Video Game: Kingdom Hearts SOS: The Road To Light

Steel didn't wait for Karina to be done with Llama head: He raced in after her wielding Umbrella. True, it was a generally weak keyblade, but he could still do a good amount of damage. While she attacked the horn, he sliced through a few more of the dark weapons that the Kingsmoth had created. As he sliced through a sword that had been giving him a particularly large amount of trouble when he heard the impact of a body with the ground. He turned to see Karina lying on the ground unconscious. He was only slightly surprised, but primarily concerned. Karina was their hardest hitter, and if she was down they could be in trouble. He didn't have a way to heal her either: he had no magic and his last HP related item had been used on Kross. He almost jumped in to save her when the monster attacked, but Stratos managed to cover that.

Looking around him, he saw that everyone was working hard to pull together and defeat this last heartless. Looking up at the towering Giant, he realized it couldn't last much longer. Therefore, he needed to make a lasting dent. Leaving his other keyblade where it was for now, Steel ran forward and did a quick combo on the Kingsmoth with his umbrella before jumping back a good distance. Then, rather than summon Llama head back to his hands, he swung his arm in a wide arc; causing the keyblade to make a similar motion, rushing up to slice the horn before circling back to Steel's waiting palm. He then ran forward again, holding both keyblades in a 4 o'clock position. When he reached the heartless, he swung both keyblades upwards in unison, flying upwards to half the Kingsmoth's height and creating a large gash.

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Words: 300
EXP. (Post): 15
EXP. (Total): 495
42 BP spent on Arma the Kingsmoth

Note: Much shorter than my usual post, but I was primarily focused on just getting one last hit in, since my next opportunity to post likely won't be till tomorrow night.

 

Raisor shook his body from the attack just a minute ago from the Behemoth, trying to get up from the attack. As he got up, he felt pain, and then, his consciousness blanked. His body fell to the ground yet again, and he began to think about the pain he was in. Raisor did not want to continue getting hurt any more, but he wasn't the type of person to leave the others to deal with all the problems; yet at the same time, he was not used to this much pain. Growing up, he felt pain before, even emotional pain not too long ago, but that wasn't this kind of pain. This was pain of an immense degree, and he fell like a toy being played with by a child, knocked against the ground over and over. He was sure his body began to fail on him, and he just wanted to drift off into the darkness and let the rest of the keybladers finish the fight. He knew that if he gave up now, he wouldn't be able to face himself later, but it was just so hard for him to keep fighting at this point.

As he was about to give up on himself, he began to feel his body get better. Struggling to open his eyes, Raisor noticed a keyblade near him, and tried to look up more. His vision blurred for a second, and he had to blink a couple of times to make sure he wasn't seeing anything, and saw that it was Glen that was healing him. Raisor hadn't seen him since the Land of Dragons, and was surprised that he of all people was healing him. Raisor did not think Glen as the type of person to be using magic, especially Cure magic, but then again, he'd only spent time with him in a few worlds. With the healing, Raisor felt his body better, and all the damage done by the Behemoth, and even the heartless from before, was disappearing. Too bad the Cure couldn't get rid of that Behemoth, but that was a different type of magic, not too mention nonesense. Besides, wasn't that what the offensive magic was for? Raisor waited for his healing to be finished, and watched as Glen went off to attack the Behemoth. Right after he left, someone else came by to heal him, and went over to the others to heal as well. Raisor needed to remind himself to thank the two of them later, and readied himself for the fight against the Behemoth again. The best part was, he was almost fully better and the Behemoth wasn't. He was sure that soon enough they could finish it; in fact, the attacks seemed to be less powerful then before, or at the very least, they seemed a little more desperate.

Gripping his keyblade with renewed energy, Raisor prepared himself for his attack against the Behemoth. His first attack with the Strike Raid worked decently, but it left him powerless for a second, which was a dangerous strategy, and quite honestly, his little stunt with the book a minute ago was just pure luck. If he had to be perfectly honest with himself, it was kind of stupid for him to do. Still, it managed to work in the end, but he wasn't going to try anything like it again. What Raisor needed was a way up to the beast's horn and damage it with a powerful combo. His Vorpal Blitz might do the trick, but he needed to be sure he was in range. Luckily for him, with his new energy, he could summon his keyblade glider without any problems and do just the thing.

