Dawnbreak City, 4th Universe.

"It's a bright day in Freedom City, peace, property, and a good shoreline and beach attracts tourist, so the town has prospered, despite being built into a valley. The natural sights, friendly service, and quiet atmosphere of this town is why it's a big reason it's popular among vacation spots. Suddenly, in a flash, the city disappears, and in-junction to it, a man in a black coat has appeared. The leader of this free world approached the coated man, asked for what he wanted, and his response was violent. He stabbed the leader of our world in the chest with an odd-shaped concealed sword of some kind, as well as took his lucky charm, a stone in the shape of a ring. We now go to you live with a leading commander in our world's army." The T.V. news reporter had said, the world in crisis.

"We, as of now are preparing an assault on the man..." A commanding officer started, but he was quickly impaled by the black-coated man, who took the microphone, the commanding officer's body fading away as he did this. A deep voice overcame the speakers of all who were listing in, yes, even you, young viewer. As these events unfolded, the rest of the world strapped the T.V. to their heads to see the results.

"We mean of you no harm..." he deep voice echoed. "We just want the heart of your world. Give up the Tirain to us, you will be spared."

As these words are spread, around the world, people wondered "What are the Tirain?" The words whispered so often it was more like an uproar, which lasted all of ten minutes.

"Fine. You've had enough time to try and notify me or give me it directly." The voice of the man, though deep, boomed throughout the world. The camera-bot moved back as the man raised his hand and hell broke loose.

The sky's darkened as the shadows of the world darkened.

"The door to this world has been opened. Prepare for the heart of your world to be consumed by all things dark!" the man dissipated into a black hole, which strange, black creatures with Antenna and yellow eyes erupted from. The camera bot was destroyed in the zurg rush of these black creatures.

In a manner of hours, the world is in chaos. These black creatures chase around, then seem to steal the heart of someone who they kill, and no form of attack can seem to deal damage. You're not willing to accept this, though, and go out to fight the darkness-born creatures yourself, and fall because you, too could not hurt them.

But that dose not mean you've given up, dose it?

Station of Awakening

Do you fear the darkness? Don't. If you fear it, it shall consume you hole. Now, open your eyes.

MISSION:
Open your eyes! Explore the Station of Awakening! Remember, the Station is a visual form of your heart!

Reward: 5 Munny, 5 EXP the start to your adventure!

Missions, are the quests you go on in a world. Normally, you would have your first mission as a "Disembark" mission, but as you are already here, do not fear about that, it will come in time. In the Mission Statement, you will be given a small hint on what to do in your post. Missions are where the girth of your time will be spent, as they give EXP, Munny, and sometimes special skills, items, and ability's. Some Missions are optional, some are your choice of which you will do, some are required.

Edited October 3, 201411 yr by Guest

Ovan was shocked to see who his next opponent was. He thought: Brandon? He's here? When did he show up? After the "match", he turns when he heard Axel talking and bringing out new weapons. Not sure what's going on, Ovan mumbles under his breath: "Things keep getting confusing by the minute." Having his keyblade out, Ovan charges and thrusts through Axel.Detok runs forward and lunges at a Nobody. He drop kicks on a second, stabs it, slices through a third, and pierces through a fourth. He shouts: "Stop!", halting another 5 in time. He dashes and slashes through them. Seeing that more were coming, Detok says: "Persistent nuisances, these nobodies."

A few flaming Nobodies ran past Brooklyn before dissolving back into nothingness. Mes grinned widely, charging in at another one. She ducked under it's reckless swing, stabbing it's stomach. She ripped her keyblade up, tearing through the creature killing it. Two more rushed at her. Mes jumped up, kicking at a head, which knocked it down. She landed flat on the ground, and swiveled on the ground, knocking the other one's legs out from under it. She spun upwards, reaching full height in time to parry away the first downed Nobody's swing, and stab at it's exposed chest. Before it even dissolved away, Mes turned and slashed through the last Nobody. They both disappeared, and Mes smiled at the two boys with her. "And, finish." She said, giving a very slight curtsy.

