Are we sitting comfortably? Unless your on a train out of here, why? Get up and run!

The clock tower, towering (I suppose) over the town strikes nine o'clock in the morning as an Air Pirate scoots past the bells chamber. It's just declared that the heartless have had almost total reign of the town for around and hour and 32 minuets. Struggle players beat of a few of the smaller heartless as Shadows force the towns population into the forest. There, they are left. Just left alone to stew in their adrenalin and sweat while they wait for something else to happen. They can get into the mansion but they don't want to. The solders standing guard outside the gates of the grounds keep them back. So what now?

A massive armoured claw soundlessly spread as the supposed weight of the creature attached was moved on it. The amazing azure of the metal, rimmed with a silver of some kind, locked perfectly with the ankle. The claws themselves had ornate curls in that silver like ringlets of hair kept it in place. The Dragon Armour sat, the characteristic zig-zag mouth in the shining trim lined the side of his snout. It looked to be waiting. Its wings folded, its sitting position seems to be something it was comfortable in.

(Now lets try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMHTjkCJews)

The streets are mostly populated with more heartless than you've ever seen. Requiems flit over all the different shapes below. All looking for the same thing. They paid no attention to one of Dr. Meyansol's letters floating by. Everything is in silence and it runs thick. Time trips repeatedly over the delicate absence. It sticks around and takes a good, long look at what's going on. The empty dots on a Shadows eyes happens to look up at itself briefly before carrying on. The black spots crawl all over a small room, over the dart board or photos of three children with their grins. One of them seems to have a gap...The sporadic twitching of them all is almost like pain. The eyes lay dormant regardless. Sleek, winged creature like a hawk and a dog drifts around slow moving Requiems and Rhapsodies like dodging multicoloured brooms caught in a current. A Darkball bobs by, urgency-less, with its hanging, saw-teeth mouth. It bounced and fell with each motion. The emotionless Powerwild practically blurs past, direction-less in its pursuit of something its supposed to sense on a particular off chance. Black arms uncross, moving to the side as Darksides bring themselves upright. Their heads can bee seen over the motionless roof tops.

They are looking for those who want to free the hopeless from the merciless, relentless, thoughtless shadows that can stand, walk and strike.

(Please ignore my first post. I accidentally posted in multiverse, instead of Twilight Town.)

Rio sat in silence in one of the many abandoned homes, she had been moving from house to house, trying to get to the station tower for an hour. The eerie silence was starting to get to get to her, that hour seem so much longer when spent in silence. Rio sneaked a peak out of the window, only to see the streets still infested with droves of heartless. She sat back down, bringing her knees to her chest as she put her arms around her legs. Her opportunity to make a run for the next house would have to wait a little longer, she thought to herself.

((Excuse my lateness >_<))

Twilight Town, Station Plaza

“Well, this is a lively town.” A smirk crept upon the wild looking man’s face as a pair of unenthused crimson eyes scanned the area. Heartless, lots of them. And they were all as dull and uninspired as ever. The champion held no pleasure in slaying them, a battle with something as boring as these had no excitement, no beauty, nothing. He had heard about Twilight Town before, one of his aids from the Colosseum was from here, but it was nothing like this. Much more warm and lively.

"Something is strange in the sate of Denmark." He mumbled to noone in particular.


((Gonna pull a Tyro here: Rose of May))


He sighed deeply, whomever this ‘Doctor’ was, had better have a good reason for calling him here, today was the first day of the ‘Omniversal Games’. He didn’t need to participate his self until the final round, where the number one seed was to face the returning champion (that was him) in a one on one battle.

“Grrrr….” A tiny agitated voice broke his thoughts, it was the tiny purple creature on his shoulder, something was bothering it.