Raisor summoned his keyblade glider and hopped on, preparing to get up on the beast and do some damage. He might be finishing this fight, but he had a feeling that it was going to end soon, and he was going to go all out with what he had. Raisor flew up toward the beast, blasting fire spells at it to get its attention. Working just fine, the Behemoth noticed the fire spells, weak as they were, and summoned more swords to fire as Raisor. This time, Raisor swerved around the attack, dodging all of the dark attacks without any trouble at all. He reached the horn's position, and jumped off his glider, summoning his keyblade. Raisor landed on the beasts head, which was not something that felt like any normal Behemoth, and used his Vorpal Blitz. He jumped and hit the enemy with all his strength, and after that, he charged his keyblade with fire, and watched as a blazed surrounded his keyblade. His little trick with the fire spell was nothing like this, and he was glad that he could finally use his Fire Strike skill. He jumped off the Behemoth's head backwards, and threw his keyblade while falling, sending it spiraling toward the horn.. As it hit, the flames erupted and damaged the horn even more. Raisor neared the ground and tucked his body in, rolling as he hit down, softening his landing. The Behemoth did not seem to appreciate the damage done to it, because it summoned a fair amount of swords that even at full energy Raisor would have trouble dodging, and really hoped someone would get that beast's attention before it launched a million dark energy filled toothpicks and turned him into shish kabob.

OOC: 910 words, 30 exp (1430 total)

Spoiler: south side

Arma the Kingsmoth 170/900

 

Stratos was basically only to keep himself standing by using the telescope to give a good support. His vision was fading and then he realized why he was still so injured. During that entire time he was healing everyone and giving them aero, he had been the one person he neglected to use any form of magic on. Well, that was something else. Now he was basically out of MP once more, having spent somewhere around twenty five mp in order to make that entire thing he did possible. Well this was a problem. He tried to strike at the telescope with his keyblade, but that too started to feel far too heavy for him to actually swing around. As he attempted to, he slid off the support and fell to the ground. Being unable to lift his keyblade anymore, the young wielder started to just meekly punch the telescope in order to start building mp. There were easier ways to get this done, after all, he still had two items gifted him to use at his discretion, but he would feel pretty bad about using them now, after they had come this far without having too. And so, he kept punching the telescope.

With the last of what his strength could muster, he managed to build it up enough that he could just cast cure on himself. As he preformed this action, he nearly passed out, only to keep his consciousness steady from this single act. While the cure was a good sort of revitalization, it was not nearly enough to get Stratos back into tip top shape. However, it was still enough that he could pull himself back up, and stand at the ready to actually move again. His balance was still shaky, and he was totally going to collapse again in a short period of time, but that wouldn't matter one bit to him. He could fight now, and that was what was important. It was then that he observed both Steel and Raisor go in to fight the behemoth with all of their might, knocking its health down to a very low amount. He now had to start thinking of a means to damage this thing with what little strength he had, only for his thoughts to be answered with a very familiar attack. Sure, it had only happened once, but the time it had happened couldn't possibly be forgotten yet.

The purple hue that surrounded the room started to condense in a certain location, only to follow up by transforming into a guillotine blade. The blade of Off With Their Heads flew straight towards the behemoth only for him to respond by doing something completely unexpected. Within one of its hands, the darkness erupted around it started congealing together. As if it were made of threads of darkness, Arma the Kingsmoth was now wielding a sword and brought it to collide with the guillotine blade that was flying towards it. As the two gigantic blades clashed with each other, Arma eventually won out with his sword cleaving straight through the off with their heads. What the hell, why could everything just cut through that? As Stratos thought that, some sort of purple lightning generated from Mad World had flown off of him, and with a snicker snack sound, struck Arma. Well that was oddly lucky. Arma was not pleased with the attack, and seemed to have actually been hurt by the strike. Not to mention that it wasn't as if everyone was just standing around while it took its sweet time trying to cleave through a flying guillotine blade...hopefully. With Stratos's attack of not even attacking done, Arma was getting on its last legs.

