angry and wanting to take it out on whatever he came across. Even if that very thing could overpower him and end him, if overwhelmed enough.
“I can handle myself just fine. Back off!”
A short chuckle escaped his breath as the man jumped backwards again, finding himself grabbing the air above the Slinger. Heels dug against the plain, unaffected by gravity’s pull. Arrow guns splayed to his sides, a flash of energy refilling the magazines with a tick before he fired rounds off to the kids flank, keeping the Heartless off of Vanitas’s six. Yellow eyes glanced upwards between him an the kid, its sickly sword glowing as it prepared for another attack. “Yeah, and you’re doing a astounding job of it, Tiger,” II remarked with utter sarcasm. Watching the Keyblade swing and crack down hard on the Heartless in front of him, the Freeshooter frowned lightly before he snapped a hand through a rift. “New backdrop!” A quick grab to the boy’s shoulder, and a gray flash of light, and the two of them teleported away to a near by cliffside. Out of danger. Least from claws and gnashing swords. The mob, some fifty feet bellow yellow eyes scattering this way and that for their missing targets. Xigbar landed to his left, glowering over to him with a scowl. “Ya know, just because you look like like him, I would have thought you’d gotten more than the half pint’s brain cells for that matter.”













