The platform glowed pure, brilliant white laced with a tint of gold.

The air was still, stiff, and frightening. Sora drew in a sharp breath, reluctant to let it go. The place reeked of death.

Suddenly, a portal opened up only a few feet away from him. He watched as a tall, cloaked man stepped out slowly, but with eerie grace. The man had his hood up, with a few locks of black hair over his oddly angelic blue eyes. His eyes held deep sadness and remorse; they only added to his bitter, melancholy appearance.

The brunette narrowed his eyes faintly. It was almost as if an angel was standing before him…or at least should have been. This man was no angel.

In a flash of light, a long, deadly looking scythe was called to his hand. Sora took a step back and clutched his weapon tightly.

He was definitely no angel.

Dix stepped forward and swung, the weapon nearly slicing Sora in two if he hadn't moved in time. He swung again and again, each strike with more force and more anger than the last. The Keyblader dodged each swing, searching for any opening to deal a blow.

"Wrath!" The man shouted out suddenly, and his swings became more forceful and much quicker. Acting quickly, the boy used his weapon to block a few of the swings, but most sliced up his arms, and one nearly missed his head.

The man almost smirked; a cruel twist on his lips.

"Pride!"

There was a change in him…not physically, but the harsh aura he held about him swelled and grew, making Sora tremble and almost brought him to his knees. The man grinned and swung again, whacking the boy across the platform.

The brunette grabbed his now bruised ribs and groaned between clenched teeth. His power…was overwhelming. Overbearing. Overpowering. But he had to try to fight back. He had to try.

There were footsteps, rapid ones, as the man dashed forward to finish him off. Pushing himself to his knees, Sora thrust his Keyblade out towards the man, hitting him in the shins. Dix grunted in pain and staggered, nearly losing his balance.

There was his chance.

Sora jumped up and called his weapon back, and lunged at the Nobody. The blade went through his chest and out his back, straight through his heart. The man choked and coughed, his eyes wide in surprise. And suddenly…tears came to them.

It took the boy by surprise.

These nothings…can cry?

Darkness began to rise off the man, in thick wisps.

"I…I'm sorry…Grace…" Dix whispered for the last time, before disappearing completely.

Sora let his weapon fall by his side, as he looked around for his next opponent.

However, something in his heart ached, and he lost the thrill he held before.

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Meanie Sora…

Anyways, this is the last battle drabble I will be doing for GS' challenge. The criteria:

Against Dix, Dix would probably be pretty mad by this point at all the death happening around him, and will use every Sin he can to try and extinguish Sora. When he dies, he should apologize to Grace.

Dix belongs to Ben-So-Deadly.

Three more to go…