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EXP Writer: 620 Words, 30 EXP
Total: 5070 EXP

Spoiler: The King is swagging his spoiler all over the place

Arma the Kingsmoth 136/900

 

It looked like their position was clear, so now to help the southern Gate. He turned himself, already seeing Ananta and Steel have a go at the final Heartless, the king of the Behemoths. It also looked like it was weakening immensely. He brandished his Divine Rose keyblade, now to rush in and help them. He wanted to stand tall along with his friends, he didn't want to be the one on the sidelines. He had spent too much time on the sidelines and letting the others baby him to continue doing so.. It was time for him to show everyone he could pull his own weight. He gripped his keyblade and rushed over to join his allies."I'm ready to prove myself."He said, mostly to himself but also out loud if his allies chose to hear him out. He bent his legs down and then began his charge. The Behemoth may have had big weapons, but Kross wasn't going to back down. 'they're watching me..they're counting on me, I will not let them down!' He said in his mind. The king didn't seem to notice him but it still swung its giant swords around, trying to strike at least one of the interlopers. He jumped forward over the swinging blade, rolling forward and stumbled a bit, managing to get his footing. He leaped up and was met with the king's giant face. He clung to the face and stuck his keyblade in it, his body glowing as he fired off multiple spells right in its face. His lips parted in a determined battlecry. His spell casting stopped and he promptly leaped off of the Kingsmoth in time to see it smash a hand to its own face. He was luckily un-swatted and he slid back, using his keyblade to stop his momentum.

South Gate
Heartless Injured:
Kingsmoth: 38 BP

 

Arma had eventually gotten wise to what Kel was doing and timed its next attack so that it would hit the flying wielder. The attack has successfully knocked Kel off of his glider and sent him crashing into the ground, fortunately he'd landed on his shoulder so where wasn't an extra amount of pain for him to deal with. This seemed like a ideal moment to heal himself so he prepared to do that, but before he could, he saw the green glow o someone casting cure on him. It couldn't have been Glen for he healed Raisor and Kel didn't think that he could regain his mp that quickly. The blue haired wielder looked around until he saw the condition that Stratos was in.So it was then that he decided return the favor by casting cure on him. Hopefully it would help him out. As for himself, so long as he could avoid getting hit by any of the attacks, then he would be in good condition. He was already fighting back against the heartless and he cure greatly helped in lessening the pain that he was feeling in his back. So between that and Arma seemingly looking like that it wouldn't last all that much longer against the assault of all the wielders, they could finally put an end to this.

Getting back on his feet, Kel ran towards the behemoth with his keyblade held high. Unlike some of his previous attempts, he didn't call for his glider, but in stead stayed on the ground for this attack. Arm saw him and the first thing that it did was to again send the blade that it controlled towards him. This time though there wasn't going to be anything to stop him from progressing towards the behemoth. As the blades came closer to impaling him once more, Kel moved his keyblade in front of him as a way of not only blocking the raining blades, but to also deflect the ones that he could. Though this would only work for a certain amount of time for the raining blades could hit a point where they'd overwhelmed him and if they did, then he if he was standing still or just running in then the end results would not be the most desirable ones. Which made it a good thing that he'd recovered some mp from hitting the blades, for he was to cast stop, freezing the blades around him in place.

He then used this as the perfect way to avoid the blades and get closer to the behemoth. By the time stop had worn off, Kel had already gotten underneath the behemoth and had used aerial slam to attack up the leg of Arma. This was soon followed up by a swift, but powerful strike from his keyblade. The impact of his attack had caused Arma to stumble back a bit another sign as how he was slowly running out of steam. It was still too early to celebrate for a blade had appeared in the hand of Arma and he used it to attempt to skewer Kel while he was on the ground. Now getting stabbed by that blade would likely mean the end for Kel, so first he proceeded to take a quick and small leap backward before moving even further away from the behemoth. Looking around and seeing that the purple hue was still around the area, Kel could tell that the Cheshire cat was still in play, providing them with various effect and attacks. With how a guillotine blade was formed and used to deal damage to Arma, then maybe the same would happen again, this time decapitating the heartless. If so, then it would be a sight to see.

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Words: 627
Exp: 30
Total: 1038
Injured: Arma 54/900

 

Flaunting the intense aura of his heart, he continued to draw the position of Arma's main target to himself. A fair bit of the damage he had taken was dismissed by Stratos' healing magic. In addition, he now had a barrier of wind shielding him from damage. The others had been damaging Arma repeatedly, and even the mighty king was wearing down. "You want me to go all out then? Well, no sense in conserving energy at this point. Heh. Alright Glen. I'll show you what i can really do." Beuce's assault on the Kingsmoth was utterly relentless. Racing forward under the cover of full deck, Beuce was more or less invincible for the moment. Full deck in and of itself was a near impenetrable defense, and he had aero cast on him on top of that. The blade held by Kingsmoth was the primary weapon it used in the battle against Beuce. The man and behemoth were matching blows evenly, clashing their blades against each other with unimaginable force. Were it not for the supreme strength of the soldier, Beuce would have been easily overpowered. Tossing his sword in a strike raid fashion, it struck Arma directly in the forehead. Without a moment's hesitation, Beuce lunged at the behemoth and performed a spinning kick to its jaw.

