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Fight in the halls! o_o

Bust into MY room, will you?! --harass kids and threaten me? OH HELLS NO YOU DID NOT!

[Axel, dear Axel is on the war path. A certain bald man calling himself 'Master Xehanort' has invaded the red-head's room not only once, but twice. And with the second time, has knocked a boy unconscious with godonlyknows what sort of mindfuckery. Having currently kicked the cue-ball out of his room with a patent Sparta-kick and slamming the door on him, Axel moves the child (

achromaticly ) to his bed--returning outside to kick some serious old-man hindside.]

(ooc: Continuation on this thread)

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Master Xehanort didn't know what to think of this. His body must still be tired from the journey. But even if he wasn't at full power he was still stronger than this weakling. But he would toy with this one, tests the extents of his power in this world. He amused himself with a thought. Extending his hand out he grabbed at the air and suddenly there was a trembling behind the red-haired man sounding like a small stampede. Suddenly the closet door burst open and an avalanche of boots shot at the red-haired target slamming him against the opposing wall of the corridor and down the hall several meters. Xehanort snorted with a dark laugh.

[--and down Axel goes, attacked by the same damn boots he put so much faith into! But you know what? He wasn't the sort of guy to easily back up. Baldie want a fight? He was going to get one.

--knocking himself free of the pile of boots, Axel jumped back, grounding himself in a kneel, quite literally throwing baseketball-sized fireballs at the other. They could get bigger, and oh--they did. Of Axel's 'Rules of Combat', within the top five there was 'Leave innocents out of it'. Baldie had crossed that rule and straight into Axel's crosshairs.

This wasn't going to be pretty.]

Master Xehanort was surprised by this sudden barrage of fireballs, having barely cast a shield in time to protect him from the infernal onslaught.
With his free hand he grasped through the air and shot a powerful array of lightning at the red-haired target electrocuting everything in it's path and shattering all the lights in it's path and setting the area between them into near darkness. Master Xehanort like the dark, he flourished in it.

[With the charge and crackle of electricity, the hairs on the back of Axel's neck prickled up and from experience sparring with their twelfth; Larxene, he knew what came next wasn't going to feel good.

So he ducked, dropping flat to the ground as fast as he could, falling onto the pile of boots.

Rubber soles. Nice.

Now, it wasn't like the pile negated the charge. Oh no--but it took the edge off at least, leaving behind an aching, frazzled, but still very much alive Axel. And the next time Axel retreated back instep, he cast some light on the situation and lit the pile--leaving the entire hallway reeking of melting rubber and burning leather.]

Where the hell do you get off doing that to kids? [--he shouts, standing at ready to attack again--the air around him heating, ready for combustion on his mark.]

[Master Xehanort not taking a liking to this scent sent a flurry of ice and wind through the hall and across the floor extinguishing the blaze and clearing the scent and leaving the walls looking like cracked glass and the floor a jagged and dangerous terrain to tread.]

"You foolish one trick pony! All I did was search the boys mind. It merely exhausted him. He'll wake up in the morning feeling a little dizzy, but nothing worse than a mild hangover. But your experience with power seems limited to merely setting things ablaze. Your narrow scope leave you foolish and limited."

[the whole time Master Xehanort holds a shield spell in waiting for sudden attack]

--it was none of your business what's in his memories! [Axel snaps back, giving the situation a quick once-over. What did he have? --a pile of wet, ruined boots... a hallway turned ice-skating rink, too dangerous to navigate... a--

Wait a minute.

Axel grinned and the hall went up in flames again--the fires racing up the sides of the walls, across the ceiling and over the frozen carpeting. It turned the whole hall into a veritable rainstorm. Another flash of fire and it was steam, clogging the area like a sauna.

Screw fire for attacking! He was going to punch the bastard's nose in! So he did precisely that--or at least made a fast lunge for the man, fist clenched and ready to bash him good~]

[Master Xehanort clapped his hands in front of him igniting the shield in front of the Red-haired fool stopping him in his tracks and leaving a great spherical indentation from every direction; ceiling, floor, and walls. (he was no longer right next to the room he'd been in before, so Roxas remained safe and asleep, though Master Xehanort no longer cared about that, he'd gotten what he wanted.)

"My goodness, you're going to milk that Fire trick of yours for everything it's worth. Okay, you like fire, what about this?"

[And with his hands now flat to the Red-haired man, Black fire spread through the corridor consuming everything, air, wall, water, steam, and boot. Master Xehanort laughed maniacally as the all consuming dark flame shot toward his target.]

[And this was where Axel would run.

RUN. LIKE. HELL.

Now, luckily for Axel, he was no average joe. For all of the thirteen that had lived through the Deus project, not only did they carry their elemental powers, but they were substantially stronger and faster than the normal human being.

Which seriously helped when you were up to your elbows in OH SHI--

So Axel ran his pretty ass down the hall.]

An out--an out! Come on you damn dressing room! WORK!

[And as particular and constricting as the dressing room could be, it was also very, very giving. A doorway appeared not too much further down from Axel and he threw the door open immediately slamming the door behind him. Before him was a plain hallway, lit, but with nothing more than the door behind him and a door at the end.

So he ran...

And at the end, he grabbed hold of the knob hard, threw the door open...

--and wound up not too far from where he'd started--in truth, just behind his attacker. And in opening the door so quickly and with so much force... he effectively nailed Master Xehanort in the back of the head. Win.]

with a Ferocity, Master Xehanort turned immediately and grabbed the hand which had just dared to touch him. He didn't understand what had just happened, or how fire boy got behind him, but he was determined to squash this bug, or at least... send it far away. His eyes glowed a ferocious amber and the whites turned black.]

"Goodbye, whatever your name is..."

[and with that, darkness extended through him and covered the red-haired figure, creeping up his arm and eventually covering his body in living darkness and a moment later evaporated into nothingness, to reappear wherever, Master Xehanort did not care, as long as it was away.]

[I suppose the curious thing about this place is that you can't leave it, so after speeding through every shadow in this curious place, Axel would discover he'd traveled an hour through an inescapable roller coaster of living, groping, probing darkness, and reappear who knows where.]

[One moment, Axel was within the dressing room proper, standing on scorched carpet, having slammed a door open on a strange and violent bald man...

--and the next, he was gone, but not completely. Still caught within the confines of the dressing room, Axel was lost to the darkness. And for the sake of brevity and the stomachs of those out there, his mun will simply leave it to the point that it was Not A Very Nice Experience.

After some time, the dressing room seemed to realize the thorn in it's paw, and spat Axel back out--

...and into the pool.

Axel cursed, struggling through the water, barely pulling himself out onto the pool deck before collapsing. He coughed, hacking up the water he'd swallowed down upon impact and curled up onto his side.

No--he swore to himself that he would never, ever return to that hellish venue again...

And those pancakes from breakfast earlier?

He lost those.

Someone might want to clean it up...]

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