If you'd like to switch universes real quick Vanitas and be the one with two years of battle experience here, be my guest.
Ventus was about to turn away from Vanitas to finish off the last few heartless with a shotlock when a strangled sound emerged behind him and he turned just in time to see Vanitas falling backwards and to his side, clutching his head. The heartless, sensing at least one of their prey was now a prone and easy target, switched tracks instantly. Ventus gritted his teeth, darting forward to grab Vanitas's hand and try and yank him out of the line of fire even as he writhed. What on earth was going on!
He dropped Vanitas a little roughly in order to focus the Shotlock he'd prepared, a salvo of bright needles radiating out from his keyblade to slam through the rest of the heartless like tissue paper. He put his hands on his knees with a bit of a sigh, closing his eyes a second before looking back at Vanitas.
He'd been about to voice some polite inquiry into the other apprentices health, when instead he found himself jumping back at the wiggling shadows that now surrounded the boy. Shock fades into horror, fades into realization as the first red eyes begin to take shape, and then something slots into place in Ventus's mind as the first flood comes tumbling out.
It's not even a conscious thought to raise his keyblade (which is humming with enough tension to rattle his teeth now), and blast a Firaga at it. It hits the flood head on, incinerating it with not care to the apprentice nearby. Ventus doesn't pay any heed to any reaction Vanitas might have had to this. He stalks forward with a purpose, methodically killing any unversed. Assuming this doesn't turn into some sort of horrible unversed loop on Vanitas's end (or even despite of that, if he gets bored of it)--Ventus finally turns, kicking Vanitas in the stomach as if that might dislodge any additional creatures.
"You." He says finally, and it encompasses more then his mind can really process. The boy he'd been tagging along with, the one who had killed his Master, with the inconsistent story and no memories and a face had been of course, all this time, the source and creator of the creatures that could only come from one thing.
"Empty creature. Are you...was this a game to you?" His voice hisses quiet fury. "Stringing me along with your plots." He draws a leg back to kick Vanitas again, harder. "Do you think I'm stupid? No wonder you killed the Master you, you--" He's so overcome with anger he can't actually find the words to express it.
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Ventus was about to turn away from Vanitas to finish off the last few heartless with a shotlock when a strangled sound emerged behind him and he turned just in time to see Vanitas falling backwards and to his side, clutching his head. The heartless, sensing at least one of their prey was now a prone and easy target, switched tracks instantly. Ventus gritted his teeth, darting forward to grab Vanitas's hand and try and yank him out of the line of fire even as he writhed. What on earth was going on!
He dropped Vanitas a little roughly in order to focus the Shotlock he'd prepared, a salvo of bright needles radiating out from his keyblade to slam through the rest of the heartless like tissue paper. He put his hands on his knees with a bit of a sigh, closing his eyes a second before looking back at Vanitas.
He'd been about to voice some polite inquiry into the other apprentices health, when instead he found himself jumping back at the wiggling shadows that now surrounded the boy. Shock fades into horror, fades into realization as the first red eyes begin to take shape, and then something slots into place in Ventus's mind as the first flood comes tumbling out.
It's not even a conscious thought to raise his keyblade (which is humming with enough tension to rattle his teeth now), and blast a Firaga at it. It hits the flood head on, incinerating it with not care to the apprentice nearby. Ventus doesn't pay any heed to any reaction Vanitas might have had to this. He stalks forward with a purpose, methodically killing any unversed. Assuming this doesn't turn into some sort of horrible unversed loop on Vanitas's end (or even despite of that, if he gets bored of it)--Ventus finally turns, kicking Vanitas in the stomach as if that might dislodge any additional creatures.
"You." He says finally, and it encompasses more then his mind can really process. The boy he'd been tagging along with, the one who had killed his Master, with the inconsistent story and no memories and a face had been of course, all this time, the source and creator of the creatures that could only come from one thing.
"Empty creature. Are you...was this a game to you?" His voice hisses quiet fury. "Stringing me along with your plots." He draws a leg back to kick Vanitas again, harder. "Do you think I'm stupid? No wonder you killed the Master you, you--" He's so overcome with anger he can't actually find the words to express it.