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[and terrorize he will, drawing his Keyblades and slicing through them like butter, secretly happy for the opportunity to fight. he belatedly feels those astronomical Darkness levels, and wonders if he's stepping into some sort of trap]

[they hadn't counted on their fun to end so abruptly. the unversed may be forced to dissipate, but their essence simply returns to their source. vanitas, still hidden, is watching intently. sora's a keyblade wielder and a powerful one at that. yet vanitas wouldn't be the least bit interested after the first few moments of watching him if it weren't for the bit of recognition that there's something more within the boy.]

Ventus.

[he teleports several yards ahead of sora, but he hasn't summoned the void gear.]

[cue Sora's eyes widening, eyebrows shooting up. he has never seen a Vanitas before, but he is immediately thrown by the armor, similar to that of Riku, and of his replica.]

No, Sora.

[the boy doesn't seem to be fazed but the correction.

suddenly: laughter. menacing, disturbing laughter.]

How long have you been hiding, Ventus?

[well that just right pisses him off, and his eyes narrow]

Can't you hear? It's Sora!

[his collects himself, the laughter fading. his stance suggests he's more apt to lounge than to fight.]

I hear you, Sora, but you're not the one I'm interested in. It's the other one I want... or aren't you aware of your parasite?

What? You're crazy. What are you going on about?

[he looks very confused now, and puts his blades down, though they don't disappear yet]

[he laughs again, but it's short.]

Ventus is a stowaway in your heart. Release him, or let me do it for you.

[he's getting a little stampy]

Who is Ventus?! What do you mean, 'release him'?! There's no one inside of me!

[you might as well be able to hear his smirk.]

Idiots must be drawn to each other.

[vanitas teleports behind sora, void gear suddenly in hand, and tries to strike him—right through the heart.]

[yeah, he has to think pretty quickly, and dodgerolls out of harm's way before the blade can strike his back, his own blades crossing in front of him. his eyes are full of warning]

The true idiot is the one who thinks it'd be that easy to strike me down.

[laughter.]

Don't hold back.

[with that, he starts into a run, void gear gripped to swing at sora again.]

[he bends at the knees to stabilize himself, still ohso confused what this is all about, but he's not one of the DR's lower-level Soras by any means, easily avoiding your blade with a well-placed high jump, going on the offensive when he lands. he places mines around himself, before casting a high level Blizzaga on you]

[vanitas recognizes sora's power, but he isn't fazed by it for a second. while sora may very well be stronger than him, vanitas still has his surprising endurance and agility on his side. he plants his feet firmly on the ground to get a strong base of support, using his keyblade to block the blizzaga spell. ice shatters against void gear, and vanitas is pushed about a foot backward by the force. leaping into the air, he fires dark lightning bolts at sora.]

[well that's something new, and he doesn't anticipate it. he blocks as best as he can, but some of those strikes still land. he may be especially strong against you with physical attacks, but he's highly prone to Dark-related strikes.]

... the heck is that?!

[don't waste your breath, sora. vanitas doesn't answer. he lands back on the floor and appears to be taking aim at sora.]

[well he's coming back at you now, incredibly fast, with his blades swinging dangerously at his sides before crossing again on level with your chest. he doesn't know who you are, but he's pretty sure you aren't gonna be friends.]

[vanitas thinks he'll be able to land his shot before sora gets to him, so he doesn't try to block the attack until it's already landing on him. he's struck. vanitas is thrown off of his feet. the weight of his body hitting the hard flooring makes a disturbing fwump sound.]

[Sora is... surprised to say the least, and stays a safe distance away to see if you get up. suddenly, his chest feels tight, the feeling he gets when he 'remembers' something that's Roxas has seen. except this time, it doesn't feel like Roxas. Sora is coming over to remove your helmet.]

[he lies there, still, but the moment sora reaches to remove the helmet, vanitas erupts back into laughter.]

Ventus! You can't hide forever!

[you sure are a laughing s.o.b. his hand draws back from the helmet for a moment, but when his fingers connect with the smooth obsidian surface, he nearly reels from a splitting ache in his temple]

Ahh!

[and there's his opening. vanitas thrusts the void gear up towards sora with every intention of driving it through his chest.]

[he's still in pain, but he barely manages to grab the shaft of void gear, pushing back with all his might to protect his chest and conjures a defensive spell]

Protect!

[he gets back onto his feet, not immediately striking, but instead taking aim at sora again and using his shotlock. a triad of crystals surround vanitas. rays burst forth from them, focusing together to become one giant beam of dark energy just for sora.]

[oh good, just his favorite flavor of energy. unfortunately for you, they just bounce off of the shield he conjured. he smiles.]

[Where there are Unversed, there's a derp! A derp trying his best to trash them, of course.]

[the energy of the defeated unversed come back to the masked boy, who boredly watches the performance. honestly, ventus, why don't you just get to the heart of the problem?

you've got three tank topplers about to blow. think fast, ventus. what do you do?]

[Oh crap!

Yeah, Ven's keeping his distance from those Tank Tooplers, although he'll at least try to get behind him so he can blast Blizzaga at 'em.]

Ugh...

[Older fellow here, looking at the Unversed like they just crawled out of something. Place freaking stinks of Dark. Not his day, obviously.]

[that is one ugly mug. with a face like that, how could any day be his day?

nevertheless, unversed are coming at him from all directions with every intention of making him uglier.]

[Fff. Can't all be pretty boys around here... He snarls under his breath, and starts blasting the nearest with magic.]

[oh my, he snarls too. the magic knocks a bruiser over, but another one is already swinging at the scarred geezer.]

[Dammit! He jumps back, heavy boots thudding on the floor - not the most agile of fellows, this one, but hopefully it should take him out of that one's immediate range?]

[out of one's range and into another's. felicius will have to be faster if he wants to avoid being crushed by this horde of unversed. the bruiser that had previously fallen is headed his way, as are a tank toppler, two scrappers, and a few of the flood.]

[Argh, again? Right. Another blast of magic to at least clear some of those Flood away, and it's keyblade time. He'd hoped he wouldn't have to break it out around here, but...

Well. Not much option.]

[the flood dissipate, but that bruiser is going to try to give the keyblade wielder a hug that'll squeeze the breath right out of him if he allows it!]

[He happens to like breathing, thank you. He's been through a lot to allow himself to keep doing it. So, dodging, coming around the side to lunge in and strike...]

[the bruiser perishes. these kinds of unversed aren't too difficult to handle, provided one has the strength to do it. but the mimic master swooping towards the man, its book in flames, might require a bit more than muscle.]

[Right. Okay. Not going to get out on speed, so going to block it, or try to at least. Key raised to try and push it back...]

[the unversed struggles against the keyblade for a moment, before turning and landing on the ground. there'll be a brief moment in which the mimic master is left open to attack, and then pages shoot from the book to surround and protect the creature as it begins to fire its blinding gyro lasers.]