“Aaah?” He looked out the corner of his eye at her, curious. “You act like you never saw Heartless before. I mean, yeah it’s a lot of them, but they’re all small fry.” He pointed forward with his index finger to a particularly lively clump in the distance. The ferret shook it’s head (eh?), dismayed. The champion raised his brow, confused. “What? What?” He asked a bit of annoyance growing in his voice. His companion flew from his shoulder, frantically pointing with one of his stubs towards the very cluster the champion was pointing at.

“Yeah?” He stepped closer towards her. “I don’t get what you’re whinin’ about.” The animal flew forcefully into his face, upset. “Alright, alright! Eh?” He got up on his tip toes, giving him just enough height to gaze over into the center of the Heartless. His eyes widened, shocked. To his surprise, there was a woman and child (a son) huddled in fear dead in the center of the Heartless.

The champion scowled, “Dammit, here’s me thinkin’ this would be a nice Pre-Game vacation.” He pumped his arms and busted a few squats out, a devilish grin appeared on his countenance. “Alright then,” Suddenly, the pins on his cap, and the dog tags hanging from his neck began to glow with a fierce bright light.

“Titania!” A surge of new found energy flowed through his body. His eyes were now glowing a shimmering emerald green. In a flash, a black and gold megaphone was in his hand. Coolly, he brought the instrument to his lips, and in a barbaric tone hollered out;

“Hey Heartless!” A earth shaking sound wave echoed from the megaphone, cutting a path from where he stood, all the way to the where the mother and child sat in fear on the creatures. He watched satisfied as the darkness cut away in front of him. There were still many Heartless left around the family however, so he quickly made his way towards them, but not before changing up his skill set, “Oberon!”, the champion felt a different power flowing through him now, as his irises seamlessly changed from emerald, to violet.

Rio peaked out the window again, this time the heartless had moved on. Rio sighed. "Finally." she said under her breath. She opened the door and cautiously made her way out into the street, only to hear someone shout. "Hey Heartless!" the voice rang out loudly. Her curiosity got the better of her and she went to inspect the source of the voice.

She climbed to the roof of the home that she had been hiding in earlier, via the storm drain. She jumped from rooftop to rooftop until she had found the source of the voice, Rio stayed low careful to stay hidden. She looked over the edge to see a man standing before a mob of heartless that had surrounded a family. What stood out the most to her was that this man was armed with nothing more than a megaphone. Sure they were only shadows, but still..it was just a megaphone.

Rio put on her ear buds and turned the music on low, she closed her eyes to get into the groove of the song. She opened her eyes and jumped down a pile of crates until she was at ground level. Rio closed her eyes once again and began to cast blizzard, her hands flickered to life, glowing blue as something that resembled fog came off them. She opened her eyes and began casting blizzard to the beat of her battle theme. Her first two blizzard spells spiraled around each other. The spells collided with the group of heartless, freezing and shattering four of them.

Rio smiled cheerfully. "Need a hand?" she called over to the man with the megaphone.

The attention was definitely on them now.

(Your music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyQMESBxHVw)

Those eyes all span quickly. There was a shared panic because action was needed. Shadows dragged themselves from the cobble stones, elements were readies to be thrown and Darkballs jigged in place. Over the rooftops, a Darkside's attention had been drawn, and it began to walk.

Thin bolts of lighting scorched the ground, balls of ice flew straight for the two attackers and soldiers spin kicked their way forwards. Darkballs charged from all directions . The darkness assembled was closing in.

Your move.

The attention was definitely on them now.

(Your music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyQMESBxHVw)

Those eyes all span quickly. There was a shared panic because action was needed. Shadows dragged themselves from the cobble stones, elements were readies to be thrown and Darkballs jigged in place. Over the rooftops, a Darkside's attention had been drawn, and it began to walk.

Thin bolts of lighting scorched the ground, balls of ice flew straight for the two attackers and soldiers spin kicked their way forwards. Darkballs charged from all directions . The darkness assembled was closing in.

Your move.

((aww yeeah, we get to go in on darksides?))

Zekkai had a pained expression on his face when the girl appeared, work kept piling up.

