Superior's Pet

In a few, smooth movements, the practice dummy lost an arm, head, and had a Keyblade protruding from its middle.

Maxsodin pulled her Keyblade free, kicking the dummy over as she did. She stabbed downwards, jabbing her Keyblade right where the dummy should have a heart. She back up a pace or two, and her Keyblade disappeared.

She was staring at her dirty work with grim satisfaction when she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Max?"

Maxsodin whirled around, darkness summoned in her hands. Nexan stood there, leaning causally upon her scythe, eying Maxsodin coolly.

Maxsodin beamed at her Superior. Being productive and reaping destruction had put her in a grand mood.

"Good afternoon, Superior!" she chimed.

Nexan smiled back. "Want to spar?"

Maxsodin chuckled darkly. "Of course!" She threw her arm back, her Keyblade forming there, and took a battle stance.

Nexan matched the stance and then disappeared. Maxsodin tensed, knowing she could reappear anywhere, including...

Maxsodin rolled quickly out of the way as Nexan attempted an aerial attack. She had to jump back at many times as Nexan's scythe made many quick sweep at her head. One, two, three...

On the fourth Maxsodin parried the blow with her Keyblade and she went on the offensive. In a blur of movements, Nexan and Maxsodin continuously switched from defensive to offensive and back, trying hard not to expose any openings.

As suddenly as it began, the battle ended. Nexan had her scythe pointed at Maxsodin's throat, and Max had her Keyblade aimed and ready to throw at Nexan's head. It was a standstill.

They were both panting hard, and Max was laughing between pants. Nexan smiled thinly. Maxsodin was indeed becoming her greatest weapon. And she had oh so much influence over III...

"Want to go for a walk outside with me Max?" She asked, her scythe disappearing.

Maxy's Keyblade faded as well. Her eyes grew wide. "Really?" she hadn't left the castle since... well, as long as she could remember.

Nexan smiled, a cruel smile. But that's what Maxy liked about her. She was cruel and caring.

"Of course," she said, "Just you and me, III."

Maxsodin beamed again, innocent ignorance sparkling in her grey-blue eyes.

Nexan turned and began to walk out of the room, Maxsodin right on her heels. She smiled to herself. Not long now and Max would do anything for her. She was her own personal weapon.