Roxas, already prepared to go on the defensive, stepped back and summoned his magic. "Light!" The protective barrier flew around him and reflected Axel's projectiles.

He didn't wait for another attack after that, moving in quickly. Slash, swipe, spell. If nothing else, Blizzard would probably knock Axel back, maybe incapacitate him. Not for the first time, Roxas was grateful he knew how to gauge when someone was on their last legs; he couldn't afford to push this too far.