Video Game: Kingdom Hearts SOS: The Road To Light

Raisor breathed heavily, finally finished with all the other heartless. With so many of them gone, Raisor was finally able to notice the other keyblade wielders fighting again the Behemoths, but Raisor was not sure what in the world was going on with the giant blob-of-a-behemoth that was rampaging around the area. In fact, he wasn't even sure if "Behemoth" was the right word for it. The thing was so large that it paled the other Behemoths in size, and it was more like a monster than anything else; and that was saying a lot when you were talking about heartless. Raisor figured the thing was about as big as three behemoths together, and that was not something he wanted to go against. In fact, he wasn't even sure how he'd manage to fight it. Following that train of thought, he figured it might be best to go against the normal behemoth that some of the others were fighting. If he was going to have to fight against that monstrosity, it was going to be dealt with last.

As Raisor was about to get moving, his legs buckled under him, and he fell face-first onto the ground. He grunted, and tried to move, but to no avail. His fingers were completely numb, and he couldn't even feel the keyblade that he was gripping right next to him. His legs were weak to, and Raisor wasn't even able to move them. He tried to move, but he was so weak that no part of his body wanted to listen to him. If he wasn't able to get up and help the others, what good of a keyblade wielder was he? The worst part was, since it looked like everyone else was over there, the South Side was the last place to deal with. Or at least, that's what Riasor could make out. From his position on the ground it looked like everyone was there, but since he couldn't see straight with his head sideways, it was a little tricky to count who was who. There had to be some way for Raisor to get up, but he couldn't think of it. He had been fighting on fumes for the past while, and taking on a giant Behemoth was not something that was going to make his day any better. Still, lying down on the job wasn't something he should have been doing, and he was not going to let the others do all the work while he was taking a moment to sun tan. Raisor tried to move his arms as hard as he could, and eventually, he managed to get them to move. His arms were completely shaky, and just getting them to move was hard enough. Once he got his body up and on to his legs, he wanted to fall back down and not move, but that wasn't going to be an option for him. As his legs shook like crazy, he managed to force his way back on to his feet, and prepared himself for a trip down the Highway to Hell; because this was most certainly going to be the most painful thing in his entire life. Well, next to a certain event in his past, but that wasn't something he should be worried about at this moment in time.

Raisor pushed his body forward, propelling himself with all of his weight and forcing his feet in front just so he wouldn't fall again. He got closer and closer to the Behemoth, and noticed that a few keyblade wielders he wasn't familiar with were fighting against the creature. One of them managed to knock it against the head, and as Raisor ran, he heard the creature bellow in pain, and then saw it launch a ball of dark energy, probably dark fire, at the keybladers. The best part was, the attack completely missed them and hit the other Behemoth-of-a-Behemoth in the back. Raisor almost burst out laughing, finding the attack more funny than it probably was. He almost felt bad for the giant behemoth, if not just because it still had to be around a smaller one that apparently didn't know how to aim, but then again, maybe some kind of dumb luck would happen and they could just kill themselves. Though, maybe that fantasy wasn't going to happen, since the other was about big enough to squash the other with a single stomp. Might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but Raisor really didn't care. He got closer to the Behemoth, and tried to figure out a way on top of the creature. Since there weren't any more heartless around for him to use, he decided the only way was the jump from the lowest point of the creature: the back. The problem was, he really didn't want to jump on the creature's bottom like that. Though having to choose between jumping on the creature's bottom and dealing with an excruciating amount of pain, he was kind of torn on which to choose. He bonked himself on the head, making sure not to think about something so stupid again, and took the leap at the Behemoth.

As Raisor figured, his leap didn't quite hit the mark. In fact, it completely missed. Raisor jumped at the same time that the Behemoth decided to move its back leg, and cause the body to move out of his jump, and Raisor was going to fall face-first on the ground...again. He was not going to let that happen, so he reached his arm out toward the other leg that was near him, and grabbed onto it. Considering that he wasn't expecting to actually get any grip, Raisor was surprised to find that when he grabbed his, he managed to keep himself from slamming on the ground. Granted, the distance wasn't anything like miles, maybe a few meters at best, but still, that would hurt nonetheless. Raisor took the chance to use his free arm and slam his keyblade deep into the heartless' leg, causing it to scream a little. Raisor tried to block out the sound, but that was much easier said than done. He pulled himself up on the keyblade, and using it as a support, jumped up on the creature's back. He quickly took the chance to go to its head and knock around on the horn. Slamming it left and right, Raisor continued attacking, and after his last attack, used his sliding dash attack, hitting the Behemoth's horn, and slid right off the head toward the ground. He hit the ground with his feet, and as he did, he felt a large amount of shock run through his legs and up his body. He kept in the scream of pain that was about to come out, and look at the heartless. At that point, he just realized the giant unibrow on its head, and couldn't help but gawk at the face. There was one thing Raisor knew: this Behemoth needed to go fast before anything weirder came up.

OOC: 1176 words, 30 exp (1340 total)
Behemoth (bertha) - 36

Spoiler: south side

Injured:
Bertha - (38/300)
Arma the Kingsmoth: 800/900

 

Stratos was now kind of screwed in this fight. He had no idea how he was going to deal with this next attack, as it was basically a rain of dark swords just sort of flying straight at him. So he tried to fly away from it, but that worked terribly. Instead, the keyglider ended up getting slammed a lot, in addition to the keyblade wielder himself getting cut up a fair amount from the attack. Each blade passed by him ended cutting through another part of his skin, and by the end of it, he looked rather worse for wear. To make matters worse, because his legs were shaking while he was up there, he had lost his balance far easier than he normally would have. Not that it really mattered at this point. The resulting damage that the attack had done to him had left him feeling absolutely drained. And so, he fell from the sky. There wasn't much he could do at this point, though he wasn't too high off the ground in the first place. Hitting the ground with a bit of a thud, Stratos could barely even move anymore. His body was covered in slash marks, and as a result his own blood.

He could barely lift his head up to see the behemoth turn away from him. Wait. What was going on here? While Stratos was absolutely terrified of the creature, he didn't understand what it was doing anymore. It had started to walk away from him, getting ready to deal with both Luna and Kel now, probably wanting to devour them as well. So that was it. Stratos was apparently so weak that the behemoth that ate other things to get stronger didn't even see him as worth eating. Almost as if the frail weak boy was nothing more than some sort of scraps that would get scraped off into the garbage. He banged his fist against the ground as tears started to fall from his face. Why was it that he was this weak? What kind of cruel joke of fate was this anyway? What sort of divine providence decided to give someone who had no sort of strength to speak of the responsibility and fate of saving other worlds and all those that lived within them? Stratos just didn't understand any of this. Picking himself up, he let out a scream mixed with terror, confusion, and anger directed at Arma the Kingsmoth. The behemoth then turned around and looked at the keyblade wielder.

