The demon turned a withering glare upon the pair. Koios was still attacking his hand, aggravating the wound. It didn't seem to matter if the Nobody was actually hit - the sand always kept coming, a relentless plume that gritted and ground into him, and the Darkness just kept pouring out. Not one to let a possible advantage go to waste, Chernabog instinctively grabbed hold of it and sent it flying to engulf the Refugee and her summon. Bahamut quickly flew by them in warning before turning to face a new set of enemies: lesser Nobodies, Dragoons and Sorcerers.
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Date: 2011-07-18 03:12 pm (UTC)