Why had he fallen into the darkness again? He had let it consume him and here he was, fighting for what he knew as the wrong side. But then again, from what the man had heard, this person wasn't really on the side of good either, was he? Not on that garb…he took it. No, he was definitely a member of this Organisation he had been hearing so much about.

Despite the fact that he pledged neutrality, the blond couldn't deny that he leaned towards the side that was doing what was right—or rather, what he deemed right from his own bias.

And that was why these two opposing forces stood before each other, blades in hand. All they could do in this moment of thought was stare each other down, feet trailing the perimeter that they had chosen for themselves.

Never had his sword felt heavier, it was always when he was about to fight. It was as if the man was losing his will to raise his blade against anyone, or anything. Even if it was to defend himself. Still, the blond stopped his pacing in time with the other keyblade wielder. He was a curious thing to him; he had learned the the wielders were ones of the light, not one of these organisation members.

"I can't let you pass, kid," Cloud then said, eyes trained onto the other. "Not with the reputation you have."

Roxas grit his teeth, giving the fellow blond a glare. "Don't make me resort to pushing you aside."

Cloud couldn't help but let the smallest of smirks curl his lips.

Buster blade raised, Cloud breathed lightly as he and Roxas quickly closed the space between themselves. Roxas had jumped and attacked from above, and Cloud, knowing this move well, countered by swinging his blade from the bottom up, effectively nullifying the previous swing and sending Roxas flying up into the air. Cloud soon joined the other, using his strength to push himself from the ground, a fire spell soon blasting towards the organisation member.

Roxas was not one to be taken so lightly either; he almost instantly countered the SOLDIER's flames with a blast of ice.

Cloud used the flurry of steam that followed suit as a distraction as he lifted his blade and struck Roxas down. It was more strength than he had intended, but, well. Roxas had initiated this battle, of course. Cloud wasn't ever gonna let him win, no, Roxas just couldn't pass. Mako-eyes quickly looked down, towards where he had heard Roxas hit, but the dust and debris that had been brought up greatly obstructed his view.

"That doesn't matter though," Cloud said quietly to himself as he brought a hand up, flames once again taking it before condensing and shooting towards where Roxas seemed to have fallen.

"Not quite," came in the form of Roxas' voice as once again he had used ice to shield himself from the fire.

Expected.

Cloud barely even managed to blink before his sword clashed with the keyblade wielder's. Blue and blue locked—they were both very determined to win.