Two people turned out to be a bigger challenge than one, not that Vanitas minded it any. He wanted to keep pushing. Xion – that was her name, right? - fought so much like Sora, even discounting the Kingdom Key.
She acted quick, quicker than Roxas, though less powerful. What Vanitas quickly took notice of: she's ambidextrous, as shown when, after Vanitas broke off a barrage from Roxas, a left-hand swing grazed his cheek. Interesting.
Meanwhile, Roxas spun his dual swords as if he were holding buzzsaws instead. Vanitas wasn't tempted to find out if they could shred him.
Both of his opponents favoured light over elements, which eliminated some degree of unpredictability they would've had otherwise. Sora's repertoire porved better in that regard.
Man, maybe light magic really was worth studying, if it could net him results like this. Diving down from high above, blades of light swirling around in drill formation, Vanitas remembered that Sora never studied at all. He just… had power like this. Just discovered it, and used it. How sickening.
Xion dove left, Roxas right. A yellow blade nicked his jacket. Did Vanitas' thoughts still drift here? Why? Why wasn't this enough?
"Why aren't you fighting like you mean it?!" he stopped to roar. Fire flew from his hands in a homing attack both of them blocked with expert timing. They blocked and evaded and dodged, but when their turn came to attack, what then? A feint. A near miss. Throttled strenght and speed only on the offense.
Why? Now that he wanted a figth with those pathetic faces, they refused to oblige?
They didn't fight to win.
"Come on, you copycats! Can't you bring anything real to the table? Want me to stomp you out instead?"
Before Roxas dared reply, a new voice cut through.
"You won't be doing any of that."
Damn it all. Why was Riku here?