[In the wake of that attack, it felt like Ven had been thrown full force into a brick wall. Everything hurt, catching his breath was far too difficult, and simply standing up took way longer than it should have. He managed, using his Keyblade partially as a crutch; his face had met the street more than once during that tumble, leaving him with a number of open scrapes and scratches, and he could feel blood trickling down the back of his neck. The tears in his armor were nearly skindeep, and he'd lost one spaulder in there somewhere.
Something was definitely magnifying Sora's powers. Ragnarok was a strong move, no doubt, but not like that.]
N-No way! We'll both go!
[He didn't stop to think how that would be possible; there was just no way he could leave Ira to face this -- and probably die -- alone.]
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Something was definitely magnifying Sora's powers. Ragnarok was a strong move, no doubt, but not like that.]
N-No way! We'll both go!
[He didn't stop to think how that would be possible; there was just no way he could leave Ira to face this -- and probably die -- alone.]
You're no match for him like this!