Ven nodded once, firmly, as he quickly traded Rae his Keyblade for his spear. "Thanks. There's a lot, though -- let's move back as we go, okay?" As willing as he was to get deep in this mess, he couldn't ask the same of Terra and Rae, and he knew he was winding down on top of it. He couldn't keep fighting forever, as much as he wanted to; but at least any remaining civilians in the area would have some time to get away.
As soon as his halberd was in hand, Ven took off at a low run. He made as if to meet the Warrior in another clash, but at the last second swerved, dodged, and brought his polearm around in both hands, the axehead slicing across the larger man's side. Without missing a beat, Ven used his opponent's hesitation to cast Blizzara at nearly point-blank range, throwing him backwards into a Mage and sending them both rolling over the stone street.
It was strange fighting like this -- not because of the halberd, but the harsh, almost cutthroat brutality that he worked into his moves now. Ven had fought up-close and personal before, but this was different. While he'd fought humans in the past, he'd never killed any; Vanitas was the only person Ven had actually taken the life of, and person was putting it loosely; he hadn't thought of Vanitas as a human. Now, he was throwing himself into fights with no thought for anything but his own survival and that of his fellow Heroes and civilians -- not only that, but he was doing so in a fashion he'd never had to resort to before, exploiting each opening as soon as he saw it with no thoughts of chivalry. He'd had to leave those behind hours ago, when the Empire made it clear that they were after the lives of those in Aqures Ixen without exception.
In the corner of his eye, Ven noticed the Mages getting set to cast. He turned on a dime and -- either because he was a small target, faster than they thought, or both -- dodged under or between more blows, staying low to the ground until he was within striking distance. Rae had the sense to keep her head down and her grip on her Hero tight, and it was a good thing: Ven unleashed Crescent Moon, striking down any soldier within range.
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As soon as his halberd was in hand, Ven took off at a low run. He made as if to meet the Warrior in another clash, but at the last second swerved, dodged, and brought his polearm around in both hands, the axehead slicing across the larger man's side. Without missing a beat, Ven used his opponent's hesitation to cast Blizzara at nearly point-blank range, throwing him backwards into a Mage and sending them both rolling over the stone street.
It was strange fighting like this -- not because of the halberd, but the harsh, almost cutthroat brutality that he worked into his moves now. Ven had fought up-close and personal before, but this was different. While he'd fought humans in the past, he'd never killed any; Vanitas was the only person Ven had actually taken the life of, and person was putting it loosely; he hadn't thought of Vanitas as a human. Now, he was throwing himself into fights with no thought for anything but his own survival and that of his fellow Heroes and civilians -- not only that, but he was doing so in a fashion he'd never had to resort to before, exploiting each opening as soon as he saw it with no thoughts of chivalry. He'd had to leave those behind hours ago, when the Empire made it clear that they were after the lives of those in Aqures Ixen without exception.
In the corner of his eye, Ven noticed the Mages getting set to cast. He turned on a dime and -- either because he was a small target, faster than they thought, or both -- dodged under or between more blows, staying low to the ground until he was within striking distance. Rae had the sense to keep her head down and her grip on her Hero tight, and it was a good thing: Ven unleashed Crescent Moon, striking down any soldier within range.