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NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Protan

He was about to question what he meant, when he heard a big booming voice not too far from their position. Protan looked up after hearing Jafar yell at the nocturnes that the deal was off(which did not shock him), and he hurled a rain of fire down at them along with a large ball of fire. One of the smaller flames were hurling towards him. He jumped out of the way, and it burned the sand  right where he was standing.

Either that was bad luck or he's trying to kill me specifically.

He saw another figure jump to Tylan, and he handed him a mega potion. Protan recognized him, he was another nocturne warrior. He was about to yell, but an idea came across his mind, but now was not the time or place.

Here's our options, we either try to kill each other now, or we can run away from the murder-happy genie who wants to kill us all with fire.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan
Tylan struggled to move his arm, reaching for the Hi-potion. He finally grasped it with the tips of his fingers, sliding it closer. Finally he managed to raise it, pouring a small amount down his throat. The effect was immediate. His eyes got sharper, his senses clearer and some of his strength returned. With his left hand, Tylan reached down, and wrapped his fingers around the hilt of one of the blades.  Tylan grit his teeth and prepared himself, then ripped the blade out.

Tylan choked back a scream, before shakily taking his hand to the other blade. The taste of blood filled Tylan's mouth as he bit down, and ripped the blade out. Tylan did scream this time, but quickly forced it down, spraying Hi-potion on both wounds. The pain disappeared quickly, leaving pale white scars. The blunette winced as he stood up, then threw himself to the side, rolling back to his feet. Fire engulfed where he had stood, and he smirked. He never wanted to remember that spot anyways.although the smell of seared blood and flesh was sickening. (The man Tylan had killed had been hit by the flames.)

Tylan turned towards Protan. "Cowardly bastard. The options are: I kill you now, or we work together and try to take Hot Red over there down."

Xaylind
Xaylind watched Protan and the blue-haired man begin bickering, and turned away. Sword in right hand dagger in left, Xaylind strode toward Jafar. He had a job to do; protect the Nocturnes.

Warren
Warren threw his hands forward in an 'X', trying to defend himself. Warren closed his eyes, preparing to die...when a metallic clang split the air. He opened his eyes and noticed two keyblades in his hand.

The first, gripped in his left, was pure white. The hilt was shaped like a star, a bar with finger indention's in between it to use as a grip. A long white rod led into a pentagram, the five tips all razor sharp. The keyblade glowed with a holy light.

The other, gripped in his right, was pure black. The hilt reminded him of that of a pirate sword, and it too had a long onyx rod. But unlike the other, it's twin, this one was tipped with a flat, circular disk that looked to be 6' in diameter. Short, deadly blades covered every inch of the disk, like that of a power saw. It gave off the essence of death.

The blades felt like they belonged in Warren's hands. He smirked, and then shoved his dopplegangers backwards. He would win.

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Protan swished his keyblade and pointed it towards Tylan, unfazed by the insult, but with seriousness in his eyes.

Let's get one thing straight you blue-haired rodent, the only reason you've won that battle last time was because I foolishly let my guard down.

He kept the glare for five seconds before lowering his blade and sighing. He knew they couldn't just run, there are many consequences that would come with that. However, the fireball from earlier disrupted his thoughts, so now he can see clearly what needed to be done. This time, he spoke a bit more calmly.

Don't call me a coward, and I wont call you a rodent. No matter how much I don't like it, we do need to work together. No matter how huge or powerful he is he must have some sort of weak point.

He thought for a moment, then an idea came to mind.

He's obviously too powerful for our abilities, I suggest we try to seal him with the lamp. The tricky part is finding it. But the last one to have it was our captain.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan
Tylan snorted. "The reason I won is because I'm better than you, Rainbow."

Tylan paused. "I know how we could find the lamp. Or at least, I know how. I can at least distract Hot Red for a little while, giving you time to search for the lamp. Question is, why should I trust you?"

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Protan smiled at the remark. Little did he know that was Protans favorite word.

I could ask you the same, how do I know you wont just run back to Agrabah and leave us here to die before he gets to you? I am not a coward, I only think before I act.

He paused a moment, something crossing his mind.

How are you supposed to distract that thing anyway? It's bigger than that palace over there.

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