Ow ow ow! Who would have ever guessed something so small and cute would hit like that? Roxas had never touched a moogle before, but he'd always assumed they were soft. This one was decidedly not, and the freelancer took a moment to recover from the hit before he rejoined the fray, emboldened by the moogle's failure to execute its next attack.

"Did you know that didn't really rhyme?
Seems to me you're running out of time!
Maybe all I have is a silly little stick,
But it's enough to make your doom clock tick!"

Alright, this was becoming easier. While the boomerang stick hadn't come back to him, there was conveniently another stick on the ground nearby. Roxas grabbed it and launched it at the offending moogle like a javelin, his own way of using stone. Payback, bitch.