The behemoth, however, didn't stay on the defensive for long. Black markings began to coat it's entire body, as though they were tattoos. Beuce didn't know what was coming for him at this point, but he knew it didn't body well. Not to mention full deck had run its course and worn off. The behemoth came at him, but not like before. This time it was faster. Much, much faster. The strikes delivered by Arma were like trying to defend against the wind. No matter where you put your blade, It was always coming from another direction and slipped through your guard, pounding against your body. If it weren't for Aero, Beuce would have been killed right then and there. The only thing he could do to defend against the flurry of strikes was maintain distance. That wasn't all that easy considering Arma closed it with just as much speed. Leaping into the air with a back flip, Beuce just narrowly avoided a horizontal sweep from the Behemoth, but he wasn't expecting what happened next. Rather than pursuing him, Arm jabbed his hand into the ground, causing an immense geyser of dark flames.

With no time to think about how to react, Beuce jabbed his sword into the ground, sending his own power spiraling forward at Arma. The two essences collided in the center of the two in a supreme struggle for dominance between the red and black auras. The power tore the ground to shreds. Finally, the struggle between the two powers came to an end. The black aura pushed forward, through the red energy and struck the wielder of the black sword with merciless fury. The impact knocked him away like he was made of paper and sent him flying, until he slammed into the bookcase behind him and fell to the floor. Blood dripped from his forehead, and his entire body was nearly torn to pieces. There was no one particular spot that was injured, it was him in his entirety. He ached all over and felt like his consciousness was about to abandon him, when he heard a sudden whistle of the wind as something flew through the air. The next few moments were a hazy memory at later times. He couldn't remember any of the details. But he knew generally what had happened to him. A sword of dark energy was fired at him, and he was in no condition to avoid it. Nor was there anyone who could save him from his fate. He felt pain like he never had before, as an unbearable burning took over his right shoulder. He let out a cry of pain, and looked over.

The sight he saw would have mortified nearly anyone. The blade which had been fired at him was now coated with a dark red liquid and stabbed into the bookcase behind him. A puddle of his own blood was beginning to form next to him, dripping from the injuries. But the worst thing was his arm. It laid on the ground a few feet away, totally disconnected from the rest of his body. He honestly didn't know how to react to such a sight. He was at a loss for words, so he just remained silent. He looked back to the Kingsmoth which had defeated him. He knew he had lost and was in no shape to even attempt to fight it. With his injuries, he could stand, much less defend himself. There wasn't enough cure magic in the world to completely revitalize Beuce from the state he was in. The Behemoth reached its hand forward to extract his heart, but it found itself unable to do so. It was blown back, forced to go farther away from Beuce's action. His final act of rebellion against the monster. An enormously powerful aura burst forth from his body, blowing back everything in the area away from him "This is it! This will take you through the rest of the fight! Don't worry about healing me! If you can finish off this monster, then the fight is over and we've won! It's up to you, all of you! Take my spirit, and with it, end him once and for all!" He shouted at the other wielders around him as a pillar of crimson light radiated from his body. Out of the center of the pillar, massive red whisps of the same energy brave shot was made from emerged. One after another they came out of Beuce's red light and traveled across the library and into the other wielders there, filling each of them with the strength of a soldier, Beuce's strength. As the power had increased the strength of all the others there, Beuce weakly crawled over a ways to Karina and rested her head against his chest protectively. He gripped the black blade tightly in his remaining hand and glared at the behemoth. The king's reign was over. He'd seen to it.


1045 words
Total mission EXP 1210

Spoiler: Arma the Kingsmoth 14/900

End this *****

 

The king's reign was indeed over. First Karina was Ko'd, then Beuce had been disarmed both figuratively and literally, and now the behemoth was looking to just plain eat them. The spirit of the fallen warrior rose from his body, leaving him and filling the hearts and souls of everyone nearby. Too many had fallen, and Glen would ensure that no others fell to it.