It then suddenly roared out as a giant black fireball came sailing through the sky and pegged the thing. Arma seemed to be avidly ready to devour Bertha, adding to its behemoth kill count, only to suddenly have its attention snapped back to Stratos. Still yelling in the same manner as he had done previously, Stratos summoned his keyblade and then struck right at the behemoth. With cherry blossoms floating across the room, (actually...how filled with cherry blossoms was the room?) Stratos suddenly vanished from where he was, and reappeared on the other side behemoth. The attack was still incredibly wild, and thus the zantetsuken attack didn't seem to both Arma at all. Instead, it seemed to continue to not entirely care about the keyblade wielder. Creating more dark portals in the sky, it started to fire out not blades this time, but blunt weapons. Being unable to guard against a single one, the second he tried his keyblade went flying out of his hands, and more of the weapons hit him right in the gut. With the wind getting knocked out of him, Stratos went flying backwards, and was basically unable to do much in this situation. He had ended up having all of his emotions get the better of him, and so he ended up not waiting for his teammates to do anything that he could follow up on. Arma, not wanting to deal with him anymore, started to reach down towards Stratos, ready to end it.

OOC:
EXP Writer: 672 Words, 30 EXP
Total: 4950 EXP

Spoiler: South Side

Injured:
Bertha - (38/300)
Arma the Kingsmoth: 766/900

 

Disney Town

Cailyn had been waiting for Max to come back for not-to-long now. They had been fighting the heartless here, in DisneyTown. Some school-yard bully type- Pete and a bunch of his guards didn’t want them to interfere, but Cailyn and Max were clearly more competent and did such a better job. She twirled her curly brownish-golden hair in her fingers absentmindedly. She blue eyes were in a sort of daze as she waited for Max to return. She tapped her foot on the floor. She was so impatient, but when there were heartless about, waiting was not in her list of things to do. She was thinking about how she could have been making better use of her time, almost creating a mental list. She took a deep breath. “Relax.” She thought to herself. She rolled her eyes shortly after, her foot still tapping.

 

Kel's plan of grabbing Arma's attention had worked seeing as how the heartless was now lumbering towards him. Now he just needed to think of what to do next. Fortunately he had plenty reserves for for some back to back limit uses. If he could avoid it, Kel would prefer not to have to go up close and personal with the behemoth so long as the sludge was surrounding it. It seemed to have a mind of its own whose primary focus was to protect the rocky body of the behemoth as for its secondary purpose, well clearly it to devour judging by the look it was giving Kel. It was then that he noticed something or rather someone flying across the air. Somehow, Luna was flying towards Arma and collided into it, dealing a solid 1 point of damage to it. Fortunately for her, the speed that she was flying, which would likely point the finger at Karina being the one who threw her, and broke through the sludge. Causing her to crash head first into the rocky part underneath. Now from what Kel could tell, Luna was knocked out from the impact which was probably for the best for Arma had turned its attention towards her.

It was at that point that Kel had a realization. If this behemoth could could devour its own kind to gain an upgrade in what it could do. Then if it ate any of them, it would either gain a power boost, hp boost or ap and Kel hopped that ap was useless to behemoths. While Stratos was busy distracting the behemoth, okay trying not to be skewered by the thousands of blades being sent towards him. Kel sent out a fire spell towards the heartless. The blast exploded on its back and had again gained its attention. However what Kel didn't account for was the dark rifts that were aimed at Stratos being pointed towards him. To make matters worse, the unconscious Luna was also in the line of fire. Meaning if she wasn't moved out of the way she would pretty much be skewered to death. Everything seemed seemed to slow down purely for dramatic effect as Kel started to run towards where Luna was. The moment he picked her up and continued running, time went back to normal and it was pretty much raining blades behind him. One of which nicked his ankles, but Kel had almost reached his destination. a bookshelf. From his past experiences against the behemoths, those things were pretty sturdy so it would make a good cover so long as Kel and Stratos could keep Arma distracted. The blue haired wielder was just about to make it to the bookshelf when something stabbed him in the back. No it wasn't Luna waking up and stabbing Kel. He was literally stabbed in the back by one of the blades that Arma was throwing at him, which hurt like a bitch. The only good thing that came out of that was that went Kel had come crashing to the ground, it was conveniently behind the cover of the bookshelf. Well that and all the pain was helping him completely ignore the fear that he was feeling. Other than those benefits it was quite the Disney miracle that he wasn't coughing up any blood. Once the blade in his back had vanished, Kel slowly walked out from the cover of the bookshelf. Well this certainly wan't going to end well for him right now. He didn't have enough mp right now and if not for the fact that Stratos had took away the attention of Arma away from him, he'd be fucked to say the least.

OOC:
Words: 619
Exp: 30 Total: 948

Spoiler: South Side List

Injured:
Bertha - (38/300)
Arma the Kingsmoth: 722/900

 

It looked like both Heartless were weakening immensely. He could see it. He turned his head to see Ananta get ontop of the Heartless. he felt a pang of worry for her, but he knew that she could handle herself. He understood fully that now was not the best time to provoke her. He saw her start to sever its head, she looked particularly fired up and as uncomfortable as he was about it, he couldn't help but feel admiration for her great strength."Ananta, please be safe.."He prayed silently, then turned and breathed in, hurrying to the destroyed barrier to join Steel. When he arrived, his glance immediately went to the stoic wielder of shadows and he nodded twice."I have your back, it's your choice to have mine."He said, giving him a thumbs-up and a big smile. He turned to the Heartless and brandished his Keyblade, the Screamarch giving a resounding roar as it faced its new opponent, attempting to scare him, but Kross stood his ground, he wasn't about to back down. Kross swung his keyblade to the side and began the charge. Nimbly, he leaped on the Heartless's head and clung to it, bashing at its horn. The heartless roared its agony and tried to shake Kross off. Kross used the momentum to kick off the Behemoth's head and land in a roll, turning quickly to face the Screamarch."Steel! We're doing great! We need to hold them off until that mirror starts working, it's our only escape!" He shouted to the Ninja.

Spoiler: West Gate

Heartless injured
Screamarch: 38 BP

 

So, after everything that he'd gone through. Losing Paul, having the heartless trying to kill him, and having an epic confrontation with Bertha, people had decided to simply drop out of the sky and begin battling. Like, it wasn't even a "hey Glen we're going to assist you", no it was "this is our kill piss off" sort of vibe he was getting. To add to it, the three behemoths that had been left had fused into the most intimidating behemoth that Glen had ever seen. How behemoths fused through eating each others' hearts, he had no idea..especially considering that they were, you know, heartless, but that was besides the point. The fact of the matter was that there was a huuuuge behemoth to fight.

However, before he could get to that behemoth, to the overpowered Arma the Kingsmoth thing, he would have to take down Unibertha, his sworn enemy. Well, not as much take down as it was simply finishing the creature off. He may not have done a lot of the work to weaken the unibrowed behemoth, but if Karina and Luna thought they were going to get the last hit munny for finishing it off, then they had another thing coming. This was his kill, and his alone. "You kill stealing whores can back off now. This behemoth killed Paul, and has been a right pain in my ass this entire battle. This is my fight, and I don't need two girls weighing me down in it" he stated rather rudely, claiming the life of Unibertha and insulting them at the same time. Damn he was an *******, but what an amazing ******* he made.

