[Sheena hasn't seen Riku fight before. It's different and interesting but she doesn't stop to stare. Fighting like that, he's bound to get hurt. He's being reckless.
Not that she's in a position to say such things.
Sheena's been at it for a while. She's covered in scratches and bumps and bruises, and there are smears of blood across her cheeks, her knuckles, her collarbone. As Riku glides effortlessly, Sheena zips from soldier to soldier, disabling them with precise punches and kicks. She spots one taking aim at Riku, and summons a barrage of cards from her sleeves. Whatever magic she does with them causes the guy with the gun to be tossed midair, helpless, and then torn apart.]
Riku! Are you all right?
[When she's finished with her current target, she moves toward her roommate, concerned about the expression on his face. Or lack thereof. He's like a child surveying mass destruction for the first time.
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Not that she's in a position to say such things.
Sheena's been at it for a while. She's covered in scratches and bumps and bruises, and there are smears of blood across her cheeks, her knuckles, her collarbone. As Riku glides effortlessly, Sheena zips from soldier to soldier, disabling them with precise punches and kicks. She spots one taking aim at Riku, and summons a barrage of cards from her sleeves. Whatever magic she does with them causes the guy with the gun to be tossed midair, helpless, and then torn apart.]
Riku! Are you all right?
[When she's finished with her current target, she moves toward her roommate, concerned about the expression on his face. Or lack thereof. He's like a child surveying mass destruction for the first time.
He shouldn't be here.]