A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

61. Battlefield

A Hundred of Her Memories

61 - Battlefield

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Xion flicked her keyblade, blocking Axel's flying chakram. It pierced the ground, crumbling into ash.

"Well, hello there, Xion," Axel greeted.

Xion launched at him, swiping at his head. He ducked and summoned his chakrams. Thus the battle ensued.

She flew back, avoiding his weapons, then charged with a battle-cry. Axel avoided her by leaping across the court and flung his flaming weapons, grunting.

Xion ran forward again, but Roxas's voice rang out.

"Stop!"

She slid, stopping. Axel knocked her out from behind, catching her as she fell. Holding Xion, he warped.

I wish we didn't fight so much... Xion thought as she struggled through unconsciousness. We'd make such great partners on a battlefield.