[he's still kneeling, locked in place, the white keyblade firmly in his other hand. more and more keyholes are opening, you might glimpse a spectral outline of the great crystal blade of the X-blade forming over his body]

[but it's not forming very fast. just enough of the darkness is trailing out of his hand in a rope to feed the armored darkness you fight that it seems to have at least interrupted the process, the balance is just a little bit off...]

[on the other hand, you bet that black Kingdom Key is finding your unprotected back, and finding it hard. whatever this shadow is, it's not holding back, that's a deep wound]