“Need a hand?”

"You know this isn't a playground right kid?" He said to her almost teasingly as she released her attack. It was well enough, it would make for good cover. His ferret squealed frantically as the Heartless began to...mobilize? The champ bit his lip. They're certainly... organized. There was a slight excitement in his now violet eyes.

“So long as you watch my back, we won’t have a problem!” He hollered back to her as he caught a glimpse of an attack of lightning and ice. Smoothly he sort of, glided to the side to avoid the lightening, not forgetting the blizzard spells, he leapt high into the air, the feat would have been difficult if he were in his regular state, but with the added agility he gained from Oberon, it was a simple task.

Zekkai smirked impressed as he landed just a few feet from his target, the mother and her son.

To his dismay, he noticed a glaring anomaly on his coat. It was scorched on the right sleeve from a lightning attack he must have forgot to dodge, it wasn’t beyond repair, but still, he liked to stay as fresh as possible.

Zekkai was distracted by his discovery and was struck from behind by a darkball’s powerful charge and sent stumbling forward, this just served to annoy him further.

“Fine, fine!” He dusted his self off from the attack quickly regaining his composure as there were several more just like the last attack coming his way. “You wanna play rough? O-kay!” The champ released a powerful flash of light from his person, as it subsided, in place of the megaphone he once held, he now had two red blades of light (light sabers). He calmly counted with taps of the foot the seconds before the Heartless reached him, he was only a few small steps away from the mother and child, he had to be careful.

“Tch,” With the circle of darkballs in ample distance, Zekkai flipped to the left and sprung in the air. At the apex of the jump, he released a rain of ligthning-esque purple energy waves that cut down that half of the circle. Now left with just the right half looking at him like a smiley face, he landed, grinning from ear to ear.

“Not bad eh? Yeeah, it's all in a days work for the champ though.”

It seemed like the Heartless had forgotten about their previous prey of the family, and was completely focused on the two warriors. Concerned a bit, not for her particularly, but more so for his own ass, he glanced towards the blue haired girl from earlier. She didn’t seem to be doing too shabby.

It was at that moment that he caught a whiff of something growing in the distance, something big, powerful. The hair on Kia (the farret) stood on end.

“Doesn’t that beat all?” He sighed deeply, tilting the back of his hat up so he could get in a good scratch of the head. “Better deal with the small fry quick eh?”

Rio looked a little flustered when the man spoke.
"You know this isn't a playground right kid?"
“So long as you watch my back, we won’t have a problem!”

"Alright!" She called out in quick response. The Heartless here seemed a little more organized than usual, but Rio pushed the thought aside for the time being. Her eyes shot towards the incoming blizzard attack and a slight smile stretched across her face. Instinctively, she jumped to the right, shooting a fire ball back at the attacker. Her smile widened when her counterattack hit its mark.

It was then that Rio had realized that the man with the megaphone was encircled by a mob of darkballs. She watched in mild awe as he decimated half of the circle like it was nothing. "He did say to watch his back.." She said quietly, to no one in particular. She nodded to herself and began her charge towards the darkballs.

Rio ran quickly across the cobble stones, dodging the occasional blizzard, fire, or thunder spell. In mid run she held her right arm to the side with her hand held open. Almost instantly there was the vague outline of a pole, after a second of her focusing, her maul appeared in her hand. she rested her weapon upon her shoulder as she continued her charge.

Once she was a few feet away from the middle of the half circle of Heartless, she leaped into the air. The maul started to ice over, nearly tripling in size, as she brought it above her head. Rio sent the huge maul crashing down on the darkball, with a satisfying thud, causing the ice around the mall to shatter. The shards shot sideways in slight arcs, avoiding the family, and passed through the remaining half circle. Rio's feet hit the ground and she slung the maul over her shoulder.