"Beuce, don't worry. I'm going to send this thing back to the dark depths from which it came" he said quietly, thankful for the gift of strength that his fallen comrade thing had given him. Turning around, he stabbed his keyblade into the ground and decided the best thing to do in this situation was not to attack the behemoth, but to give an extremely dramatic and inspiring speech instead. That's what people did to win wars, right?

"People of Central Haven, listen to these words! For too long, these behemoths have plagued our lands, taking our citizens' hearts and ripping off several gaming franchises in the process. You may not like me, and I sure as hell do not like the rest of you, but are we going to stand here and let them stomp all over us, doing as they please? They are not Dr Mundo, and I will not allow them to believe they are! Let us work together and show that the power of friendship will prevail! That good triumphs over evil! That LoL is better than Dota 2! LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH, AND WITH OUR POWERS COMBINED, I WILL BECOME CAPTAIN PLANET!" Glen cried, before realizing that was literally impossible. "Okay, forget captain planet, let's just work together and murder this thing!" he added.

Racing forward, Glen swept up his keyblade and held it tightly close to his chest. This was his power, his strength. All that crap about friendship being OP was just a cover up for the fact that the real overpowered thing there was Glen himself. He took off, faster than he had ever moved before. Adrenaline from that speech and the circumstances was pumping through his veins. With a great effort, he slammed his keyblade into the behemoth.

In comparison, it was like a fly trying to take on a car; it just didn't work. However, it did achieve its purpose and turn the behemoth's attention to Glen. The keyblade wielder near soiled himself. He was next. He couldn't give up now though, not when he was so close. With a roaring battle cry, he began hacking and slashing at the behemoth before him, keeping its attention focused on him and hoping his teammates knew how to press the triangle button to use the reaction command "Behemoth Slayer".

OOC: 5 BP used
Arma the Kingsmoth at 9/900
452 words
22 exp awarded from exp writer
322 exp earned in total from exp writer

Mission not cleared just yet, bitches.

 

Yes, things indeed seemed to be going well for the wielders. Arma was almost defeated and the mirror should be up and running at the end of all this. Though Arma wasn't going to give up with out a fight. In a surprising turn of events, the heartless struck Beuce with its blade, actually cutting his arm off. The sight indeed surprised at lot of people, but to some the very sight gave them another reason to end this battle, namely Kel. As proven in this fight numerous times, Kel care for the well being of his comrades, least the ones that don't piss him off and considering how Beuce had pretty much had his back since Camelot, seeing his friend injured and bleeding was more than enough to erase any lingering fear in Kel's heart. Arma was going to learn first hand why it wasn't a good idea to piss Kel off.

When the triangle button appeared before Kel, he gladly pressed it which sent a beam of green energy into the air. The same button had appeared before all of the other active wielders and they too pressed the button, causing numerous beams of green energy to fly into the air, merging together like a drill as the entire area around them seemed to warp and distort til they were no long standing in the library. Instead they seemed to be in space, likely the center of the universe. On both sides were two titans observing the battle. A fitting place to put an end to the behemoth.

Ananta was the first person to strike the behemoth, whether it was because of any lingering feelings towards Beuce was unknown, but through a combination of various different magic spells, not only did she blast the behemoth back, but also she sent it towards the next person who would deal it damage. As the behemoth flew backwards, a streak of sliver sped past it and stopped in front of where it would end up.The streak was Steel and using both keyblades his hands, he dealt a fury of attacks to the behemoth.

Next up to bat was Anora, who much like Ananta was making good use of her spells, sending them all towards Arma while Steel was beating it. Next in a surprising turn of events Kross and Raisor had leap into the fray. Together the two of them managed to beat the heartless into the air, despite its massive size. When their attacks stopped, it seemed as if the heartless would land back on the ground and begin its counter attack, but what it and no one else accounted for was Eon appearing out of no where and in an even more surprising turn of events, knocked the massive behemoth back into the air. Turns out that Eon actually had some strength behind him, least for the sake of this post he does.

As Arma flew back into the air, he was met was a combination of physical and magical attack from Ananta, Anora, Kross and Raisor. Their attacks were swift, but powerful ad was followed up by Stratos channeling his AP stat into a actual attack.The glow from his AP stat seemed to for a weapon of its own. Dual blaster appeared in his hands, which gave him perfect reason to shoot the living hell out of Arma while it was still in the air.

