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

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GrizzlyEatsKids:
Leon

Earth!

Leon slammed his keyblade into the ground. He realized, as soon as it hit, that it wouldn't have the effect that it normally did, as he was on soft sand, not hard ground. A mass of sand flew up in the air, shrouding their battle. Leon was able to see before he went into the cloud of sand, and easily took down own of the distracted Nocturnes, knocking a deep gash into his leg. As the Nocturne fell, Leon dislodged Animus from his leg and smashed the blade into his head, effectively killing him. Leon twisted around, hearing the word, "Fire!," come from behind him. He held his keyblade in front of him, so that the blade of the ax-like weapon was pointed towards the ground. The ball of fire hit the keyblade, knocking Leon back, but the spell was luckily deflected by Leon's keyblade. Leon ran up to the Nocturne, who thought he had hit Leon with the Fireball and was now running in Leon's direction, and bent down, bending down and ramming his shoulder into the Nocturne's stomach, throwing his opponent to the ground. Before he could make another sound, Leon dispatched the Nocturne with Animus. The sand was now clearing as Leon searched for the third Nocturne, who had had to find before the guy could alert others like the first Nocturne Leon had taken out.

Ugh!

A force came from behind Leon, slamming into his back and knocking him into the sand.

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

How could this happen? First this attack by the Nocturnes, then this?

Soul recalled what had transpired after he entered the left wing infirmary. He turned into the doorway to see Genie and Jasmine standing next to a bed which could only house Celine. What happened? And where's Aladdin?


-Hows that-

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan
Tylan leaped sideways, an axblade burying itself deep into the sand Tylan had been standing on seconds before. Taking full advantage of the situation the blunette send the axblade flying with a kick, leaping into the air and bringing his left heel around smashing the opposing warriors chest in with a thunderous roundhouse. The burly man fell and didn't rise again. Tylan wiped sweat off his brow, before turning towards a group of three. "Oh goody..."

Tylan managed to dispatch of the tallest in the group of three quickly, shattering his spine and finishing him with a kick to the temple. The other two proved more difficult. They advanced on him at once. He ducked a slice form a dirk, knocking the mans legs out from under him.

The blunette whipped around to face his other opponent, and he winced as cold steel dug into his thigh. "Ballerina caint dance without his legs cain he?" Tylan's only response was to grunt, and try to weakly kick his opponent. He only succeeded in driving the blade deeper. Blood trailed down his legs, soaking the cuffs of his black jeans as it spilled onto the sand.

There was a shifting behind him, the other one getting back up he guessed, and then a snort. "Good job Blaine." And then, for good measure, the man who had just gotten up slammed the razor sharp tip of his dirk into Tylan's hip, spilling more of the crimson substance of life on the sand. Tylan could only bite his lip, refusing to show his pain to an enemy.

One of the men grabbed the collar of his shirt, dangling him above the ground. "Thais ais the best the nocturnes got?" He laughed, and then threw Tylan, who hit the ground finally releasing a scream of pain as he landed on his side, just driving the blades deeper. 'So this is how it ends....'

Warren

Warren was nearing the leader, no longer even trying to blend in. He had just summoned Karumanai, shooting rays of light in all directions, streaks of black shooting down his hair, when something heavy collided with the back of his head, sending him to his knees.; Dark Warren choked out a threat, before another blow hit him in the head, and he faded into unconsciousness.

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Protan

Protan finally made it out of the crowd of morons, and rubbed the side of his face, where a bruise rested. Some random guy punched him square in the face, and Protan felt he had no idea who he was. Now that he was out of the crowd, though, he regained his focus, and confirmed that he never seen the man before.

Those morons! Some spy is in the crowd doing who knows what, while they fight amongst themselves! God... if only...

His thoughts were interrupted by yells of pain not too far off. He face-palmed Ow., it's obvious they're using the confusion for a sneak attack. He looked into the crowd, they were too busy yelling at each other to notice. Protan walked towards the direction, keyblade in hand and his guard up. If you want something done right, do it yourself...

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan
Tylan mentally scolded himself, if he was going to die, at least was going to go with some honor. He struggled to his feet, before collapsing once again in a pool of blood. The men laughed. "He cain't even get up! The baig baid Cavalry member reduced to a pile of jelly!"

Tylan set his jaw and watched as a man..Skittle! 'I thought this couldn't get any worse.'

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