Roxas was about to reach is destination when he felt the arrow rush past his head. "God damn it. I just wanted to change." He sighed to himself and quickly turned around. Not expecting what came next. All he could feel was a cold hand against his jaw and then one on his forehead. "Oh it's on!" He thought as he was fighting to get away. Immediately after the hands touched him, he grabbed whoever was attacking him hand flung them to the ground. Readying his glaive and his creepy smile crossing his face as his eyes change again back to the blood red. "listen, I've had a very long day. I'm covered with blood and I just want to change into my normal clothes. You really don't want to mess with me right now." He threatened as he brought his glaive to his attackers throat.