[he's still on the swift approach, though he's never exactly had a Dusk run from him before. maybe it's the Dusk = enemy = must fight notion that's been ingrained in his brain the several months he spent traveling back home, but he's still not even close to not considering this one a threat.]
[the Keyblade's raised as he calmly steps toward her-- partly on his toes and ready to attack, and partly waiting to see what what she does.]
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[the Keyblade's raised as he calmly steps toward her-- partly on his toes and ready to attack, and partly waiting to see what what she does.]