Taking a step forward, Glen held out his left hand. In it materialised a kingdom key, which he intended on using to defeat his mighty opponent. However, because the rules say you're not allowed to have a keyblade equipped as a monk, a gigantic red X appeared over the keyblade, before an error sound could be heard, and it simply vanished in a small rectangular light. The young Monk's eyes widened as this, but he swiftly regained his composure. "You know what, I don't even need my keyblade to beat you!" he called out, showing off unnecessarily.

Running forward, Glen decided now was the best time to attack Unibertha. A string of almighty facial hair came flying at Glen from Unibertha's unibrow, but he stepped to the side to avoid it, not allowing himself to slow down as he continued racing at the same speed he'd been moving at until that point. There was no getting away though, as the warrior soon found out by the hair curving past him and blocking his path. Hitting it away with his bare hands, Glen then leaped up and into the air and came down landing on Unibertha's back, being somewhat thankful this wasn't a bipedal behemoth like the others had been.

Unibertha was making one last ditch effort to stop Glen in his tracks though. As Glen stopped moving in the centre of Bertha's back, two thick strands of facial hair shot straight at him. With seemingly no way out, there was only one solution to the problem at hand. He couldn't leap out of the way, for there would be no way back up without repeating the post again, and that wasn't allowed. He couldn't simply hit them out of the way either, they were far too thick for him to do that. So, he would have to go with plan C, which was by far the most epic one. Convenience at its finest.

As the two strands of facial hair hit Glen, he allowed them to wrap around both of his arms, where he began feeling a great force attempting to literally rip his arms off. That wasn't allowed, how was he meant to punch things if he had no arms and hands to hit them with? Closing his eyes in concentration, Glen began directing all his strength to his left and right arm. He was going to need every bit of it. With a huge groan of effort, Glen began pulling against the behemoth, and after a few moments of the most epic tug-of-war you've ever seen, he felt the strands give way as he literally ripped the strands of facial hair and the entire unibrow off of Bertha.

Hurling the unibrow to the ground, he leaped up into the air. His body immediately began glowing a bright yellow colour, indicating his trip around the sun. With a mighty cry of "**** the rules!" he flew straight downwards faster than superman himself, and slammed into Bertha with the force of the sun itself. Usually, this would cause his enemy to explode into little bits, but because KH is child-friendly, Bertha simply dissappeared into dark vapour, leaving Glen standing on the ground where it once was.

OOC: 38BP dealt to Bertha due to double BP
Bertha defeated
814 words, 30 exp awarded.
270 exp in total earned from exp writer.

Spoiler: South Side

Injured:
Arma the Kingsmoth: 722/900

 

The keyblade continued to saw down the Betonguemoth's neck. Somehow, this heartless was still alive and trying to roar. Something was keeping it alive, but Ananta knew that once she was done, she'd be able to finally rest. She'd finally be able to eat something. Probably something from that Break Time move she learned. That and Ananta was going to finally ask Steel, directly, why he was ignoring them. Maybe he'd listen to her. Maybe he'd just ignore her and move on. Either way, Ananta was not happy with Steel. She certainly could tell he wasn't happen with her either, but she didn't want to sit here and have a party member continue to use something like that and be stronger than her. It was way unfair. Not like she used her crystal for anything other than enhancing her abilities. The most recent time she used her crystal, she used it to heal her comrades. It was pretty dangerous using all her mana blindly, but she was safe as long as she regained more from attacking later on. At the moment, she had plenty of mana, so she knew exactly how she'd get rid of Steel's Behemoth. She was ready.

Poof, went the Betonguemoth as Ananta's keyblade finished ripping through it's neck. She fell to the ground and sat on her knees in the oozing darkness beneath her. It disappeared, evaporating beneath her, and she was left to sit on the cold floor. Not wasting any time, Ananta used her keyblade to get up. With the last bit of her energy, she moved to the Screamarch and glared at it. Atop were Kross and Steel. Instead of saying anything to them, she jumped up and stood beside them. "Scuse me." she said, grabbing Steel with one arm and Kross with the other. She jumped down off the Screamarch and pushed them away, turning back to the Screamarch and holding her hands out in front of her. Out of her hands erupted fire spells, ending in one huge blast at the Screamarch. The Behemoth screamed and roared in agony as it burned away, leaving nothing but dark ashes behind. Those too blew away and left nothing behind. Ananta lowered her hands and gasped, breathing heavily. She had done it. She finally finished this side. After all of that fighting against the heartless and amongst themselves, it was now over for them.

Except it really wasn't. They still had Steel to deal with. His entire behavior was quite uncalled for and Ananta wasn't going to just idly stand by while he continued his tirade of selfishness. Turning around, Ananta glared at him and poked his chest with an accusing finger. "What the heck is wrong with you, I mean, come on." she said, frowning at him, the energy drained from her face and eyes. Ananta looked rather sickly right now. She felt even worse. "This entire time, I was standing here thinking you were gonna help us. Ya helped us alright! Ya helped us by being an anti-social jerk!" she yelled at him, turning around and walking towards the wall. She had left her jacket there and she certainly wanted to get away from Steel a moment to think. As she returned, she put the jacket on, making sure the scar on her arm was covered. "I know we aren't the best of friends, but Steel, you don't have to act this way. We can be friends as long as you're willing to let us in. Tell us how you feel." she said, stepping back and sitting down. Beneath her, a vast meal appeared. Plenty of food that would sate the hunger of just about anyone.

OOC: DOUBLE BP...FUN TIME? (does it ever end?!)
Heartless Killed
Screamarch 0/300 (10 BP spent)
Betonguemoth 0/300 (28 BP spent)

Remaining
Behemoth: 0
Hook Bats: 0
Wyverns: 0
Air Pirates: 0
Air Battlers: 0
Air Knockers: 0
Rapid Thrusters: 0

WEST SIDE HAS BEEN CLEARED.
SOUTH SIDE IS THE FINAL SIDE.
HEAD OVER AND HELP, WEST SIDE.

