What are you supposed to be? Forrest green eyes squinted in the harsh day light, laughing a bit at his competitors outfit. Cross a tiger with a fish and give him bad clothes? The Keyguards banter was met with only a bored look and a quiet frown. Ah, sammter? Logan pressed, stepping farther into the ring, letting the tip of his keyblade drag a thin trail in the dirt. Pretty boring, arent you?
Apparently. The Ruin Wielders response was dry, cold; about as expressionless as the other young mans face. Are we here for a fight, or a tea party?
See, thats the problem with you Emo-Wielders. Logan chuckled quietly, the sound lost in the anxious cheers and cat calls from the crowds seated above the coliseum floor. Youre so up tight. Maybe its that braid of yours. Pulling your scalp so tight you cant smile?
The blue haired keyblader