[Roxas is a pretty fast swimmer, but even he's having a hard time dodging all the items being thrown at him. One tree trunk manages to badly scrape his tail, and beneath the water he gasps in pain. But like his arm, he had to force himself to ignore it; to stop now would probably mean death.]
[He's coming up to a fork in the river, a fork that he knows is rather deep. He waits for another log to be tossed into the waters before he dives down, and...]
[...huddles under the fallen tree trunks and logs. If he hides, maybe the Disciple won't know where he went, with all the debris in the water now.]
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[He's coming up to a fork in the river, a fork that he knows is rather deep. He waits for another log to be tossed into the waters before he dives down, and...]
[...huddles under the fallen tree trunks and logs. If he hides, maybe the Disciple won't know where he went, with all the debris in the water now.]