(Blood warning)Brooklyn gave a reassuring, smile of approval, before. He saw a Nobody try and sneak behind her; it must have hidden previously from them. As it went to attack her, Brooklyn pushed her to the ground and took the blow instead and then stabbing the Nobody in the chest, it dissolved in mere seconds, but in that time, a gash was on Brooklyn's back. The Nobodies were built to cause harm, Heartless just wanted to turn people into heartless, Nobody's wanted to hurt. A slight warm blood leaked from his gash, it slowly oozed out. The doctor and Jim rushed to him, picking him up, they carried him into the kitchen area and removed his cut-up shirt and coat, the gash wasn't primarily deep, but it still bled like any cut. John Silver rushed to the boy, and looked at him. "So hurt in such little time! My gosh!" He exclaimed, switching his cybernetic arm into a needle and stitching wire. Quickly, the old chef, who apparently knew a little bit about how to doctor sewed the wound up and covered it with a few hot, wet rags. Jim and the Professor. Kept the pressure on his back as to try and stop the bleeding as soon as they could...

Edited April 4, 201411 yr by Guest

Mes watched nervously, biting her nails, as she watched the others work on fixing him up. Sure, the wound was being tended to quickly and well, so it was unlikely that he would be seriously hurt. But still... he had pushed her out of the way to take a blow. And now he was here, on an impromptu surgical table. Would she have done the same thing for Brooklyn had the positions been switched? She didn't know. The bitterness in her heart from her previous life still remained, and it might take a bit longer before she felt whole enough to do something so heroic.

"Your fault." A voice originating inside whispered. Mes bit down on her lip. "No..." She whispered quietly to herself. Feeling slightly depressed, Mes excused herself from the room, and found her way to the deck, where she stood at the railing.

Leaning against a wall, Detok crossed his arms as he watched Brooklyn getting patched up.  This was the first time for him to see a comrade intercepting an attack for another and to get treated for such an injury.  Detok was also irritated for not spotting the Nobody, or being able to protect his allies.  He felt more so that he can't assist in healing.  Closing his eyes, Detok thought:  Blasted Nobody.  It hid itself quite well.  But Brooklyn was able to see and eliminate it.  Heh.  I call myself an observant individual, but I didn't even locate a monster coming for a second.  He opens his eyes, looks left and watches Mes leave the room.  Closing his eyes again, he thinks:  I should probably leave her be.  Considering what just occurred, she could use some alone time.

Mes watched nervously, biting her nails, as she watched the others work on fixing him up. Sure, the wound was being tended to quickly and well, so it was unlikely that he would be seriously hurt. But still... he had pushed her out of the way to take a blow. And now he was here, on an impromptu surgical table. Would she have done the same thing for Brooklyn had the positions been switched? She didn't know. The bitterness in her heart from her previous life still remained, and it might take a bit longer before she felt whole enough to do something so heroic.

"Your fault." A voice originating inside whispered. Mes bit down on her lip. "No..." She whispered quietly to herself. Feeling slightly depressed, Mes excused herself from the room, and found her way to the deck, where she stood at the railing.

 

 

Leaning against a wall, Detok crossed his arms as he watched Brooklyn getting patched up.  This was the first time for him to see a comrade intercepting an attack for another and to get treated for such an injury.  Detok was also irritated for not spotting the Nobody, or being able to protect his allies.  He felt more so that he can't assist in healing.  Closing his eyes, Detok thought:  Blasted Nobody.  It hid itself quite well.  But Brooklyn was able to see and eliminate it.  Heh.  I call myself an observant individual, but I didn't even locate a monster coming for a second.  He opens his eyes, looks left and watches Mes leave the room.  Closing his eyes again, he thinks:  I should probably leave her be.  Considering what just occurred, she could use some alone time.

After Silver had finished up patching Brooklyn up, he looked at Detok. "Boy, clean up in here. I gots me a girl to go cheer up." He mumbled, he and Jim walking up onto the deck. "Hey miss." He muttered to the girl, walking over to her. "Are you OK?"

Eyes opened, Detok stands and responds:  "Understood."  He looks around the area, thinking:  But with what?  He looks further and spots a mop and bucket.  Detok mumbles:  "That'll do.", walks over to the cleaning supplies, fills the bucket with soapy water and starts working.