Rio grinned a little at her feat. Soon the grin was wiped from her face when she saw the shadow of something huge appear on the ground before her. She turned to see a Darkside lumbering towards them. "That can't be too good." She said with a slight frown.

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyQMESBxHVw)

Black smoke wafted away from where heartless was. More lighting arced around the two fighters as the Darkside's light, almost weightless steps moved ever onwards approaching the corner.

Air Pirates swirl above, waiting for there chance to attack. It comes as the fighters both look towards the approaching Darkside. A few swoop for Zekkai and Rio as the pointed, and mostly bent foot of the Darkside can be seen.

Air pirates decided to a crack at the champ this time, he sighed deeply, disheartened by the small fries’ attempt as he sliced one in half, watching dully as it burst into black smoke.

“I’ve got no interest in you all,” Zekkai hollered as another unit came flying towards him and the girl, he was groaning as he did his made his move. He tossed the saber in his left hand into the air, with it now free, he stretched out his left arm, palm open at them. Strange tiny particles quickly gathered in it’s center, and with a flash of light, a long metal table appeared, with a grunt he sent it flying the air pirates way with so much force they exploded into smoke on contact, this was all done in such a short amount of time that he still had a few spare moments before his weapon came back from the sky. (granted, Zekky’s got one hell of an arm)

He groaned again, “He’s taking way too long.” Zekkai was referring to the giant creature that was no doubt headed their way, as indicated by the strange toe in the distance. He was ready to storm off in its direction until the little creature on his shoulder squealed disapprovingly. “Hm?” He asked, grabbing his light saber as it came into reaching distance. “Oh yeah…them…” Zekkai looked around, there was still too many Heartless for comfort. He then remembered the girl who appeared, she seemed eager enough to help.

“Hey,” He asked her, “Think you can take care of them for me?” What he had asked her was indeed a question, but he didn’t stick around for an answer, instead, he darted away in a hurry towards the giant. This was the biggest one he had ever seen, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t itching for the challenge.

An air pirate swooped down from the sky, towards Rio. She smiled, readying her maul like a baseball bat. As the Heartless got within reach she swung as hard as she could, sending the air pirate to the ground. It promptly burst into black smoke.

Rio watched as the man fended off the remaining air pirate with...a table? 'Did he just make a table pop out of nowhere...?' she thought to herself. She shook off the thought, she must have been seeing things. "Hey! Think you can take care of them for me?" the man called out to Rio, before running off to face the Darkside. Left with really no choice, but to help the family, Rio turned around to asses the situation. The family was backed against a wall, being advanced on by four soldiers.

She took a deep breath and turned up her MP3 player, getting into the groove of the song as she charged the soldiers.
[Adding the battle theme, just cause. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4o_NIZcfINk&feature=related ]

When she reached the closest soldier she brought her maul crashing down on its head, outright destroying it. The other three responded with spinning kicks. She dodged the attacks, with a bit of effort. In reply, Rio held her maul in both hands and thrust it into the sky. The mauls head glowed yellow and shot a tiny arc of lightning into the sky, a little black storm cloud appeared above the remaining soldiers. "THUNDER!" Rio shouted. Once she shouted, massive lightning bolts arced from the cloud and struck the Heartless. With that, the family was now safe.

"Lock yourselves in one of the vacant houses." she called over to the family as she ran after the man, she wasn't about to let him have all the fun.

(Displacer, that my kind of music! :3)

The black creature drew itself up to full hight with all the ease of being underwater. Its fist came up, only to smash straight down for Zekkai.

[sorry no post, long friday/saturday urrg, btw, Tyro, did you get my character??]


The champ had been anticipating the giant's move, but he didn't expect it to make it so fast. As quick as he could, Zekkai conjured a large steel shield overhead, one that was large enough to block the entirety of the Heartless' fist. However, due to the stress he created it under, the shield was imperfect, and shattered after a few short seconds of contact. The shield, as flimsy as it was, granted him the brief window he needed to dodge the attack.

