It wasn't the right weapon, and it wasn't his weapon, but it felt so good to Roxas to have something like this in his hand. Immediately, he took a step forward, slashing as he went, twisting on his right foot and cutting down. He jumped up and backwards, back-flipping, and then landing in a crouch, his body sliding back an inch or two with the momentum and soft sand.

Roxas rose into a standstill, holding the gunblade loosely in his right hand. His body was giving him signs that he had overdone it, which frustrated him. A few motions with the gunblade shouldn't have made him break a sweat, even with that go with the buster sword before it.

"Handles all right," Roxas said gruffly. That self-satisfied look was back though.