(BTW, Brandon can talk, Spidy)

"Burn, baby!" The red-headed figure yelled, flinging his chakmara's at Ovan and Brandon, they caught on fire as they did so, and the one aimed at Brandon intercepted Brandon's Keyblade, sending both back to their owners quickly.

 

The blond-haired boy ignored the question and attacked at Fiora, thrusting his blade at her in a small, three-hit combo.

 

Kyle's Keyblade again disappeared and the weapon he had transformed into it's keyblade-like state again. It looked like a slightly more advanced version of his Keyblade, improved somewhat, but he didn't have much time to admire it, as the thing that had attacked him earlier came again. Kyle finally was able to actually tell what it was, somewhat. A extremely tall, dark figure, it was thin and oozed shadows, none of his details were visible, not even his hands, which were covered in a veil of shadows, behind it, black tentacle-like wisps of darkness flowing from his body, and it attacked.

Fiora blocked the first two hits, but was unable to block the third. The boy's Keyblade hit her directly in the stomach, and she yelped in pain. I haven't fought an opponent like this one before... This won't be easy, especially on my own... She cast a Cure spell on herself, then slashed at the boy, following up with a swipe at his legs to try and knock him off balance.

The air was somewhat... heavy... you could notice how things changed in a second... at least for Kyle who was there that could only meant one thing. As he got himself into combat position, his keyblade dissapeared, as the Iron blade transformed once again in a keyblade, just like the previous time. "this presence.... it´s it again!" Kyle said as he saw something taking shape in the room, it was the Iron monster he faced before, but this time... it was not like iron... it was more like a fuzzy creature. "You! set them free already! Or you will pay for it!!" Kyle shouted at the creature.

Ovan quickly tries to guard one of Axels' chakrams and sends it back to him.  Whistling, he mumbles:  "Despite his look, this guy is kind of strong.  It would help if I had some defense."  Shaking his left fist, Ovan pumps himself up, saying:  "Come on, come on!  DEFENSE!"  Just like that, a barrier of wind surrounds Ovan.  Laughing, he says:  "Cool!  I do have magic!"  He looks to Brandon and thinks:  I should probably give him one too.  It'd be the nice thing to do.  Ovan casts Aero on Brandon before lunging at Axel after the blizzard spells.

(I know, but i'd rather keep it canon to when he was asleep. then again....) Brandon woke up as he thrusted at the red head. "What the? Where a-" Before he could finish, the man sent his chakrams flying at Brandon.  He quickly summoned back his keyblade at fired a Blizzard spell at the keyblade to douse the fire, and tried to block it as it got close to him, but as he deflected it, it scraped his arm. "AH!" He clutched his arm in pain. "That's it, ITS ON NOW!" He ran towards the man and jumped up, firing 2 blizzard spells at him.

Fiora blocked the first two hits, but was unable to block the third. The boy's Keyblade hit her directly in the stomach, and she yelped in pain. I haven't fought an opponent like this one before... This won't be easy, especially on my own... She cast a Cure spell on herself, then slashed at the boy, following up with a swipe at his legs to try and knock him off balance.

The creature lashed out at Kyle. A slight, small, ancient-sounding voice came with the strike. "Why do you wield the cursed blade that I forge...?" He exhaled almost silently, whipping the tentacle at him at a high-speed.The red-haired man wasn't expecting them to go after him so fast, he dodged the Blizzard's, but found himself being blown away by the charge from Ovan, flying back from the blow, landed, and threw his blades again, they caught fire again.The blond-haired boy was hit and knocked into the air, but he landed and recovered quickly, charging at Fiora wit another combo, but he had added on a jump before he fired off the first hit.

Ovan holds his keyblade out and tries guarding against one of the unknown guy's weapons again.  Holding it off the best he could, he thinks:  This is getting nowhere.  Sending things back and forth.  He would he l.....wait a minute.  I'm getting an idea.  Ovan swings his keyblade, making the teeth fit between the handle spaces.  He starts spinning around in place, waiting for the fire to dissipate.  When it did, he winds up, spins right, swing, and shout:  "Right back at ya!!"  Ovan sends the weapon back to its owner at a rate faster than he threw it.  Then Ovan starts running forward, twirling his keyblade and strikes with a tackling slash.

