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.

68. Swordsman

A Hundred of Her Memories

68 – Swordsman

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"You'd teach me to fight?" Xion asked excitedly.

Axel nodded, leaping from the ground and helped Xion up, dragging her to the flat top of the hill.

"Let's see your keyblade."

She did, posing for a fight. Axel stepped forward and fixed her posture, lifting her elbows and nudging her feet.

"What now?"

"Now we fight. Just pull you're punches; it's not a real fight."

Xion smiled and launched forward. They battled for nearly an hour.

Axel dropped with a sigh. Xion fell on top of him, equally exhausted. He held her against his side with an arm around her shoulders as they looked at the stars once again.

"You're doin' good, Xion!" He smirked. "I'll make a swordsman out of you yet."

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Which is funny considering he is no swordsman ;) Sorry, referencing my other story. Hehe. You should read it! It's the same challenge, but about Axel. I personally had more fun writing that one than Xion, but they've both been fun.