Lumi felt the resistance of the solid blade against his own when their weapons clashed. Then the jerk of the scythe's sudden and unceremonious disappearance followed. He didn't allow himself to be distracted by the strangeness of the process, or by the petals that appeared in Graceful Dahlia's wake.

He pulled his sword back, switched to a more natural one-handed grip, and swung at Marluxia's neck, all in one smooth movement.

Had Lumi followed through, Marluxia would have been dead before he realised. As it was, he stopped short, the cutting edge of his blade barely an inch from the side of his neck.