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[RP] Kingdom Hearts: War of Worlds|Olympus Coliseum|Time:N/A|Weather:N/A

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GrizzlyEatsKids:
Leon

Sorry I run as fast as a normal human.

Leon left it as that, returning to the mission at hand.

Maybe it's best if we split up; cover as much ground as possible and preventing drawing so much attention to ourselves.

He nodded, liking his idea.

We can try to regroup once we get to the Nocturnes, though, so we won't get overwhelmed by numbers. If push comes to shove, we should just try to avoid getting too far apart.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan
Tylan nodded. "Fine by me, you couldn't keep up anyways." And then he turned, rushing towards a group of Nocturnes arguing. His left foot slid forward, throwing up a veil of sand, which he disappeared behind.

A moment later he burst forward, leaping high into the air above the two Nocturnes, left foot hurtling towards the skull of one, right foot already preparing to take the other. If all went well, he would be fast enough to take them both out silently.

(So, how is it decided if this all goes well or not?)

WhistfulSoul:
Soul
Where's Aladdin? Soul burst into the castle, asking the first maid he saw. When she gave no response, he asked What about Genie? The woman only said "Infirmary, left wing" before scampering off.

Soul could only guess where to go from there, but as soon as he got to the left wing, he could hear Genie's voice and laughter from where he was standing. Now all he had to do was follow it.

GrizzlyEatsKids:
Leon

Leon made his way around to a single Nocturne. He swung at the man's shoulder with Animus. It silently crashed into his shoulder, blood splattering on Leon's face and shirt, nonetheless sending the man crunching to the ground. He caught a glimpse of his attacker, and began to holler out for backup. Leon delivered a sharp blow to the man's head with his foot, knocking him unconscious, before turning to face the three reinforcements that now charged towards him.

Great...

Leon crouched slightly, the muscles in his body tensing as he prepared for the oncoming attack.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan

Blood stained the sand as Tylan's boot collided with the first man temple, his skull shattered by the force of the blow. He fell to the ground instantly, like a pile of bricks. Tylan froze. No matter how tough he talked, he had just killed a human being. Someone that breathed the same air he did, who saw the same sky he did. This was no heartless who vanished in a puff of black smoke. This was a real man. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't...."

That was all the other Nocturne needed. He recklessly threw himself forward, throwing off his cloak and pulling a curved claymore free. With strength only a scared man possessed he brought the sword down at his blue haired adversary.

Reflexes were the only thing that saved Tylan. He ducked, simultaneously dodging the claymore and sweeping his right leg forward, sending the man tumbling to the ground. "P-please... I have family waiting on me at home, friends..." Tylan noted the man had an accent. Twilight town, if he had to guess.

"Then you should have stayed with them." And Tylan brought his left foot forward, ending the man the same way he had ended his friend. With a kick to the temple. Then he whispered a prayer to whatever god was out there, fought back tears, and swallowed the lump in his throat as he strode to find more enemies.

Warren

Warren strode silently forward, swinging a punch or shouting something obscene here and there to seem inconspicuous. His goal was easy: the leader of the nocturnes. He just had to get there. No fight, he would just stab him in the back, and hurry away. It would throw the army into uncertainty. Sure, they were fighting, but it would make them wonder who had been daring enough to put a blade in their leaders back. And uncertainty was the friend of someone like Warren. He thrived on it.

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