[The weapon is knocked off-kilter from its strike, twirling midair before landing several paces away. Roxas looks at the area it landed; there's only about a minute of it remaining solid before it collapses back into a puddle of water. But at Reaper's words Roxas's attention turns back to the masked man, and he grins, wincing a bit as he pulls the thrown knife from his arm.]
I've got more tricks up my sleeve than that!
[And he takes aim again and throws the knife back at Reaper.]
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I've got more tricks up my sleeve than that!
[And he takes aim again and throws the knife back at Reaper.]