EXP Writer Bonus
Ananta: 1667 EXP (30 this post)
Steel: 452 EXP
Rain: 74 EXP
Kross: 398 EXP

 

Despite the fact that Kel was still feeling the adrenaline due to being stabbed in the back, it didn't change his outward appearance in which you could clearly just how damaged his back was for started. There was a hole through his jacket and shirt where the blade had pierced him. As for the rest of him, there was this worn feel that could be seen. When he'd gotten back to facing the behemoth, he was glad to see that Karina had not only shown up, but the others were coming to help as well. "Don't worry, we can take it. just don't get eaten by it. Last thing we need is for it to get any more power than it already has." Due to Karina's last attack on the behemoth, it had turned its attention towards them and proceeded to again rain blades down upon them. He took this chance to move while his legs still responded to what he wanted them to do and ran forward. Doing what could easily be seen as suicide, especially in the current condition that he was in, he charged towards Arma. As cherry blossoms had started to fall from the sky, Kel had used Zantesuken to quickly slice through the left leg of the behemoth. Though it seemed that Zantesuken had taken more than energy to use this time for all of the remaining adrenaline that Kel could've use too move around was used in that one attack, leaving his legs with nothing but wear causing him to trip, fall and crash into a bookshelf. Not surprisingly, the bookshelf was perfectly fine. Kel on the other hand was anything but fine. His legs were nothing but jelly at this point, so he wouldn't be able to get back on his feet which was seriously a bad thing.

After some failed attempts at trying to move, the wielder eventually gave up and looked up, not only to see that Arma was approaching him, but reaching its behemoth hand out towards him. The look on the behemoths face seemed to be one of either admiration or anticipation. If it was admiration then it only meant Arma had seen him fitting enough to be the one one that he'd eat. and anticipation wasn't all that better for that too meant that had decided to eat him first. As the hand got closer and closer to him, there was a legitimate fearful expression on Kel's face. His injured back being against a bookshelf didn't seem to help the feeling at all. Right now he felt trapped, trapped like a rat who was a bout to be eaten by a mouse. However there actually was a small glimmer of hope for the blue haired wielder for the behemoth hand approaching him soon changed its appearance in his eyes. Instead of the sludge covered it, it became a giant sliver gauntlet that seemed to be radiating darkness. The mere sight of the gauntlet alone seemed to terrify Kel a lot more than Arma was. For moments later, a fearful scream sounded from his mouth and in a fit of pure terror, he quickly charged up another trip around the sun before slamming it against the hand. There was a brief roar from Arma as it pulled its hand back. Leaving the wide eyed Kel breathing heavily as things slowly returned to normal. Why? Why did that hand appear now of all times? That was the last thing that he ever wanted to see again. While this was how he truly felt, deep down he knew very well that that wouldn't happen and that he would actually have to face it again sooner or later.

OOC:
Words: 616
Exp: 30
Total: 978

Spoiler: South Side List

Injured:
Arma the Kingsmoth: 634/900

 

Steel sighed as he attempted in vain to block out all of what Ananta was broadcasting. But of course, that was easier said than done, because that would be ignoring her, and that was what she was upset about... even though she had ignored him first... which is what had made him upset... which is what pretty much caused this entire schism. He rolled his eyes as she tried to cut off the monsters head in an attempt to make herself "unforgettable." Because cutting off a monster's head wasn't all a cliche occurrence in the media. He paused for a moment to consider she might not have enough exposure to the media to be aware of that. He just shrugged it off. That wasn't really important right now. What was important was that he could do literally nothing to fix what had occurred, all for the simple reason that she wouldn't listen. When she asked him what was wrong, she had just pounded away on the barrier without bothering to listen to him begin his explanation. She would much rather he push aside such transient things as physical limitations, and do something that involved her, like, congratulate her on a job well done, or scream at her. She would even go so far as to focus on the negative fact that he had been angry, than the positive of that he had been trying to stop being angry.

In short, her loyalty to friendship was diligent to the fault of being selfish. It blinded her to the facts around her and pushed others farther away. In fact, she wanted him to apologize to her and regret things he never would have done had she given him a choice in the matter, it wasn't about how he had felt when he first acted anymore. He was sad for her; she had told him about her problems at home and with her family, and he wished he could do something, but behind every one of his actions she now saw only spite and hatred. So there was absolutely nothing he could do until she took the same initiative to cool off that he had. As the Screamarch had rose up behind him, he managed to push the last of the distracting thoughts out of his head and turned to face the beast. A deep rumble resonated through it as it glared down at him with its large yellow eyes.

In a complete turn of events, Kross came out of nowhere and started bashing on the Screamarch's horn. He might've been upset if Kross wasn't being so supportive and cheerful; his contrasting lack of pointless anger comforted Steel. He was just about to finish the creature off when Ananta rudely pushed him and Kross out of the way... and he had such a fun gag planned too. Now however, the Screamarch was destroyed and Steel had to repress the crushing wieght in his chest that was coming into existence as the light faded. Its opportune moment gone, the light faded back into a gauntlet on his arm. Though he didn't know exactly what had almost occurred, Steel was certain it was going to be important, and now he'd never know. His thoughts were interrupted and he stumbled back a bit as Ananta furiously poked his chest. Having had his life force practically shattered by the angry girl in front of him coupled with the fact that some sort of awakening had just be forcefully repressed through intervention, Steel was pretty dang weak at the moment. Ananta didn't look much better, but she still had plenty enough energy to be angry and accuse him of ignoring her.

He honestly didn't know what to do with her: walking away wouldn't solve anything, but neither would talking. She had after all proven that she was more willing to talk than listen, and he likely wouldn't get more than half a sentence in before she decided his logic was flawed and go on about how stupid he was. He brought his hand up to his face, closing his eyes and slowing his breathing. What could he actually do here? There seemed to be almost nothing. But he had to try. He looked up at the girl in front of him as she summoned a giant pile of food and told him to "tell them how he felt." He rolled his eyes at that. How was it that he could even feel anything right now. His thoughts wandered back to his earlier realization from what felt like was weeks ago, though it had only been less a day or two since they left Beast's Castle.

He shook his head and listed the facts: They were in the middle of a war-like battle, Aura was messing around, his gag had been stopped, his resolve had gotten him nowhere, and the girl in front of him was angry for almost no reason. "If I can't even save one person..." He thought to himself. "...Who can I save?" He scowled and turned away from Ananta. "I was trying to redirect pointless negative thoughts to focus on the goal. I'm sorry I didn't get your permission, and I'm sorry I didn't speak fast enough before you started pounding on my freakin' life force. "I'm sorry you misinterpreted gaps in my speech as selective ignorance, and i'm sorry that i'm not perfect. I told you the conditions to raise the barrier, and you ignored me; so that makes me some kind of idiot?" He shook his head with a sad look. "The fact is that you didn't trust me to do the smallest of things by myself, and that is the entire reason we're even still standing here instead of helping the others already." He began walking towards the somewhat distant fight between the others and a rather large Behemoth. "I'm going to finish this fight, because that's all i've really been trying to do; as originally promised, we will continue this conversation when the world isn't crumbling to pieces around us."

Steel ended the conversation like that: his calm demeanor had never once broken. The fact was, he simply wasn't mad anymore: just frustrated that they were having this argument in the first place. He casually walked up to the "Kingsmoth" with his keyblades gripped tight in his hands. As a dark sword hurtled toward him, and he thought back to the pain he had felt when Ananta had shattered his barrier. In an instant, his Umbrella was piercing the sword through the middle. The Kingsmoth visibly winced at the swords' destruction. Steel smirked. "Put something of yourself in there, did you?" He took the moment to throw both of his keyblades at the monster's horn.

