But--! [We don't know that -- something happened to the Heroes in the hospital -- it could be Sora, just being controlled--
Any of those arguments were enough to keep Ven hesitant, but the all too familiar flash of a Keyblade's light cut him off in a heartbeat.]
They -- they don't! [Was something giving him his power back temporarily -- just like in the memory realm? Was it the same force at work here as back then? If so...
The memories of those events were still fresh in Ven's mind, even now, particularly the grueling, tedious battle with Nebilim. This could be similar, except their... opponent... was the only one with his true abilities, and a Keyblade, no less. Regardless of Sora's skill level -- something Ven couldn't attest to -- the presence of that weapon alone, presumably at full power, was enough confirm that Ven and Ira were in over their heads.
And yet, even the sudden and enormous jump in danger level couldn't override the trusting instinct that ran too deep -- Ven took his eyes off of Sora to glance Ira's way, and no sooner had he done that did the verbal warning coincide with a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye. He jerked backwards, his Job picking up his psychological slack to make him trigger Flash on reflex -- and while he did disappear from the weapon's trajectory in a blink, the movement had been sloppy and the activation delayed.
Ven reappeared yards over, his free hand gripping his right bicep -- one of the openings between the plates in his armor, where Sora's Keyblade had managed to slash through both material and skin alike. Nothing crippling, but blood was pulsing through his fingers and he could already tell that it would add a painful strain to his movements. Either that was a very lucky throw, or whatever controlled Sora wasn't stupid.
And, of course, Ven had no healing Jobs equipped for once.]
We won't be able to get it away from him! [As Sora caught his Keyblade on the rebound, Ven quickly cast Haste -- first on Ira, then on himself -- and spoke just as quickly.] If we can't snap him out of it, we'll just have to wear him down!
[Exhaust his magic, if nothing else -- but even as Ven thought it, he immediately had his doubts. There was nothing to say the controlling force wouldn't push Sora beyond his limits and kill him, if it came to that, and odds were good that the two of them would hit their limits first.]
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Any of those arguments were enough to keep Ven hesitant, but the all too familiar flash of a Keyblade's light cut him off in a heartbeat.]
They -- they don't! [Was something giving him his power back temporarily -- just like in the memory realm? Was it the same force at work here as back then? If so...
The memories of those events were still fresh in Ven's mind, even now, particularly the grueling, tedious battle with Nebilim. This could be similar, except their... opponent... was the only one with his true abilities, and a Keyblade, no less. Regardless of Sora's skill level -- something Ven couldn't attest to -- the presence of that weapon alone, presumably at full power, was enough confirm that Ven and Ira were in over their heads.
And yet, even the sudden and enormous jump in danger level couldn't override the trusting instinct that ran too deep -- Ven took his eyes off of Sora to glance Ira's way, and no sooner had he done that did the verbal warning coincide with a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye. He jerked backwards, his Job picking up his psychological slack to make him trigger Flash on reflex -- and while he did disappear from the weapon's trajectory in a blink, the movement had been sloppy and the activation delayed.
Ven reappeared yards over, his free hand gripping his right bicep -- one of the openings between the plates in his armor, where Sora's Keyblade had managed to slash through both material and skin alike. Nothing crippling, but blood was pulsing through his fingers and he could already tell that it would add a painful strain to his movements. Either that was a very lucky throw, or whatever controlled Sora wasn't stupid.
And, of course, Ven had no healing Jobs equipped for once.]
We won't be able to get it away from him! [As Sora caught his Keyblade on the rebound, Ven quickly cast Haste -- first on Ira, then on himself -- and spoke just as quickly.] If we can't snap him out of it, we'll just have to wear him down!
[Exhaust his magic, if nothing else -- but even as Ven thought it, he immediately had his doubts. There was nothing to say the controlling force wouldn't push Sora beyond his limits and kill him, if it came to that, and odds were good that the two of them would hit their limits first.]