The purple flames returned, Mage stern. "I would never hurt a child!" She looked around, pondering. "Hmm, let's see here, do I mimic that Anime? Maybe another time... But I'll use these. Go my Mousies!" Purple flame mice erupted and charged after Sora.
Mage stayed by Xenree, a moonlight spell forming. It burned her, she was smoking a bit.
Mage nodded. "I'll bring you to a safer place, you can't be here!" With that she brought Asuki to a balcony. "There, now go!" With that, she returned to Sora. ~~~ "Do you need help? I'm very good with memories." A little blue wil-o-wisp lowered to Naminé's side. "Hello, I am Nina."
ooc: It just takes a LOT of power to xD bic: Mage took a chance to reach the air, realizing something. Arms now putting themselves out, she flew above Sora's head, but grabbed Asuki.
Mage wailed even louder at the thought of Xenree fading. "No! I don't want you to fade!"
"I would never do that!" Mage yelled. "Parma, get Ashir out of here!" 'Yes Miss!' Parma flew off, taking Ashir to a safe place. "Alright! I'm done! You want to fight me?! Okay! Thank God I know my KH well, 'cause even if I COULD eat the hearts of worlds, I know exactly where they are!" With that, purple flames engulfed Mage's arms.
"What, eat the heart of some of the worlds out there?! Oh look, Atlantis Heart Stew, yum!" Mage mockingly spat. Sadly, that was exactly it. "Asu! Asu!" Ashir waved at Asuki, grinning.
Mage whimpered, crying. "But we need them! And they need us as well!"
"Look, I don't want to hurt you. I have only wished good health on your family!.... Though I will admit that torture game on Newgrounds was fun..." Mage coughed again, throat raw. "But I ever would hurt you! And I would NEVER hurt your child!" Ashir had watched Asuki, reaching for her. "Abubuh, uwaah!" he giggled at her, wishing her to come. 'Miss HAS hurt some in the past, but never by blood! She only fights for what is right!' Parma helped the arguement. "You're dancing on my last nerve, Sora. Don't force me to hurt you!" Mage growled, coughing.
"No, they are our team, so we get them!" Mage pulled Xenree back, heading to the others. "We need them!"
"Wait! Miss Xenree!" Mage jumped off of Tron, pulling Xenree back. "The others! What about the others?" She gave large oogly eyes, hoping that tactic worked.
"Yes, I want to be a Mage... I've never had a name when I was born in the purple. Since no one gave me a name, I never knew what people would call me... But if I want to be a Mage, then I am Mage!" She proudly grinned, then blinked at the light. "Ouchie. That hurts..." She put her glove back on her hand, wishing for her to keep covered.
In comparison to most girls of Mage's bodily age, (to which I remind is about 14) she was quite light. Most of her weight came from her clothing and her items. She giggled though, despite it all. "I... Did I tell any of you my name? I know what I wanna be... So can that be my name?"
Mage hugged Tron tightly, thanking him, then returning to Xenree. She watched the heartless, producing an ice spell. "I can't fight very well, but I'm not so bad... Right?" She looked to Xenree for approval.
"Mr.Tron, my hand... It's burned, can you fix it?" Mage begged, looking in her book for something to combat the heartless.
Mage smiled, then frowned. "My hand... Xenree, it burns..." With reluctance, she showed her paper-white hand, slightly scorched in gray. "The night magic hurt me..."
Mage watched as Darkside winced in the pain, stern. Her hand was burning a bit though, so she was wincing as well. "Ow!" she hissed. Throwing her glove into her pocket, she looked for a source of cold water. But as an improv, she digged into one of her any pockets and pouring a potion on her hand. It steamed from the damage, causing her to wince even more, but it did well enough. "Miss?" she watched Xenree, confused. "Miss? Wake up, I never got your name..."
"No!" Mage growled, flipping through her pocket book of spells, Flipping through more pages, she found another spell. "Lunes!" With her palm outretched, a bright yet opposingly dark at the same time. It wasn't particularly an offensive spell, but the silvery glow of the night could sting those of the dark. She seemed like an entirely new person in battle.
Mage didn't listen, looking in a tiny book. "Let's see... Aireal(sp?) Spring!" A swirled spring released a large burst of wind, sending her flying. "Fire!" With it actually working, it propelled her foward to head butt Darkside's head.... Sadly, it hurt. "Owie! My head! That hurt!" she whined.
Mage was trying to remember a spell, one she hadn't quite perfected. "Fire!" Instead of the normal output of a fireball, it caused an explosion, sending both Xenree and Mage flying. This was a bad situation, since the only spell she had perfected was Rain, and one other. The other handful would have unpredictable outcomes.