A darkside was the perfect match for the champ though, as giant as it was, the Heartless was slow. And Zekkai, was fast, very fast, that was his greatest strength in fact (other than the matter manipulation). He smirked as the Heartless' fist hit the bricks of the rooftop, that was his chance.

With a certain grace he leaped on top of it's arm, and began a rush up the long path, two hot energy sabers in hand, his target, the creature's dome.

His mind was completely focused on staying put on it's arm-- if the need arose, he wouldn't be able to conjure up anything, no matter how small.

The few, remaining heartless in the area aproached. A lighting bolt struck near Zak and flames scorched the pavement Rio had ran over. The Darkside raised one hand then brought it down on Zak as though killing a mosquito.

Rio reached the Drakside just in time to see the man running up its arm. She readied her maul as she rushed the giant Heartless. Her weapon began to ice over, growing larger, as it had done before. Rio swung as hard as she could at its left ankle before she jumped backwards and began casting blizzard at the Darksides head. She held out her left hand and it glowed blue as she concentrated. "Blizzard!" she shouted as she cast her spell three times. The three orbs of frost were sent flying straight for the head.

With a bit of difficulty, the champ back-flipped out of the lightning bolt's path-- but in the process he was made oblivious to the hand that was coming his way as well.

With extraordinary force, the black creature smacked Zekkai, upon impact, blood flew from the man's mouth, his body, set ablaze with pain. He was sent flying from the Heartless' arm and toppling to the ground with fearsome speed. Dammit, dammit Zekkai! Relax! The instant his feet left the arm of the darkside, the champ shut his eyes, trying his best to separate his mind from the pain. Seconds before impact, he opened them, and thrust his arm out, his palm pointed directly below him.

In a flash, the softest thing he could create under such circumstances appeared, a cloth net. Zekkai collided with the net now situated on the cobblestone. A tall cloud of dust (though it only reached the knees of the darkside) formed around him.

"Phew...too, too close..." He let out an exasperated sigh, watching with some delight as the tiny purple ferret came floating down towards him. "Jumped ship huh--" He yelped out in pain as she nestled herself in his lap. The dust was slowly subsiding , revealing the calm skies above, with one big obstruction--the dome of the darkside. Zekkai winced, "What a romantic image...save for a certain eyesore." The champ scoffed, he couldn't even rise from the cradle the net provided.

He watched dismayed as the little blue haired mage went to work on the creature with her magic.

"Augh! I refuse to be shown up by some brat." He pushed Kia from his lap, the ferret squealed in shock. "I've been in shit load more of pain than this..." Slowly but steadily, he pulled his self up. He gripped tight on the both sides of the net to give himself some leverage, and gingerly, he pushed up. A flood of searing pain shot through every inch of his body as he did, but somehow, he was standing on two feet.

"Hey you!" He hollered at the girl, "You got any healing...spell...s..." The champ felt light headed, and soon after, collapsed to his knees. "Dammit..." He spat some blood out to the side, "Hurry! That thing ain't gonna wait all day!" The hit did a lot more damange than he thought.


* * *
(( Taro's Theme, Heaven ))

In a flash of dazzling light, a lone figure appeared in an abandoned 'room' of sorts. Over head he could hear trains shooting across the tracks. As he took an assessment of his whereabouts, he noticed that the spot hadn’t been used in sometime. Couches, posters, even a dartboard they appeared to have a game left long unfinished, had layers of dust collected upon them. The area was also, completely dark, save for a few shafts of sunlight that appeared from the caged ceiling above, and tiny pockets that poked through the cloth 'door' on the far side of it all.

“Why in the world did the Gummi drop me off here?” He pondered, taking a few steps away from his ‘landing zone’. Violet eyes laid their gaze upon a stack of pictures atop a radiator. “Hm?” They say curiosity killed the cat…but the apple of this cat’s eye must have been without an owner for some time, it felt like the photos were begging to be looked at.

