#willfulwanderer

[eternallynothing-blog]

((WillfulWanderer)) "You!" His voice was one of absolute fury. The metallic shout lingered in the air for a bit as The armor got into a battle stance, Keyblade at the ready.

Xemnas was caught off guard by the booming voice, but once he saw that it was just the empty armor Terra left behind he couldn’t  help but scoff.

“So, you’re still trying to reclaim what it is you lost? How terrible it must be, to endlessly search for something you will never have again. You should just give up. Accept your fate. It will make everything much easier for you.” He explains, noticing the keyblade in the other’s hand. “Ahh…so you think defeating me will fix you then?” He laughs as he enters a battle stance, waiting for the other to attack. “Go ahead and come at me then…”

[crimson-legend]

@willfulwanderer

As soon as Terra landed in the Coliseum, he noticed things were different. He still hoped that boy that he had met was still there, the one that wanted to be a Hero. With a sigh, he glanced at the Wayfinder, that was tied to the underside of his gauntlet, and took a deep breath. His armor clanked as he moved toward the Vestibule.

Auron leaned back against the cool marble wall in the shadow of the building as he watched the combatants on the arena floor. One of the fighters on-stage batted past their opponent’s defense, a loud crnch echoed through the arena, and the crowd roared. The Tournament had only just started, and Philoctetes’ chalk scribbled madly as the faun continued to take down names to fill up the first round matches. There was no shortage of people still filing in through the wide gates. However, they were not Auron’s concern.

There will be many a good fight today.