The king behemoths punishment didn't end there for a massive ship breached from underneath everyone and quickly fired two drill like anchors, which both impaled and entrapped the behemoth. Now who was piloting this massively awesome ship? Why it was none other than Glen, one of the few people worthy enough to command an awesome vehicle such as this. The drill anchors were doing their job and keep the behemoth in the air. The time was here to put it out of its misery and the person to was currently standing on the deck of the massive ship. Standing as triumphantly as he could, Kel eyed Arma with the intent- wait, something's missing. There was suppose to be something flowing from his back. The moment wouldn't be complete without it.

His green eyes scanned the deck of the ship before he finally say what he was looking for, a red cape. He bent over to pick it up and quickly put in on. There, now everything was perfect. With the cape now flowing in the wind, Kel summoned his keyblade and held it in the air. The wind seemed to shift directions and swirl around his keyblade and the green reaction command energy soon followed. The green light spiraled around his keyblade til it eventually took the solid form of a drill. Not just any drill, this drill would pierce through the behemoth, the heaven, and the very fabric of the universe itself! That was the power of the Drill of SOS and it was with this Kel was going to end the behemoth. The drill was moved to his side as Kel started to run towards the front of the ship. Right when it appeared that he would run right off the edge, he jumped and was propelled forward towards Arma with the power of the SOS drill. The drill itself had started rotating, growing faster and stronger with each rotation. It continued to do so until in one burst of reaction command energy, Kel was propelled forward and drilled right through Arma. The massive hole in the behemoths chest was more than enough proof to show that the fight was all but won, but it didn't exploded just yet for there was still one last thing that needed to be done. After landing on the other side of Arma, Kel turned to face the behemoth and raise his fist in the air. Not only did everyone who'd aided in beating down the behemoth do the same, but they also exclaimed the very same words.

"Just who the hell do you think we are!"

It was on those words that the behemoth burst, releasing three hearts into the air and dissipated into nothing. The battle had been long and grueling, even more so for some, but it was finally over and the keyblade wielders of SOS were victorious!
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OOC:
Words: 1048
Exp: 30
Total: 1068

Spoiler: Damage Dealt to Arma

Ananta Dealt 1 BP!
Anora Dealt 1 BP!
Eon Dealt 1 BP!
Glen Dealt 1 BP!
Kross Dealt 1 BP!
Raisor Dealt 1 BP!
Steel Dealt 1 BP!
Stratos Dealt 1 BP!
Kel Dealt 1 BP!
Grand Total: 9 BP Dealt to Arma!
Arma the Kingmoth: DEFEATED!

 

Disney Town

Roe sighed rather loudly with boredom as she too sat with Cailyn waiting for Max. She crossed her arms and gave a huff, "C'mooon, let's go do something. Sitting here and waiting is so boriiinng." Roe complained as she was desperate for something interesting to happen. Disney Town only gave her the creeps; everyone was too happy and cheerful, not to mention they were all weird looking animals that talked. Roe looked around and was tempted to go look around but she had to stay and wait... Roe plopped down on the ground with her legs and arms crossed and once again loudly sighed. "Can't Max just, like... Come find us later? This place isn't that big, is it? Let's go find some Heartless to beat the crap out of!"

 

Beuce looked over at the new behemoths approaching. While they were all normal Behemoths and if it came down to it they could probably take them, the majority of the wielders were in no shape to be fighting anything, him in particular. He gripped his sword tightly, ready to do whatever little he could to protect the unconscious girl next to him, but it turned out that he wouldn't need to do so. The mirror they had spent the entire time protecting while it was repairing had finished, and finally was in working condition. Struggling, Beuce managed to get back onto his feet. He could barely stand, and he was losing blood quickly. It was all he could do just to pull himself the short distance to the mirror. Dismissing the sword in a glimmer of light, he reached down with his remaining arm and grabbed the girl at his feet. With a groan, he lifted her up onto his shoulder.

"After all that, i can't let you die here..." He said to her under his breath, knowing she couldn't hear him. Slowly, he limped over toward the portal to their salvation. If he couldn't even accomplish this much, there was no way he'd be able to stand a chance against the elemental guardians. He had to press onward. He had to keep going. Carrying Karina over his shoulder, he held her on by holding his palm on her lower back. With immense effort to do just this little thing, he walked forward to the mirror. It took him nearly three minutes just to walk a few feet, but he finally made it. Karina in tow, he stepped through the portal to an unknown location. They'd made it. Every had lived through the fight.