“These photos…” He mumbled as he flipped through the near endless stack. A nostalgic smile appeared on the white haired young man’s face. Every picture had a group of three friends, each one captured a different memory. It made him remember his own friends back on his home world…well. His sister and another. They were the only two friends he had growing up.

“Kia…” His hands held a single photo now, a group picture of the three standing atop one of the town’s hills. He couldn’t help but let a single tear roll down his mocha colored cheek.

“The letter said come here…the letter he left behind.” Taro was now gripping a small crumpled up piece of parchment, a letter. “Just…where are you Zekkai?” He asked to the sky in a trembling voice.

The Darkside was knocked back by Rio's attack. Its massive foot had to stop it from smashing into the ropes. I mean, house behind it. It raised its fist, energy charging and clinging to the knuckles. It smashed the ground to make a small shock wave. It kept the fist there though, a swirl of black formed on the ground. Shadows dragged themselves from it.

Rio heard the man call over to her, asking if she could heal him. "Hold on!" she called out in reply.She ran over the cobblestones to the downed man, she could see he was in pretty bad shape. Right away she put her maul down and held both of her hands out and over him, casting cure. Her hands glowed, a vivid green light showering the injured man. The green light bathed the man in its healing powers, with that he would be at least a little better.

Once done casting cure Rio picked her maul back up and turned towards the Darkside, that was now summoning shadows. "Are you alright now?" she said, looking back.

[OOC: Sorry for the short post. I have writers block right now.]

Taro was walking through the back alleys of Twilight Town now, and they all seemed eerily quiet, even for alleyways. For some reason, he sensed as if there were something malicious going on in town. He tried his best to shake of the sensation, but it was no use: something was happening in the city.

It was when he came to that conclusion that a family came running past him, a mother and her son.

“Wait, Jenga wait!” The mother called out to her son as she came to a sudden stop, their clothes were torn, their faces stained with tears. “Excuse me…you!” She was calling out to Taro, “You’re…a warrior aren’t you?” Taro turned to the woman, she appeared to be staring intently at the sheathed weapon hanging from his belt loop.

(( Taro’s Theme Rose of May

“Yes…why do you ask?” He examined the two of them closely, the boy’s knees were scraped and still bleeding. “What’s going on here?” Violet eyes narrowed with concern.

“Those black monsters…!” The boy hollered out, “There’s so many of them here!” His hazel eyes started to swell with tears.

“Nobody can fight them…we don’t stand a chance.” The mother crouched down to get at eye level with her son, gently, she wrapped her arms around him and caressed his head.

“The Heartless are here?” In the young man’s mind, the image of Zekkai’s letter flashed through his mind. “The fate of the world…” He recited a sentence from the piece of paper to himself. “Are the other townspeople safe? Or…” His voice trailed off, not wanting to speak the entirety of latter.

“We don’t know, we’ve heard that a lot have headed for the mansion in the woods…but,” The mother bit her lip, “What if those monsters got to them too?” She squeezed her son tight, never wanting to let go.

“I’ll take you there.” Taro unsheathed his blade, with the tip pointed downwards he held it towards them. “I came here to find someone…but all of that can wait. I swear, I’ll protect the both of you with my life.” There was a sort of passion in his eyes. When Taro made a promise, he would keep it, no matter what stood in the way of that.

The mother looked at Taro with wide eyes, she was speechless.

“Heh…trust me. I’m pretty strong.” Taro grinned.

* * *

The blue haired mage healed him at his command, and she did a fine job. The inferno of pain had subsided into a dull burn, nothing he couldn’t fight through.

"Are you alright now?"She asked him, looking back. Zekkai only smirked and rose back to his feet. As he stepped next to her he pumped both of his arms, busted out his squats and adjusted his hat, all in preparation for his counter attack.