The creature lashed out at Kyle. A slight, small, ancient-sounding voice came with the strike. "Why do you wield the cursed blade that I forge...?" He exhaled almost silently, whipping the tentacle at him at a high-speed.The red-haired man wasn't expecting them to go after him so fast, he dodged the Blizzard's, but found himself being blown away by the charge from Ovan, flying back from the blow, landed, and threw his blades again, they caught fire again.The blond-haired boy was hit and knocked into the air, but he landed and recovered quickly, charging at Fiora wit another combo, but he had added on a jump before he fired off the first hit.

Fiora rolled out of the way of the boy's combo, and quickly got back up. She struck the boy in the back with her Keyblade, then pointed her Keyblade at his head. "Who are you?" Her tone was more forceful this time.

The creature lashed out at Kyle. A slight, small, ancient-sounding voice came with the strike. "Why do you wield the cursed blade that I forge...?" He exhaled almost silently, whipping the tentacle at him at a high-speed.

 

Kyle blocked the attack with the keyblade, however he was pushed back due to the force of impact. "Nrgg..... What? What do you mean? What are you!?" Kyle asked to the entity as he tried to think in some plan, he was in a serious problem. 

The creature lashed out at Kyle. A slight, small, ancient-sounding voice came with the strike. "Why do you wield the cursed blade that I forge...?" He exhaled almost silently, whipping the tentacle at him at a high-speed.The red-haired man wasn't expecting them to go after him so fast, he dodged the Blizzard's, but found himself being blown away by the charge from Ovan, flying back from the blow, landed, and threw his blades again, they caught fire again.The blond-haired boy was hit and knocked into the air, but he landed and recovered quickly, charging at Fiora wit another combo, but he had added on a jump before he fired off the first hit.

"Damn, this guy is good." Brandon ran back and tried to land 4 thrusts and 2 hits to the legs to try and knock the man down.

Ovan holds his keyblade out and tries guarding against one of the unknown guy's weapons again.  Holding it off the best he could, he thinks:  This is getting nowhere.  Sending things back and forth.  He would he l.....wait a minute.  I'm getting an idea.  Ovan swings his keyblade, making the teeth fit between the handle spaces.  He starts spinning around in place, waiting for the fire to dissipate.  When it did, he winds up, spins right, swing, and shout:  "Right back at ya!!"  Ovan sends the weapon back to its owner at a rate faster than he threw it.  Then Ovan starts running forward, twirling his keyblade and strikes with a tackling slash.

 

 

Fiora rolled out of the way of the boy's combo, and quickly got back up. She struck the boy in the back with her Keyblade, then pointed her Keyblade at his head. "Who are you?" Her tone was more forceful this time.

 

 

Kyle blocked the attack with the keyblade, however he was pushed back due to the force of impact. "Nrgg..... What? What do you mean? What are you!?" Kyle asked to the entity as he tried to think in some plan, he was in a serious problem. 

 

 

"Damn, this guy is good." Brandon ran back and tried to land 4 thrusts and 2 hits to the legs to try and knock the man down.

The red-headed man was able to dodge most of the blows from Brandon, but his own weapon being launched at him was an ingenuous move. He was struck by the blow and thrown aback, the man wasn't quite done yet, however, he glowed with a soft light. "You're not gonna forget this...!" He yelled out, thrusting his blades out at high-speed and power, column's of fire rising with each strike, upon getting to the point they would return, they vanished back to his hands, each shot aimed directly at each of them.

 

The blond-haired boy grunted in pain and huffed, glaring at Fiora, he ignored her question and rolled behind her and preformed another three-strike combo.

 

"The Keyblade..." The figure replied, continuing to lash out at Kyle. "Why do you have the weapon I once forged...?" The ancient-sounding voice replied. "You do not have the right to... Nor do you have the right to hold the final Key..."

"Hm?" Mes said, distracted from her inner thoughts. She saw Silver. "Oh, no." It was a weak lie, and she knew it. Mes turned back to the railing, trying to settle back into herself. She didn't really want to talk. Conversations never usually went her way. Most times, they would end with her having to do some sort of penance to make up for the "sins" she had caused. So instead, she just learned to shut up. Though, she had a feeling that the chef wouldn't back down so easy.