 

Roe suddenly heard the whistle from Max not too far away. She quickly sprung to her feet and turned around to see Max starting to fight with Pete. "Took you long enough! Geez. " Roe shouted back at him as she summoned her Keyblade. She ran over near Max and the other girl and slashed at one of the Weasel Guards.

OOC:
BP Used - 15
(I hope I'm doing this right)

 

After probably the most over top finish of heartless that could have happened, Stratos watched as Arma the Kingsmoth exploded into three different hearts. With the fight over and done with, Stratos let out a large sigh of relief as he saw one hundred more behemoth walk there way into the room. This was absolutely terrible. They had fought a grand total of twenty five behemoths during this entire battle, and now there was one hundred more. He couldn't really move anymore, let alone fight. He was feeling able to stand, having had Beuce cast cure on him but...wait a second. He looked at Beuce and was slightly mortified at the sight of the man missing an arm.

Regardless, they'd have to worry about that later, since they had to leave now. With the mirror back up, Stratos started to hobble his way over to the mirror. Looking around, he noticed that not a soul was dead. Well, turns out Karina had been wrong, though it wasn't him that saved everyone. No, it was all of them, together. As a team. With that sentiment done, Stratos hobbled his way through the magic mirror and then jumped through it to the brave unknown.

 

Raisor wanted to scream at the sky for the complete and utter annoyance of a move fate had dealt them. Not only did they spend all that time dealing with 1000 heartless, now there were 100 more Behemoths on their way toward the Main Hall. Everyone was exhausted, and there was no way to fight against more enemies. The better news was that the mirror was finally fixed. So even if there were more heartless, they finally had their escape ready and open, and some of the other wielders had already walked through. Raisor was still fresh from the cures that Glen and the other had given him, so he was alright to walk over to the mirror and head out.

As Raisor neared the mirror, he couldn't help but feel like there was a problem with the way they were leaving. They had managed to go through all of that trouble to keep the mirror going, and they were getting out, yes, but at the same time it still felt like they were being forced out. Part of him was vexed at this turn of events, and he wanted to just rush at Behemoths, going down and showing everyone they could beat those annoying heartless without any trouble. Yet another part of him knew they couldn't do it, and they really just needed to get their butts out of there before anything else happened. He tightened his fist in irritation at what he was doing and tried to get over it. Just to try and make himself feel a little better, he got toward the mirror and stopped walking. As he stood in front of it, he pointed his keyblade at the herd of heartless stomping their way toward the hall.

"I don't care if you guys did make us retreat. All of us won't forget this, and we'll fight through it as a team. We will beat you next time, whether you like it or not." He dispelled his keyblade, turned around, and walked into the mirror.

Of course, those words weren't just aimed at the heartless. He knew they weren't anywhere around, but those words were meant for those in the masks as well, wherever they were. The fight was over, but Raisor was never going to let go of this feeling; the same feeling he felt when he left home.

 

Steel had greatly enjoyed the whole "Silver Streak" thing; it worked pretty well for him. Further, a nine-person super reaction command was a very dynamic and fitting way to end such a long and pivotal mission. It was then that he saw a large swarm of Behemoths coming for the group. He tilted his head to the side in confusion: surely the mission was over? Shrugging it off, he zoomed over to the group and began analyzing their new opponents. They were all pretty slow, so he didn't worry about taking any damage. He was processing his offensive tactics when he heard a shout: "The mirror ish ready!" Ah, so they were officially making thier tactical retreat after all. He quickly returned to the group. Upon seeing that some of his companions had already entered the portal and that the others were well on their way, he began to take a step through the mirror. He stopped however when he remembered his manners. He stood straight up and folded his hands in front of him before giving a low bow. "Sir Mirror, we thank you for granting us safe passage through the land which is sacred to you. We are in debt to your kind." He stood there for a moment, but after a brief pause added: "...And please e-mail me about the upcoming luncheon."

With that, he merrily skipped through the portal to safety. He considered briefly that he would soon have to discuss things with Ananta and Kross, and that he had no idea what on earth he was going to say to them. He shrugged: he would cross that bridge when he got there. Besides, he could probably hold off the conversation until they left the mirror realm. He was sure they wouldn't want an audience, and as demonstrated by his little "Thank You," the mirror realms were not the most private of places. Steel actually shivered at the thought of all the prying eyes... not that he was much better when it came to spying, but...

