[Those words may be true, but Reaper's attitude just riles up Roxas even further. He grips the handle of his giant mallet tighter, before getting back into a fighting stance.]
Fine then.
[The few card soldiers around them, sensing the impending fight, all begin to back away and make room.]
no subject
Fine then.
[The few card soldiers around them, sensing the impending fight, all begin to back away and make room.]