Still staring at Zexion, Xirat could feel a presence that was niether harming nor aggresive. It was a psychological concept that in Zexion's presence, only he could feel. It soon overcame him that his grip loosened on his Katana and he stood there, arms down to his side facing Zexion. As they gazed into each other's eyes, a mind path was established. A path that only two users can feel and see. Soon enough, the room went black and on opposites sides the members stood; Xirat, covered in blue, and Zexion, covered in a redish tint. Their physical beings stood out in the darkness of the room. Soon enough Zexion spoke, "Now that I have you in a mind path, this shall prove much more interesting than using our powers, eh? Best of luck to you."
Zexion soon established a shining katana through the darkness, much resembling that of Xirats. He started to pace around the darkened area, waiting and itching for Xirat to draw his weapon. Zexion's face showed no emotion, yet it showed a contemplating thought. Was he thinking about the best advantage, or maybe it was something more? Whatever the case may be, his body posture did not give away the answer, instead, he spun the sword around in his hand, then leaped forward at Xirat....
Noticing the patter, Xirat quickly gave a nod to begin this encounter; his hand stationed on the Katana as Zexion drew his. Watching for a sign of attack, he watched as Zexion made his way around the darkness. Keeping his face facing him, he shuffled his feet so that Zexion couldn't get out of sight. Xirat's defense style seemed to be a flawless one that he perfected over the years, but the chance of a back attack left him unguarded. His eyes shot up as Zexion leaped at him, then without a second though, he withdrew his blade and the steel clashed, making sparks in the darkness.
The two fighters then used the force to jump backwards after the clash. They stood there, gazing before starting to walk in the same direction clockwise, their swords positioned so the tip is facing perpendicular to their body. They each watched each other before leaping towards one another. The same sound could be heard as the blades clashed to one another. Repeating the process, they leaped back with great speed after the clash. As they continued to walk in the circle, their eyes connected and they soon sprinted at one another, their swords positioned outward. As they reached nearer and nearer, their speed increased to where it was just a blur and with a clash and flash of the blades the two fighters were behind one another. Their katana's point were on the ground behind them as they kneeled. With a sudden gasp of breath, Zexion collapsed to the ground and the darkness faded to reveal the lightened room.
Still standing and staring at each other, Zexion soon spoke once again, "Welcome to the Organization."
Zexion soon established a shining katana through the darkness, much resembling that of Xirats. He started to pace around the darkened area, waiting and itching for Xirat to draw his weapon. Zexion's face showed no emotion, yet it showed a contemplating thought. Was he thinking about the best advantage, or maybe it was something more? Whatever the case may be, his body posture did not give away the answer, instead, he spun the sword around in his hand, then leaped forward at Xirat....
Noticing the patter, Xirat quickly gave a nod to begin this encounter; his hand stationed on the Katana as Zexion drew his. Watching for a sign of attack, he watched as Zexion made his way around the darkness. Keeping his face facing him, he shuffled his feet so that Zexion couldn't get out of sight. Xirat's defense style seemed to be a flawless one that he perfected over the years, but the chance of a back attack left him unguarded. His eyes shot up as Zexion leaped at him, then without a second though, he withdrew his blade and the steel clashed, making sparks in the darkness.
The two fighters then used the force to jump backwards after the clash. They stood there, gazing before starting to walk in the same direction clockwise, their swords positioned so the tip is facing perpendicular to their body. They each watched each other before leaping towards one another. The same sound could be heard as the blades clashed to one another. Repeating the process, they leaped back with great speed after the clash. As they continued to walk in the circle, their eyes connected and they soon sprinted at one another, their swords positioned outward. As they reached nearer and nearer, their speed increased to where it was just a blur and with a clash and flash of the blades the two fighters were behind one another. Their katana's point were on the ground behind them as they kneeled. With a sudden gasp of breath, Zexion collapsed to the ground and the darkness faded to reveal the lightened room.
Still standing and staring at each other, Zexion soon spoke once again, "Welcome to the Organization."