Roland looked on as he saw everyone rapidly attack the Heartless horde. Kiva quickly incinerated a Heartless with a fireball, while Kazu and Daisy slashed at the never-ending Shadows. Roland's worry was at ease until he saw Kazu knocked to the ground. If that wasn't all, he then heard Daisy grunt as a Heartless slashed at her with its claw. She quickly ended the scuffle and threw a smoke bomb to retreat.
"Damn! This is impossible! They have to be thinning out!"
As if to prove him wrong, six Shadows jumped out of the cloud of smoke. Roland ran toward them and jumped, meeting them in midair. He dealt a few strokes of his sword, all of them almost too fast to see. The Heartless all exploded in puffs of acrid smoke, as Roland landed on the other side of the smoke cloud.
And that's when he saw him. He was enveloped in darkness so foul it warped his image. It was almost painful to look at him.... to look at the hollow amber-gold eyes that shined in the darkness that was him. He stared at Roland, who was paralyzed in fear, and raised his weapon. The weapon reflected him, dark and evil. The obsidian weapon glistened in the sky. In fact, it looked much like a key....
The shadowed figure muttered an incomprehensible string of words and even more Shadows crept out of the ground.
"No.... It can't be!"
The Shadows all leaped toward Roland.
He closed his eyes in pure fright awaiting the unimaginable pain. But it never came. Slowly opening his eyes he saw all the Heartless dissapear in the puffs of smoke. And in the middle of them all he saw a man. He had long brown hair and wore a black jacket with black pants.... and in his hand he held a blade. Or was it a gun? No, it was a gunblade.
The Heartless leader shook his head and turned around. As he dissapeared into the darkness, many more Heartless stepped out. Except that they were different this time, they weren't mere Shadows. This time they were Soldiers.
"Looked like you needed some help." said the brown-haired strager. He turned around and Roland caught a good look at his face, which had a scar running across it. "They call me Leon."
"Damn! This is impossible! They have to be thinning out!"
As if to prove him wrong, six Shadows jumped out of the cloud of smoke. Roland ran toward them and jumped, meeting them in midair. He dealt a few strokes of his sword, all of them almost too fast to see. The Heartless all exploded in puffs of acrid smoke, as Roland landed on the other side of the smoke cloud.
And that's when he saw him. He was enveloped in darkness so foul it warped his image. It was almost painful to look at him.... to look at the hollow amber-gold eyes that shined in the darkness that was him. He stared at Roland, who was paralyzed in fear, and raised his weapon. The weapon reflected him, dark and evil. The obsidian weapon glistened in the sky. In fact, it looked much like a key....
The shadowed figure muttered an incomprehensible string of words and even more Shadows crept out of the ground.
"No.... It can't be!"
The Shadows all leaped toward Roland.
He closed his eyes in pure fright awaiting the unimaginable pain. But it never came. Slowly opening his eyes he saw all the Heartless dissapear in the puffs of smoke. And in the middle of them all he saw a man. He had long brown hair and wore a black jacket with black pants.... and in his hand he held a blade. Or was it a gun? No, it was a gunblade.
The Heartless leader shook his head and turned around. As he dissapeared into the darkness, many more Heartless stepped out. Except that they were different this time, they weren't mere Shadows. This time they were Soldiers.
"Looked like you needed some help." said the brown-haired strager. He turned around and Roland caught a good look at his face, which had a scar running across it. "They call me Leon."
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I am a complete idiot who should LOG OUT when he leaves~!! XD