OOC:
Words: 1125
EXP. (Post): 30 (MAX)
EXP. (Total): 482
42 BP Spent on Kingsmoth

Bonus note: Steel's keyblades are temporarily up for grabs to anyone who wants to do a combo with him.

 

Stratos had continued lying there, unable to even move at this point anymore. It wasn't so much as though he were waiting for Arma to just end it all, but there was little he could do to counter that inevitability. Thankfully, there were others who could. Kel had managed to draw the attention to himself, causing Arma to stop entirely caring about Stratos. The behemoth then seemed to rain down blades on the blue haired keyblade wielder, while he started running the hell away, only to get skewered through by one of the blades. That was bad, it was even worse as the being seemed to close in on him and almost devoured him, only to get hit away by another trip around the sun. Stratos wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do, though, in order to help Kel. There was nothing he could do at this moment, and it was maddening to him. How could this be happening. How could they not actually beat this last behemoth. Why was it so frighteningly strong that all he could do was tremble and nearly die from it. While he was pondering these thoughts, his focus was then brought over to see something amazing happen.

Of course, how could he have been so stupid this entire time. Stratos knew now, he was one hundred percent convinced that there was nothing he could do to beat this behemoth. But the others, they were a completely different story. He watched as Karina came in and started to beat down on Arm the Kingsmoth, striking it down with all of her Karina like might. It was then that others had come in to join the fight as well. The entirety of west side, that being Ananta, Steel, and uh...two others he didn't really know. He was pretty sure one of them was Kross...but the other person had actually seemingly come out of nowhere. Whatever! They seemed ready and willing to take on the titanic behemoth, and so Stratos couldn't just sit, or rather, lay back and do nothing while all of this went on. As Steel had managed to start fighting the behemoth himself, Stratos tried to muster all of his strength to push himself up. It was pretty bad, but he had to at least contribute to this fight in some way that wasn't just dying. He had to help everyone, even if it was just in a little way.

It was then that he saw something horrifying happen. Karina had decided to go mono e mono against the behemoth. It was a reckless attack, it was actually completely stupid to think that a head on assault would even begin to work against it, but he knew what she must have been feeling, as he had lost to his emotions literally a few seconds ago. As the behemoth seemed to beat her in a sword fight, it finally finished the keyblade wielder off with a blast of dark energy. Stratos watched as she fell, unable to do anything to stop the fall from happening. As she hit the ground, he suddenly realized just how little the behemoth mattered to him right now. He had vowed to make sure she lived through this fight, and so that's what he was going to do. As he picked himself up off the ground, he kept a shaky balance standing up, and then looked to her. The behemoth seemed ready to devour her, so he would just have to be faster than it. Cherry blossoms falling once more, through his blurry fatigued vision and knew just where to go. He had abused this technique far too much, but no matter the cost of his own body, he would save someone else. And so, he vanished from sight, as did Karina. The both of them seemed to end up far and away from the slightly confused Arma the Kingsmoth. Too far for him to bother with either of them at the moment. Stratos had essentially dragged her away from the fight, but it was the best he could really do. He then turned back to the behemoth, and now having the only thing he needed to do being kill it. And so he started to shakily hobble his way over to it.

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EXP Writer: 717 Words, 30 EXP
Total: 4980 EXP

Spoiler: Arma the Kingsmoth 514/900

Were you expecting me to repeat myself?

 

Raisor watched as the keybladers fought against the giant Behemoth, with all of them being pushed back by the beast. They were landing hits on the creature, but every time they managed to get one in, the creature countered with something stronger and sent them back. He could only stand still as one of the keybladers, who he didn't recognize from his distance, fall toward the ground. He tried to move his legs to help her, but couldn't and she hit the ground, right on her head. He wasn't sure how she was going to feel after that, but he knew it was definitely going to need to be looked at after this fight. Slamming the ground from that height on your head will cause anyone problems in the future. After that, he noticed another keyblader go and rescue her, then completely disappear from sight. He wasn't sure how it was managed, but at least they were safe from harm. Now Raisor needed to get up and hit this creature himself. Maybe if he hadn't left the Behemoths be for last, this thing wouldn't have happening, but saying thinking about things that weren't going to change wasn't going to help anyone, and he needed to just deal with what was in front of him.

He tried to figure out exactly how he was going to attack the horn, and the best way he could think of was his keyblade glider. He noticed some of the other fighters using theirs, but the problem was that Raisor was so weak right now he doubted that he could manage bringing his out for even a second. The best he could manage was using his Fire spell, however, he wasn't even going to try it at this distance, since he was sure if he cast it at that monster, it was just going to rub it off as a bug bite, then send Raisor packing home. He was not going to let that happen, so he tried to figure out another way on top. There were book cases around them, sure, but none of them seemed big enough to use to get on, and he couldn't just use his keyblade as a jumping pole like with the last one that he attacked. Raisor needed a way to sneak up on the creature and get his attack in and get out of Dodge right after. There was one technique that Raisor could try to damage the Behemoth, but he had only started working on it a little while ago during his training in the Great Hall, and even then, he was so weak that he wasn't sure it would work. Still, in this case, it was better for him to try it and see how it went then do nothing at all.

Raisor ran up toward the creature, and as it was busy attacking the other keybladers, Raisor gripped his own keyblade. He was praying that his aim wasn't going to die on him, considering how shaky his arms were right now, but if he couldn't damage it, maybe he could at least distract the creature for someone else to hit it. Realizing he was procrastinating in his own head, Raisor grit his teeth and took a deep breath, then slapped himself on the arm. It was painful, but it was also his way to get himself back to reality, and deal with the consequences of what he was about to do. He had been fighting heartless for a while now, so it should not be a big deal whether or not he couldn't beat this himself. Taking his chances, he got in front of the creature, and threw his arm back.

"Hey ugly! How about you come get some of me!?" Raisor tossed his keyblade forward, aiming right for the horn.

Luckily, his aim was just fine, and the Keyblade hit the horn smack dab in the middle. As Raisor figured, the large Behemoth noticed him, and growled. Raisor actually got a bit annoyed, since the best he could manage out of the creature was a growl, and now he really wanted to damage it. In a second, a bunch of dark orbs started to appear, and started flying at Raisor. Raisor quickly got his feet moving, and dodged some of the attacks. In the middle of the barrage, Raisor summoned his keyblade back to his hand, and in the middle of a strike between the orbs, Raisor sent the keyblade spinning straight for the horn again. After the second hit, the keyblade went back to Raisor, and he prepared for a third hit. He sent his keyblade flying, but lost focus of his surroundings. Some of the dark orbs flew right into his leg as he launched the keyblade, and he dropped to the floor. Raisor looked up and saw the creature glaring at him now, seemingly only focus on him like a predator stalking its prey. The Behemoth sent a volley of dark orbs flying at Raisor, and Raisor summoned back his keyblade. He put up his guard as best as he could, considering he was down on one knee from the last attack, and guarded against the barrage. He got hit in his shoulders and legs, but covered most of his body. The problem was, he was pinned down, and needed someone to get him out of the mess he put himself in, or he was going to go out like a light any second.

