#emarcidus

Send me a  ♗ and I’ll use my icon style to make an icon of your muse xx @emarcidus

I chose:  ‘ sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want. ’

Teeth grit as fists curl, anger bubbling up in a wave that is not uncommon, but uneeded. He can’t lose his cool, not when his opponent cackles and mocks; holding a Keyblade that bares the sharpness of it’s teeth with each blow. He is strong, but so is this Wielder-- and he’s faster too. It’s not an automatic loss, but he struggles here, his attacks landing a second or more too late and hitting nothing but ghosts of where the other had been standing. His weakness mocking-- it’s infuriating.

“You’re wrong.” He says it less in a statement of fact and more of an opinion of person. The Unversed cackle like the other, gathering around as negative emotions summon them, and he struggles. The fight will end poorly if he loses his cool more than he already has; he knows that his own lack of self control can summon more Unversed to the area. Why do they seem to ignore him though? He doesn’t know, but he will find out. His Keyblade hums, encouragement swimming in the blood that pounds through his ears as he yells; another attack lunging through him at the other.