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Rania stopped mid-aim of her pistol when the man summoning the heartless mentioned that he was finished and would leave them a gift, but not before mentioning that the key wielders had apparently been defeated. Rania almost felt her heart skip a beat and drop like a rock immediately at the news. Her grip on her rapier tightened, as her eyes started to fill with rage.

"They've fallen? No, no that's not true!" she screamed as she charged at the appearing heartless as she slashed and shot her way through the crowd of them, trying to catch the mysterious, yet departing person who said that. "He's not gone! Dante isn't gone! He wouldn't let anything like some heartless destroy him!" She shouted. Her thoughts of one of her oldest friends in her family, the grandson of Squall 'Leon' Leonhart, started to well up as she heard shortly before she begun training that he was leaving to learn the ways of the keyblade.

But knowing that he might be dead, or worse turned to darkness was more then she could bear. She fought back her tears, reminding herself that there was a battle to be finished as she fought the rest of the heartless with Derran and the new recruit, Azoth, she believed his name was. Even after they finished fighting off the heartless, she would hold back any tears until she managed to find a quiet, secluded area to let loose her tears.

"Alright, I need a damage report Derran, and drag Mr. Sleepyhead along for the ride. After that, why not just take your time in getting it back to me to make sure there are no casualties." She firmly, yet shakingly stated.