OOC: 914 words, 30 exp (1370 total)

Spoiler: South Side

Arma the Kingsmoth 478/900

 

"I think he just called you a girl" Karina said with an almost friendly chuckle. Was she...warming up to him? That was something unexpected. "I could see that" She continued. With a worried look on his face, he pulled out the front of his pants and looked down them. With a sigh of relief that was in fact not a girl, Beuce continued on with the situation at hand. Beuce was glad that Bertha was through with. Now, there was nothing else for Arma to eat. Arma was the last of the heartless in all the library, and it was time they ended this mission once and for all. Stratos was evidently not faring all too well against the Kingsmoth, nor was Kel. However, now they had backup. Every other side had finished, and they now had the entirety of the wielders helping to combat Arma. Karina took off before he did, racing forward to fight it. She didn't seem to be doing badly until Arma decided to swat her away. In a fit of anger, she lost all sense of reason, and paid the price for it. "Karina!" He yelled as his comrade was knocked out. Luckily enough, Stratos had recovered himself and was able to come to the girl's rescue. He Zantetsuken'd her out of harm's way. Approaching him, he put a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Stratos...I think you've found something you didn't have back in Camelot. You've realized why you do it. You have a reason to fight. Bloodshed is the only thing I've ever known. My world was torn to pieces by a war over nothing." Beuce raised his keyblade in front of him, staring at it. He raised his head, staring at the behemoth. The look on his face wasn't one of fear, but a look of determination. Before, he'd been afraid of this as much as anyone else, believing the situation to be hopeless. But now, he saw the King Behemoth as nothing more than another block in his bloody path. "But this one is different. I also now know why i fight!" Once again, the bright red aura surrounded Beuce, gather up his inner power. At the same time, he called upon aid from a tie in his heart. Glimmers of blue light began sparkling throughout the area, and collected to form a familiar old lady.

"I can see you need this power to help you fight, just make sure you use it wisely." She cautioned before waving her wand and bringing forth once more a pink and purple grinning cat.

"Oh? You need my help again? You mu-" The cat stopped as Beuce raised his fist into the air, now fully in his soldier form. The expression on his face was clear. There was no need for words, he only needed the cat's power, and he demanded to have such. For once, the Cheshire cat was silent. He only accept the power Beuce's heart had built up by raking his claws along Beuce's arm, drawing blood. The eerie purple glow once again surrounded the area, and the pink markings appeared around Beuce's body again. Both the soldier and mad world had given him incredible power. If one were to combine the two...The eyes of this form seemed to be changing constantly, floating between a bright blue and pink. With this absurd rise in power from his natural state, Arma immediately turned onto him, ready to devour his heart. Firing the rains of dark weapons at Beuce, the behemoth assumed that he would be no threat to him, same as the others were. Ordinarily, he would be right. However, hurting Karina was one of the worst moves he could have made. An image of a stop watch appeared behind him, with the hands spinning at incredible speeds. Where he had been, and where the weapons were aimed, there was nothing in an instant. Beuce was right on top of Arma, moving at Mach speeds. Swinging the black blade in his hands, he struck Arma's right cheek with unimaginable force, leaving a trail of his physical energy visible where he attacked. The force behind the attack was great enough that it actually knocked Arma off its feet. As it rose back up in anger, it had a visibly puffy cheek.

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Arma the Kingsmoth 436/900

 

Stratos wasn't entirely sure if he could continue on with this fight. But he had to make sure that no one died here. That was, ultimately his role in this fight. If he couldn't at least support everyone else, then there was virtually nothing he was capable of. As he hobbled and limped his battered and lacerated body over to where the others were. He couldn't entirely see straight at the moment, and so was nearly taken off balance when Beuce put a hand on him. The man then went to tell him that the both of them had found their own reasons to fight, and that Beuce's only kind of fight thus far was just senseless bloodshed. He didn't quite understand the meaning behind his words, but he could tell that they at least held weight behind them. He watched as Beuce did something pretty interesting. As he magiced into his soldier uniform, some weird devilish purple/pink cat was summoned out by a blue fairy. The cat then raked its claws across his arms and Stratos suddenly saw something extremely familiar. The giant purple hue that had been around the room wayyyyyy at the beginning was back again. So that was its source.

He then watched as Beuce went in, and with something that was like brute force and style combined. As he managed to hit away the behemoth, thus saving Raisor from his near death via behemoth, Arma the Kingsmoth now was flaunting around a puffy cheek. Well that certainly seemed to stand out. It was then that Stratos had to actually think about what he was going to do here. He had one mp to use, and basically nothing he could do of note on one mp. He was pretty badly beaten and physically exerting himself was, a, not something he was usually good at anyway and, b, was just asking for him to get killed. There had to be something he could do here to get rid of some of the pressure off the others. While trying to act as a decoy did cross his mind, he realized just how dumb of an idea that would be. First of all, he had no stamina to be running around dodging all the **** that Arma could do, and secondly, he had already tried that and failed miserably. Though, maybe he didn't have to be the distraction himself.

Looking around, he quickly started to limp his way over towards a book shelf in which he then realized that he still probably didn't have enough Mp to make this a good enough distraction. And so he improved. Taking a book out of the shelf, he did the most random thing someone could think of in this battle. He started beating up the book with his keyblade. While this looked like it had virtually no meaning behind it whatsoever, other than maybe screw literacy, Stratos had then managed to pound about three books into oblivion. Now he was good to go. He looked to the book shelf he had just been beating books off of, and then cast gravity on it. With the book shelf now suspended in mid air, Stratos then hit it with fire, igniting it, and then slammed his keyblade against it, sending the pseudo weightless object hurtling towards Arma. The behemoth's attention was then turned from who it was trying to eat to the giant flaming book case coming at it. Arma didn't seem to mind it whatsoever, as he simply summoned a blade that fired straight through it. However, as the wreckage broke, flaming books and papers were flying at him distracting him by basically getting in his way.

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EXP Writer: 615 Words, 30 EXP
Total: 5010 EXP

Spoiler: Arma the Kingsmoth 402/900

Filler

 

Raisor clung to his keyblade with his head down. His whole body was sore, and the dark orbs that had slammed against him left bruises all over, making it look like he got in a fight with another one thousand heartless all on his own. He wasn't sure how they were going to beat this thing, but it had to be done, and there was no way around that. Raisor wanted to fall down so much from the barrage of attacks a second ago, and his whole body stung like crazy. Even the attacks he dealt with before this monster didn't add up to the pain he was feeling now. Just moving felt like lightning shooting through his arms and legs. He wished he had a cure spell to use, but unfortunately, he was never good at using magic, either with the keyblade, or on his home world. Kind of ironic, considering his family's lineage. Though, that was why he struggled to learn how to use a sword, or in this case a keyblade, and make up for his lack of magical talent. That's why he gave up the Path of the Mystic as well. Since he wasn't good with magic in the first place, he wasn't going to worry about it in the end. He's managed to make do with what he's able at this point ,and there was no worrying about what he couldn't do. In this fight, he needed to make do with his assets, and that what his physical strength. Though that was a lot easier said then done, since his strength was pretty weary. He needed a nice soft bed at this point in time, and if he didn't get one, he was going to fall on the ground. Maybe he could use some of the books as a pillow. He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts straight. If his mind was wandering so much, he needed to keep it busy by keeping his body moving and fighting.