Ovan thought:  Darn it.  I hoped that last move would finish him off.  He sees a column of fire heading towards himself.  He quickly casts Aero on himself and Brandon, then tries to roll out of the way.  But the column went on Ovan's back.  Whatever fire that was on it blew away thanks to Aero.  Despite what pain he felt, Ovan throws his keyblade toward the red-head as hard as he could.  If this didn't get the guy, Ovan hoped it would at least distract him so Brandon could finish him off.

 

 

With mop in hand(s), Detok swiped around the floor.  He focused where most of the blood was at, wiping off any that were on counters or tables with a cloth.  He puts the mop into the bucket, takes it out and moves about the floor.  Sighing, Detok thought:  This is a bit of a thing, laboring around as if I'm some sort of cabin boy.  But there's no use in complaining.

Edited April 12, 201411 yr by Ultimus Grid

Ovan thought:  Darn it.  I hoped that last move would finish him off.  He sees a column of fire heading towards himself.  He quickly casts Aero on himself and Brandon, then tries to roll out of the way.  But the column went on Ovan's back.  Whatever fire that was on it blew away thanks to Aero.  Despite what pain he felt, Ovan throws his keyblade toward the red-head as hard as he could.  If this didn't get the guy, Ovan hoped it would at least distract him so Brandon could finish him off.

 

 

With mop in hand(s), Detok swiped around the floor.  He focused where most of the blood was at, wiping off any that were on counters or tables with a cloth.  He puts the mop into the bucket, takes it out and moves about the floor.  Sighing, Detok thought:  This is a bit of a thing, laboring around as if I'm some sort of cabin boy.  But there's no use in complaining.

Brandon quickly got ready to try and finish off the man. "Thanks Ovan, I GOT THIS!" He quickly fired 2 Blizzard attacks and ran up to the red head and let out a barrage of 10 hits striking all around his body to try and break through his defense.

Fiora was hit by the combo, and lost her balance. She got back up and groaned, "So, you're the silent type, then..." Fiora muttered. "Guess I won't be getting any answers." She cast Cure on herself, then stabbed the boy in his stomach. I'm acting tough, but this guy's strong... I don't know how much longer I'll be able to make it, even with my magic.

"Hm?" Mes said, distracted from her inner thoughts. She saw Silver. "Oh, no." It was a weak lie, and she knew it. Mes turned back to the railing, trying to settle back into herself. She didn't really want to talk. Conversations never usually went her way. Most times, they would end with her having to do some sort of penance to make up for the "sins" she had caused. So instead, she just learned to shut up. Though, she had a feeling that the chef wouldn't back down so easy.

"Now look missy, I don't like being lied to, and I'm a old sailor, I can tell when I'm being lied to; it's plane as the sun on your face that yer lyin'." Silver responded. "He's your pal, I can tell you're at the least worried about him." Old Silver added, looking at the girl. "Don't let yerself get caught up in the past, that's not what he wanted, yer pal wanted you to live on and be able to see the stars!" Silver said, walking to Mes' side, making a wide gesture to her about the open space. Don't let it beat ya up, the kid's strong, most everyone I knew woulda been dead from a cut like that in the instant, but he's holding on well! Give yerself a minute to clear your head, the come down an see 'em. It'll make 'em happy if ya did." Silver added, giving her a light pat on the back before turning and walking away. "Jim, watch out for her and make sure she doesn't try something stupid." Silver whispered into the boy's ear quite quietly. Jim sighed and went to a barrel off to the side, then leaned on it, and Silver walked down the stairs.

 

Ovan thought:  Darn it.  I hoped that last move would finish him off.  He sees a column of fire heading towards himself.  He quickly casts Aero on himself and Brandon, then tries to roll out of the way.  But the column went on Ovan's back.  Whatever fire that was on it blew away thanks to Aero.  Despite what pain he felt, Ovan throws his keyblade toward the red-head as hard as he could.  If this didn't get the guy, Ovan hoped it would at least distract him so Brandon could finish him off.

 

 

With mop in hand(s), Detok swiped around the floor.  He focused where most of the blood was at, wiping off any that were on counters or tables with a cloth.  He puts the mop into the bucket, takes it out and moves about the floor.  Sighing, Detok thought:  This is a bit of a thing, laboring around as if I'm some sort of cabin boy.  But there's no use in complaining.