“You did a pretty good job.” The champ praised her, not only for her healing of him, but also for her attack on the darkside—she made it move. The Heartless had created some sort of portal, and tiny shadows were just pouring out, they were like roaches. With a bored sigh, he called one of his blades of light to his left hand. “Let’s try this…” He held his right hand just a hair away from the center of the blade (if he touched it his hand would probably melt), as he did, fierce bolts of lightning like energy shot from his palm. Seconds later, the entire blade was covered with the same energy as his hand was.

Without warning, he chucked the weapon into the center of where the Heartless were coming, causing a storm of electricity-like attacks to spread from it, all around, shadows exploded into wisps of harmless black smoke.

“Those ice attacks you did a minute ago looked like they hurt it…I’m gonna try something,” He stretched out his left arm, all over, bits of white light gathered from the air. “I’ll need a lot of it…” In a flash of light, a giant shuriken (like, two sizes bigger than Yufies big one) appeared in front of them, spinning at an alarming speed, it was stationary for now, but it was just begging to be thrown towards the darkside.

“I’m aiming right for the head, I want you to ice it over when I launch it, that way, even if I miss, that ice’ll do something to it.” He looked down at the portal where the shadows were, more were coming, and fast. “Damn Groundlings!”

(Hurry up and kill it!)

The Darkside lifted its fist and raised his head. Again, the creature needed to attack. The black fist swatted at Rio.

***

A man's voice boomed from behind the woman and her son, apparently to add to Taro's statement.
"And yet you've been sauntering around pointlessly! How are you supposed to get anything done without focus." Boots came forwards along with dense, simple dungarees. A plain grey shirt underneath with a silver chest-plate, immaculately kept. His right arm was covered in a knight's gleaming armour. As was his other fist. The eyes had black irises but white hair, held back in a pony-tail.
"Better yet! A proper haircut." He continued to walk onwards, grabbing Taro under the arm then dragging him along. "Still, best I'm going to get dealt under the circumstances." He turns his head back to the woman.
"Come if your desperate too but you have got to be ready to run or hide at a moments notice, understood?"

Taro was taken-aback as the fellow dragged him along, as if Taro's opinion on the matter was completely irrelevant. After a few feet of the endeavor, Taro broke free of the strange man’s grasp.

“Who the hell are you?” He spared him to protests about how he preferred his hair in this style, only because for some reason he felt like he couldn’t win the argument even if he tried to. Taro examined the way he was dressed, decked out in extremely durable looking armor. “You look like you’re ready for a war…” He grimaced. “Is it that bad out there?” Taro watched with a bit of relief as the Jenga and his mother came running towards them.

“So?” Taro awaited the man’s answer, somewhat impatient.

[[I’m gonna wait till displacer posts to finish of the darkside]]

Rio listened to the mans praise and couldn't help but smile. She watched as he launched an attack that decimated the shadows. He commented on her ice attacks being effective before stretching out his hand and forming a giant shuriken. “I’m aiming right for the head, I want you to ice it over when I launch it, that way, even if I miss, that ice’ll do something to it.” said the man to Rio.

"Got it." she said in quick reply. Rio noticed that the Darkside was sending its fist flying straight for her. She leaped backwards, just barely missing the gigantic fist. Landing gracefully on her feet, she looked to where the fist collided with the ground. There was a huge impact crater. "That...could have been bad..." she said to herself. "Lets get this over with." she called out to the man as she ran back next to him. She was getting back into the groove of the music, waiting for him to throw the massive shuriken.

[OOC: Sorry for the late reply.]

She looked to be ready enough, and with the way she dodged that hit, it only reassured him that she wouldn't let him down with this combination.

"Lets get this over with."

Zekkai smirked, "I couldn't have said it any better myself." And with that, he launched the shiruken at the darkside, it was headed straight for the creature's head.

Rio watched as he launched the shuriken straight for the Darksides head. When the moment was just right she used her magic and began to ice over the shuriken. The already massive weapon more than tripled in size, despite the increase in mass, it continued flying straight for the head.