"How can this one man be so powerful?" Xion thought to herself desperately as she struggled against the wind blowing her back. Having such perfect ommand of the winds, even Xaldin wasn't so strong. And his attacks, were they augmented by his wind element? Or how else could he be so physically strong.
"You fool! Do you not even know what their purpose for you is?" the man stated as he fired off a blast of energy from the tip of the feather fan he held. Xion raised her keyblade to block the incoming shot.
"What do you mean 'my purpose'?" Xion retorted.
"You'll find out soon enough"
A massive gust of wind started up, first pushing Xion back, then it began to lift her up. As she struggled against this, the man waved his fan again, firing a salvo of enery beams at her. Desperately she attempted to block the incoming voley, only to have the winds hold her keyblade arm back. She could only scream as fivve beams of electric-blue energy pierced her body. The wind stopped, and she slumped to the ground.
The mystery man approached Xion, standing just outside of range of her keyblade. Xion regarded him carefully; he certainly didn't look very impressive, dressed in simple white robes, taller, not particularly muscular, long hair, and light complexioned. He wore a large, strange-looking strangest was his "weapon", if you could call it as such. It appeared to be a simple feather fan, normaly an object os not much use in battle. But when we brandished it, each feather seemed as sharp as a blade. Perhaps augmented by the strange energy blasts it seemed able to fire. He also appeared to harness the power of the wind, even more adeptly and powerfully than Xaldin, a task Xion never thought possible.
The man lowered his fan, and looked her straight in the eyes. Xion knew she couldn't defeat him, not in this condition. She wondered why Superior had chosen her for the job. Surely Xigbar or Xaldin were more well-suited to the task? Even Axel or Roxas had more training and experience. But Saix had been ordered specifically to delegate this mission to Xion, to eliminate this strange man whom Xemnas felt was a threat to his plan. Whatever it was.
"You have fought well, young one, and you have my respect." The man spoke, and dismissed the two armoured guards approaching from behind. "Let her go, she will trouble us no further tonight". Then turning to Xion, "Go home now, young one. You must treat you injuries, if we are to meet again in battle."
"What?" Xion thought to herself, "just a second ago he was intent on destroying me. Why would he just let me go?" And to respect and congratulate an opponent? Such an idea was unheard of in the Organization, who frequently taunted and chastized eachother, let alone their enemies. Was it a trick?
But the man then turned his back to her, and walked off. Concentrating, she opened a corridor of darkness, crawled in, and returned to the World that Never Was. She would go see Vexen in the medical lab first. After treating her injuries, she would have to report to Saix for debreifing. She knew she would be chastised for her failure, but at least she was alive. Hopefully she would remain that way after facing Saix and Xemnas.
"Why let her go? She is a threat to our lord" The guard on the right protested after Xion passed through the corridor.
"She was on a simple mission. Her superior knew she couldn't eliminate me. He wished to test her strength. A young girl is the least of our concerns. I believe I will meet her again. And there will be others, as well. Even if I did destroy her, the Organization would come with many more soldiers, far mor powerful than this girl. Besides..."He glanced at the full moon in the sky "...her destiny is much greater"
The guards knew not to argue with this man. As they returned to their home city, the man paused for a moment. "Perhaps, one day..." were his cryptic words. And the three entered their home city without another word.