[Without a weapon of his own, Riku couldn't do much more than be a distraction, hurling dark fireballs at the beast whenever he gets a little too close to Roxas or thinks about striking either of them. A part of him wishes he could do more, but he has to remind himself that he's no god. This is the best he can do and he'll have to settle for that.
There's one last dark firaga in his hand as he keeps a keen eye on the manticore.]
...Good job.
[He might not be looking at Roxas, but that compliment is definitely directed at him.]
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There's one last dark firaga in his hand as he keeps a keen eye on the manticore.]
...Good job.
[He might not be looking at Roxas, but that compliment is definitely directed at him.]