Silver walked down into the bottom hall, the floor was nearly clean, so was the table. "Boy, you're workin' too slow! If yer under my command, ye best be working harder than that!" Silver exclaimed, walking over to Detok. "So, how do you all know each-other...?" He inquired.

"The Keyblade..." The figure replied, continuing to lash out at Kyle. "Why do you have the weapon I once forged...?" The ancient-sounding voice replied. "You do not have the right to... Nor do you have the right to hold the final Key..."

 

Kyle was pulled backward as he cover himself of the attacks of the creature. This entity was strong indeed, something out of Kyle´s league... or anyone else... at least...by their own. "I don´t know what are you talking about! What is this place? What do you want?" Kyle asked as he dodged the slashes... he reached the crystal where Fiora were sleeping, as if he believed someone could hear him he shouted: "Hey you! please Wake up already!!" before being hit by a tentacle like. 

Edited April 13, 201411 yr by Daniel Black

Fiora was hit by the combo, and lost her balance. She got back up and groaned, "So, you're the silent type, then..." Fiora muttered. "Guess I won't be getting any answers." She cast Cure on herself, then stabbed the boy in his stomach. I'm acting tough, but this guy's strong... I don't know how much longer I'll be able to make it, even with my magic.

 

 

Brandon quickly got ready to try and finish off the man. "Thanks Ovan, I GOT THIS!" He quickly fired 2 Blizzard attacks and ran up to the red head and let out a barrage of 10 hits striking all around his body to try and break through his defense.

 

 

Ovan thought:  Darn it.  I hoped that last move would finish him off.  He sees a column of fire heading towards himself.  He quickly casts Aero on himself and Brandon, then tries to roll out of the way.  But the column went on Ovan's back.  Whatever fire that was on it blew away thanks to Aero.  Despite what pain he felt, Ovan throws his keyblade toward the red-head as hard as he could.  If this didn't get the guy, Ovan hoped it would at least distract him so Brandon could finish him off.

 

 

With mop in hand(s), Detok swiped around the floor.  He focused where most of the blood was at, wiping off any that were on counters or tables with a cloth.  He puts the mop into the bucket, takes it out and moves about the floor.  Sighing, Detok thought:  This is a bit of a thing, laboring around as if I'm some sort of cabin boy.  But there's no use in complaining.

 

 

Kyle was pulled backward as he cover himself of the attacks of the creature. This entity was strong indeed, something out of Kyle´s league... or anyone else... at least...by their own. "I don´t know what are you talking about! What is this place? What do you want?" Kyle asked as he dodged the slashes... he reached the crystal where Fiora were sleeping, as if he believed someone could hear him he shouted: "Hey you! please Wake up already!!" before being hit by a tentacle like. 

 

The boy fell back, but in that instant, he threw his Keyblade at Fiora as well, then got up and ran over to try and grab it again.

 

The red head deflected the shot from Ovan, barely, but it sent his weapons flying away as Brandon crashed into him with his blows. He staggered, coughed a little, then stood back up and brought his weapons back to him and flung them, again engulfed in flame, at Ovan.

 

"Do not dare try to fool me, wielder. You hold what which I once made for your kind..." The hollowed voice echoed out, striking again with it's tentacle-like appendages.

The boy fell back, but in that instant, he threw his Keyblade at Fiora as well, then got up and ran over to try and grab it again.

 

The red head deflected the shot from Ovan, barely, but it sent his weapons flying away as Brandon crashed into him with his blows. He staggered, coughed a little, then stood back up and brought his weapons back to him and flung them, again engulfed in flame, at Ovan.

 

"Do not dare try to fool me, wielder. You hold what which I once made for your kind..." The hollowed voice echoed out, striking again with it's tentacle-like appendages.

Fiora dodged the Keyblade, and slashed at the boy as he ran in her direction. "You're really starting to get on my nerves... Who are you, and where are my friends?" She nearly shouted in anger. "Where are we? What's going on?"

The boy fell back, but in that instant, he threw his Keyblade at Fiora as well, then got up and ran over to try and grab it again.