Raisor pushed his body up off the ground, and watched as a bunch of flying, flaming books were sent hurtling toward the Behemoth. As they flew, the Behemoth shot its own fire at the shelf and books, though that just led to a bunch of more, smaller objects flying its way. He was not really looking forward to taking on the beast head-on, but those flying books gave him an idea. A dumb idea, sure, but maybe it was just the distraction he needed, or at the very least, something else along those lines.

He ran toward the nearest bookshelf which had the most books, and knocked it down with his keyblade. All of the books tumbled out on the ground, and the whole case shattered as it slammed on the ground. Raisor hoped this hall had warranty on all of its items, because it was most certainly going to lose a good chunk of its collection. He grabbed the thickest book he could find, which was strangely enough titled "The Book of Large Items". Raisor didn't want to know why such a book existed, but he really didn't care. All he knew was it was large, and he was taking it. He grabbed the book in his free hand, and got ready to test his idea. He slammed his keyblade straight on the ground, and knocked some of the books in the air. Using his keyblade, he swatted them at the Behemoth. They weren't on fire, like the other ones that were flying at its face were, but they didn't need to be. He just needed to make sure they got its attention...somewhat.

Indeed they did though, because Raisor accidentally sent a book flying right into the Behemoth's eye, and no matter how big and scary you were, nothing hitting the eye was pleasant. The Behemoth prepared more of its dark orbs to attack Raisor, and Raisor slammed his keyblade back on the ground. As the orbs shot straight for him, Raisor cast his fire spell under all of the books he was standing next to, and blast them into the air. Some of the burned, but his plan worked, again, somewhat. The books in the air blocked some of the orb attacks, and Raisor managed to fend off the orbs that got through with his keyblade. He kept his large book in his other hand, waiting for the moment he could use it, and kept blasting up books in the air to block the orbs. Eventually the Behemoth stopped shooting its orbs, and summoned swords out of thin air. Raisor noticed this attack earlier, and was the reason he picked up the giant book. As the swords flew toward Raisor, he flung the book out in front of him, grabbing it with both hands, and blocked each of the swords that came near him. He let some of the swords hit him on the outside, but the ones that were aimed for his chest and other main areas he blocked. Eventually his big giant book turned into a pincushion, and one more sword hit the book; this was the last straw it seemed, because the sword poked through the back of the book, and Raisor sucked in his gut. The sword came inches from his chest, and he figured his makeshift shield lasted long enough.

The Behemoth stopped with the swords, apparently annoyed, and lifted up one of its hands, and tried to slam Raisor. Dodge rolling out of the way, Raisor tossed the now-pincushion book at the heartless, and yet again, hit the creature in the eye. Luckily, and maybe not so luckily, the end with the sword point hit the eye, and the Behemoth screamed in pain. At last Raisor managed to damage it again, but it was not in the way he was aiming for. The creature swung its giant hand sideways at Raisor, and Raisor had no way to dodge. He put up his guard as best he could, but the creature knocked him aside like a fly, and Raisor got sent flying into another bookshelf. He hit the ground hard, and gasped for breath, not enjoying the excruciating pain that got sent through his body. It felt as if a giant boulder hit him, and he was sure a few bones had broken from the attack.


OOC: 1059 words, 30 exp (1400 total)

Spoiler: south side

Arma the Kingsmoth 366/900

 

It was a slow process, but Kel had eventually managed to get back on his feet with the aid on the bookshelf behind him. The fearful expression was still plastered on his face. Arma seemed to continue to swap from being a sludge behemoth to being a mass of silver armor. A deep breath was exhaled from Kel's lips as he started to make his way off of the bookshelf. The sooner that this behemoth could be defeated, the sooner than he'd stop seeing these images in his head. Making the fact that another side had finished all the better for this cause. His steps forward were slow and pretty much a product of his will, which was one of the few parts of Kel not shaken up right now. The repeated injuries to his back and lack of healing were also taking a toll on his body. If it was an arm or a leg that was experiencing this pain then dealing with it would be no problem. But considering how it was the back, which was connected to the limbs that he'd wish were injured instead. All he could do was to hope that either someone would heal him.

During the time that Kel had spent trying to get back on his feet, Arma had been preoccupied in dealing with the other wielder that had shown up to defeat it. Karina had been the first person to step forward and face the behemoth and in the end she was knocked unconscious by the behemoth. If not for Stratos moving her out of the battlefield, things could've gone horribly wrong for them. Next up to bat was Beuce, who through the aid of the Cheshire cat and his soldier job, had gain another burst of power that he used to injure the behemoth. Arma was certainly taking some damage now and hopefully that how things would stay so long as they could keep up the onslaught that they were delivering to the heartless. And Kel wasn't doing much to help contribute to all this. He was in prime range to fire off a spell towards the behemoth and he'd just stood there doing nothing. What he'd just gone through was still having a small effect on him, but it was enough actually keep him form acting against the Behemoth. He was going to have to change that, so focusing his will on his desire to do something other than be fearful of th behemoth, he threw his keyblade at the heartless, aimed specifically at the puffy cheek.

That had successfully its job in getting the attention of the behemoth and before it could start firing anything towards Kel, he'd turned his keyblade into a glider and got on. He then proceeded to fly in the air around Arma and caught his keyblade when it had returned to his hand. The usual attention grabbing part of what he'd been doing was done, so now came the damage dealing part. If he could deal one of hit on the behemoth, then he would be able to heal himself with his own cure. Thus putting him in a better fighting condition than what he was in now. Still that plan of his could easily be foiled if he were to get hit again by an attack from Arma, so he would have to be careful about that much. He'd looped around Arma's head for a second time, dodging whatever projectiles were sent his direction as he again used Strike Raid on the behemoth. The attack nailed the behemoth on the head, which also helped Kel recover enough mp to heal himself.

Words: 609
Exp: 30
Total: 1008
Arma: 322/900

 

Things kept getting worse and worse for everyone. Stratos was injured as hell and Glen had no idea how he'd held out this long, considering he was using Zantetsuken over and over again with little to no strength stat. I mean, that had to take it out of you at the best of times, let alone when you use it five thousand times in one battle. Then there was Kel, who had literally been stabbed in the back by Arma. That annoyed Glen more than a little, viewing Kel as almost a friend, but there was worse going on in the battle. There was also Raisor, another person Glen saw as almost a friend, who had been kicked around like he was some lifelike ragdoll to Arma. Beuce seemed the least injured out of everyone, but even he was looking like the fight in him wasn't going to last forever. And lastly, there was Karina.

