While the Spine bit deep, the only sign of discomfort Chernabog deigned to show was a mere tightening of his fist around Aya. Darkness poured from the wound in waves. As his grip continued to tighten, the demon's intent became excruciatingly clear: he was going to crush her, and the serpent would follow shortly.
All at once, a veritable sandstorm rose into the air, engulfing every stray Heartless unfortunate enough to get in its path. The deluge surged upward, a giant swirling mass unhindered by any obstacle, until it finally reached the hand holding the famed Ice Wolf hostage. Forcing their way through Chernabog's dark fingers, the sand drove its way into the wound. At first, the demon simply ignored it. But as it began to grind in the wound, and more of it kept coming from seemingly nowhere, the pain easily forced its way to the forefront of his mind, along with the threat that the Denizens of Light posed. His fingers were gradually pushed open little by little.
Koios watched in dark satisfaction as enraged disbelief twisted Chernabog's face. Now was his chance. He slipped into a Corridor, reappearing further up in the air a second later to swipe at a Heartless pestering Quetzalcoatl, and entered another only to step out onto the demon's very hand. A sneer crossed the Nobody's face.
"This is what I think of you and Jagannatha leaving us all here to die," he told it conversationally, and swung his glass-tipped shovel like a sword at the fingers trapping the Refugee. This new wound, coupled with Aya's generous stab and his sand, was more than enough to make Chernabog release her, swatting instead at the Nobody. He started to fall, but instead of summoning a Corridor to take him to safety, Koios continued the assault on the demon, making full use of the abundant sand.
Down below, there wasn't a soul who failed to locate the source of their troubles. Grounded Heartless and Nobodies were backing everyone into corners. Still many stood to fight, as did one Refugee with a father and his family, both determined to protect those in the courtyard they currently stood in. The young woman stood favoring one leg, clutching her rapier defensively in trembling hands. In a spare moment, when the Heartless had their attention turned elsewhere, she pulled out a black stone, whispering, "Help them." With a bellow of challenge, Bahamut rose into the sky with Quetzalcoatl and struck immediately at the demon towering above them, careful to avoid hitting Aya and Koios. Narrowly evading a swipe from Chernabog's uninjured hand, the dragon veered around quickly to the other summon's side, biting and clawing at the creature's assailants.
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Date: 2011-07-18 02:41 am (UTC)All at once, a veritable sandstorm rose into the air, engulfing every stray Heartless unfortunate enough to get in its path. The deluge surged upward, a giant swirling mass unhindered by any obstacle, until it finally reached the hand holding the famed Ice Wolf hostage. Forcing their way through Chernabog's dark fingers, the sand drove its way into the wound. At first, the demon simply ignored it. But as it began to grind in the wound, and more of it kept coming from seemingly nowhere, the pain easily forced its way to the forefront of his mind, along with the threat that the Denizens of Light posed. His fingers were gradually pushed open little by little.
Koios watched in dark satisfaction as enraged disbelief twisted Chernabog's face. Now was his chance. He slipped into a Corridor, reappearing further up in the air a second later to swipe at a Heartless pestering Quetzalcoatl, and entered another only to step out onto the demon's very hand. A sneer crossed the Nobody's face.
"This is what I think of you and Jagannatha leaving us all here to die," he told it conversationally, and swung his glass-tipped shovel like a sword at the fingers trapping the Refugee. This new wound, coupled with Aya's generous stab and his sand, was more than enough to make Chernabog release her, swatting instead at the Nobody. He started to fall, but instead of summoning a Corridor to take him to safety, Koios continued the assault on the demon, making full use of the abundant sand.
Down below, there wasn't a soul who failed to locate the source of their troubles. Grounded Heartless and Nobodies were backing everyone into corners. Still many stood to fight, as did one Refugee with a father and his family, both determined to protect those in the courtyard they currently stood in. The young woman stood favoring one leg, clutching her rapier defensively in trembling hands. In a spare moment, when the Heartless had their attention turned elsewhere, she pulled out a black stone, whispering, "Help them." With a bellow of challenge, Bahamut rose into the sky with Quetzalcoatl and struck immediately at the demon towering above them, careful to avoid hitting Aya and Koios. Narrowly evading a swipe from Chernabog's uninjured hand, the dragon veered around quickly to the other summon's side, biting and clawing at the creature's assailants.