 

Kel was about ready to collapse once Arma was finally defeated. That fight had been draining, both emotionally and physically. Mostly physically considering the hole in his back. Least now they could finally go through the mirror and be done with all this. As he was making his way towards the mirror, he heard the thunder of footsteps behind him. It was when he turned around that eh saw the 100 behemoths coming towards them. "Oh screw that." There was no way that he was going to face any behemoth again after this.

Despite the healing that he'd received, Kel still wasn't in any shape to run. Still Luna being unconscious was a problem and since he was the one who brought he behind the bookshelf, he would be the to carry her out. So he went to go pick her up and as quickly as his legs would allow him to move, walked towards the mirror and stepped through it before the horde of behemoths could get to them.

 

Ananta wasn't all too ready for the bright red light to give her energy. But at least she wasn't hungry anymore. With a big show, she had fun defeating this final Behemoth with her friends and comrades. Once her part had finished and Arma was no more, Ananta landed on her feet and stumbled a little. Looking around, she saw the small duck running towards them and yelling that the mirror was fixed. "Okay, but can we at least rest for a bit?" she said, turning around towards Kross and Steel. Her eyes widened when she realized that there were quite a lot of Behemoth's coming their way...at least they were slow about it.

Steel had already decided to go through the mirror, making a joke as he went through. Others also went through, leaving everyone behind. Ananta was about to go through, but she stopped herself. What if she got lost and didn't end up in the same place as everyone else? What if she was separated from everyone and stranded on some other world all alone with no idea where to go? Stumbling back, Ananta bumped into Kross and was knocked back to reality. "Oh, Kross." she said, scratching her head. "Could you come with me through the mirror? And hold my hand? I'm kind of...scared so..." she said sheepishly. "I...I don't want to get lost or anything." she admitted, reaching her hand down and grabbing Kross' right hand.

Marching towards the mirror, Ananta watched another person go through. It was Kel this time. Looks like he was carrying somebody. Ananta stopped a moment to think of anyone that might be easily forgotten. Not remembering anybody that could be knocked out, Ananta squeezed Kross' hand as she stepped through the mirror with him.

 

As much as Glen wanted to go and attack the behemoths that had appeared (and believe me, he really wanted to do it), he knew that to do so would be suicide. If he went and threw himself in, he would be throwing away everything that he had worked for. Another thing was if he stopped to attack those dang behemoths, he would surely be left behind. Ain't nobody got time for that he thought to himself, hoping Tom would read out his post in the voice that he does so well. As everybody went through the mirror, the keyblade wielder stopped in front of it. Where this mirror led to, he had no idea, but it was probably a lot safer than Central Haven was right at that time.

Following the actions of the other wielders, Glen stepped through the mirror, unsure and uncaring where it was he would wind up.

 

Beuce felt Karina move slightly. He was glad that she was awake. But something was wrong. He heard a slight whimper, followed by a sorrowful apology, and knew exactly what was going on. She had seen his arm, and had started to cry. "Ah jeez..." He said as he tried to move his right arm up to scratch the back of his head, then remembered he no longer had one. Well, that was a weird feeling. That one would take some getting used to. He had never been able to handle people crying, especially cute girls. She grabbed his stub of an arm and began to heal it. He knew he was the more injured, but he wished she would just heal herself. She wasn't in any good shape either. The second they were through the mirror, he moved around and set her down so that she was leaning back against the wall. "Hey hey hey. Listen to me. It wasn't your fault. I tried to overpower it and thought i could take it on, and i lost. It was my fault i lost my arm, not yours. So just...Don't cry, please." He pleaded, hoping that she'd go with it and cease her tears.

Dizzy from exhaustion and blood loss, he nearly fell forward on her, but stopped himself by putting his hand against the wall. "I mean, i might need you to lend me a hand once in a while. I don't have any to spare." He joked, then gave a forced chuckle, hoping to cheer her up. The healing had more or less stopped the bleeding in his arm wound, but it was far from healed over. He was in need of serious healing, but he wasn't the only one. Several wielders needed severe medical treatment after that battle, and he didn't want to shove in front of them because he thought his injuries were worse. He reverted from his soldier form so that he regained the ability to use magic and could help with the healing. His body all of the sudden felt much heavier due to his reduced strength. Immediately, he began healing Karina. He knew that she was in no condition to walk, but being carried hurt her pride. Something important to her. If he could just get her to the point where she could carry herself, then she would be alright.