Karina, who was probably the strongest out of all of them there. Karina, who had been swatted out of the air like she was nothing. He himself had beaten Karina in a fight, but had he tried to fight her head on instead of wasting her energy with countless gravity spells, he likely wouldn't even be standing anymore. Truth be told, Glen didn't dislike Karina at all. In the moments where Karina was full of self doubt and almost like she was ready to give up, it reminded Glen of himself a lot. He got like that quite often when he wasn't trying his best to be cheerful. So, when Arma completely knocked out Karina, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Unlike the others, Glen didn't have many injuries. Using natural agility, he had been able to avoid many of the attacks from the heartless, and when he did get hit it had been from the smaller heartless, nothing like the behemoths or the kingsmoth that stood before him. That made him the ideal person to take down Arma.

If he couldn't take down Arma, he could at least help get it weak enough that the others could finish the foe off. Shoving his hands into his left pocket, he fumbled around a little before his hand found what it was looking for. Pulling his hand out, he held in his hand a scarf. It wasn't anything of magical proportions, it really was just a plain scarf, but it held great sentimental value. The scarf was the last thing he had been given by his father, as motivation to continue his training. The entire time, Glen had been joking around, passing off everything as a joke. And look where it had gotten him. Nowhere, and all it had managed to accomplish was getting the others hurt. Had he been not showing off, not constantly trying to make everything about him, perhaps they would be in better shape to fight the Kingsmoth. But they weren't, and he took all the blame. Wrapping the scarf around his neck tightly, he stepped forward and reverted back to his regular form. Summoning the oathkeeper keyblade in his left hand, he was now ready to fight.

First thing's first, recovery. Beuce and Kel seemed injured but Raisor looked to be by far suffering the most. Racing over to him, Glen held out the keyblade above him as it began to glow green at the end, indicating the use of cure. After a few moments, the healing magic made its way into Raisor's body. Whether it mended his broken bones or not, there was no way for anyone but Raisor to tell, but Glen had tried. Then, the boy turned around and looked at the kingsmoth before them. It was a truly intimidating sight, of that there was no doubt. This behemoth towered over them and would have towered over the rest of the behemoths if there were any left. However, it was the last heartless left. The smaller ones and other behemoths had been taken out, something Glen was very thankful of given how powerful this new foe seemed to be. However, it had attacked Glen's comrades, even gone so far as to KO Karina, so it had to be taken out and fast.

Stepping over near to Beuce now, Glen was ready to begin the next attack. "Hey Beuce, you're ridiculously annoying, and you take things less seriously than I do for the most part. Personality-wise, I really dislike you, but in terms of fighting...well, you're not half bad" Glen stated, coming as close to complimenting Beuce as he could bring himself to. "I'm sure you don't need to be told, but Karina's kinda messed up, and if we don't bring this thing down now, more are going to join her. This one time, I'm willing to put aside our differences and kick some ass with you, sound good?" Glen asked. It was less of a question, and more of his way of telling Beuce to step up his assault even more. He knew Beuce was pulling no punches against the behemoth, but he honestly thought he could do more. He hadn't seen Beuce fight much, but he had faith that somewhere inside of his head was a tactical genius hamster, and it needed to get back on the wheel.

Not a man of pure talk, Glen was going to fight alongside everyone. This wasn't just his fight, this was all of theirs. Rushing forward, he leaped up into the air and was about to strike out with his keyblade, but Arma was too fast. As the strike towards Glen in mid-air came towards him, the keyslinger braced himself for the impact as best as it could. However, it never came. The Cheshire Cat, deciding to surprisingly be useful for once, had frozen Glen in mid-air in a golden, statue-like state. In this state, Glen couldn't be hurt in any way, but he couldn't attack or make any sort of movement either. Those two seconds were the longest of Glen's life, but once they wore off his attack continued. With a newfound power, the keyblade wielder's keyblade glowed a dark orange colour and powerful flames appeared along the weapon, before Glen slammed his keyblade into Arma's side, using his Flame Strike ability and hopefully doing some damage to the enemy, and with luck, ending the fight. But we all know that won't happen.

OOC: 1068 words (had to edit to beat Raisor)
30 exp awarded
Total exp from exp writer: 300
Arma: 282/900

 

Stratos was now on his way to try and find some sort of other abstract means of injuring the heartless. It was getting pretty difficult to do anything at all, but he had come too far to just pass out and let the fight end now. He was glad, however, as everyone seemed to be working together to take this behemoth down. All as one large, albeit really disorganized, team. Stratos had continued to watch as the other members of the team had done their fair share. There was Raisor, the guy he knew literally nothing about who had done a strategy similar to his in terms of lobbing books at Arma. Then there was Kel who had attacked it by throwing his keyblade at it, getting on his keyglider...somehow catching his keyblade again, and then throwing strike raid at it once more. The last one up to do something was Glen. The guy pulled out a scarf that he had had this entire time, and then decided to start going in on this fight. After watching Glen hit Arma the Kingsmoth and go untargetable for a bit, Stratos realized that he had to keep looking for things to do.

The first thing in order was making sure that everyone would be fully functional and ready to keep going. They were going full force against this thing, and they needed all the sustain they could get. But Stratos's only real means of gaining mp right now was beating up books, and that was annoying. He needed a bigger thing to beat up in order to keep a constant stream of mp up. It was then that he looked and saw something. Something that had been cleaved since the very beginning of the fight.. Stratos took his battered body as fast as it could go to the mother of objects that he could get mp off of and feel only slight remorse doing so. It was Seiza's broken telescope. Taking spell binder he started to do something that would look about as productive as beating up books, and that was whacking the broken telescope every which way he could. Every interval of three mp that he gained he would cast cure on a person and then immediately put aero on them. Despite being out of commission, or rather because of that, the first target was Karina to make sure that she did not die from a stray attack or something.

Next was Raisor, who seemed to be in some pretty terrible shape himself. Next was Kel, then Beuce. Afterwards west side got curing and aeroing and finally Glen was the last to be hit by this support combination. However, after going through a full cycle of this, Stratos collapsed down for a moment, completely out of breath. He was in no condition to be doing this, and just the act of it made him see spots in his vision. Not to mention his arms felt like they were going to fall off at any given moment. He was gasping for air while he laid against the beaten up telescope, and then looked toward the fight going on with Arma. The time for rest would come after this heartless died, not now and not even a little before. Probably directly after, but he hoped he would be able to at least go for a bit longer before that happened. And so, Stratos picked himself, using the telescope that he had just beaten up as a support, pointed his keyblade at Arma, and cast fire from it. As the fireball connected with the large scale behemoth, he could see that it was starting to weaken, and the group was getting close to ending this.

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Spoiler: Arma the Kingsmoth 248/900

The king gets his own spoiler.