 

The red head deflected the shot from Ovan, barely, but it sent his weapons flying away as Brandon crashed into him with his blows. He staggered, coughed a little, then stood back up and brought his weapons back to him and flung them, again engulfed in flame, at Ovan.

 

"Do not dare try to fool me, wielder. You hold what which I once made for your kind..." The hollowed voice echoed out, striking again with it's tentacle-like appendages.

Brandon quickly saw the lit chakrams flying towards Ovan and quickly jumped in the way of them, deflecting one but getting hit in the side of the stomach by the other. "AAAAAH!" He quickly grasped his side. "Ovan, we have to end this quick. This guy is serious about killing us."

The boy fell back, but in that instant, he threw his Keyblade at Fiora as well, then got up and ran over to try and grab it again.

 

The red head deflected the shot from Ovan, barely, but it sent his weapons flying away as Brandon crashed into him with his blows. He staggered, coughed a little, then stood back up and brought his weapons back to him and flung them, again engulfed in flame, at Ovan.

 

"Do not dare try to fool me, wielder. You hold what which I once made for your kind..." The hollowed voice echoed out, striking again with it's tentacle-like appendages.

"EaRGGH!!!" Kyle cried as he was launched by that last hit a few meters away. He tried slowly to get up... "This ... thing is powerful...I can´t be here without doing nothing... I...." Kyle thought as he tryed to recover for the last attack... "I´m not fooling you! but I´m not standing here without doing nothing so now..." Kyle said while grabbing strong the keyblade, " Release my friends! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Kyle shouted as he moved fast to the creature, doing an horizontal slash on the tentacle, then avoiding one hit, doing another slash. 

"Aye aye sir."  Detok replied, hastening his cleaning performance.  When Silver asked him the question, he paused on what he was doing. He then pondered:  I best be cautious on what I say.  Don't want to risk starting anything.  Leaning on the counter, Detok responds:  "All three of us were living in the same manor after a 'problem' occurred at our home town."

 

 

Grunting angrily, Ovan calls back his keyblade and thinks:  This guy irritates me.  Watching the weapons coming towards himself, Ovan tries to guard, but couldn't keep his balance up.  He blinks when Brandon jumped in front and protected him.  When he got hit, Ovan shouted:  "Brandon!!"  Running up to his side and looking at Axel, Ovan says:  "I can see that!  But I don't know what else to do. Throwing back the guy one of his own weapons in a fast force was the best I could manage, and it still wasn't enough."

"Aye aye sir."  Detok replied, hastening his cleaning performance.  When Silver asked him the question, he paused on what he was doing. He then pondered:  I best be cautious on what I say.  Don't want to risk starting anything.  Leaning on the counter, Detok responds:  "All three of us were living in the same manor after a 'problem' occurred at our home town."

 

 

Grunting angrily, Ovan calls back his keyblade and thinks:  This guy irritates me.  Watching the weapons coming towards himself, Ovan tries to guard, but couldn't keep his balance up.  He blinks when Brandon jumped in front and protected him.  When he got hit, Ovan shouted:  "Brandon!!"  Running up to his side and looking at Axel, Ovan says:  "I can see that!  But I don't know what else to do. Throwing back the guy one of his own weapons in a fast force was the best I could manage, and it still wasn't enough."

"Then we have to think of a strategy to put him down." He said panting. "He's using mostly fire attacks, if we can get some good Blizzard shots in on him, then maybe we can beat him. I have an idea, you run up to him and try to fight him blade to his chakrams for a minute. In the meantime, ill get around him and hit him hard with some blizzard shots which he'll have a hard time blocking because he's dealing with you. Can you do that?" Brandon said. 

"Yeah, sure.  I'll give it a shot."  Ovan replied, with a little bit of enthusiasm.  Twirling his keyblade, Ovan clenches his left fist, like he was pumped up for the fight.  He starts dashing towards the red head, shouting:  "Hey ginger, show me what you got!"  Ovan starts off with casting aero on himself, going with a double diagonal slash, followed by three kicks and a left jab to the jaw.  Then he goes for a pounding slice, coming after it, going for a sweep and downward left hooks.  He continues with a jab thrust combo and a spinning left punch swing plus a midline slash.