Sora met the box’s aggression with a matched willingness of his own to counter the flaming box with a wide jump of his small body. The scrambling wood scrapped against the floor while the flames crackled the wood while paint boiled and blistered across the chest. Panic blurbed in Sora’s chest and his heart palpitated before he tucked and rolled away from the box. Just in time for the attack from Tidus. The roll wasn’t as eloquent as the ones he regularly practiced prior coming here but it was enough to get him out of the way and lose his rapier.

Which was totally unintentional. Once Sora’s head was upright he scrambled to his hands and feet, before he all but galloped behind Tidus. He got onto his feet, assessed the situation quickly with a timid expression of threat, before he found an opening to retrieve his rapier. He dashed for the fallen weaponry and slid across the floor to reclaim the steel hilt in his hand. Sora uprighted himself again doubled back toward the chest and brought an onslaught of more jabs.