⊰♕—”It’s happening again..” The brunet muttered to the vacant room as he slowly pushed himself up from off the floor, still feeling very weak from whatever must have attacked him. This little dizzy spells had been happening to him for over three months now, and it seemed like it just wasn’t getting any better. Finally standing on his own two feet, leaning against the nearest wall. Sora rubbed his eyes, feeling the black liquid against his skin. “What is going on..and where is everyone..?” He asked himself while ignoring the murky substance he whipped away from his face. There was just so much to be done, and fighting the heartless was one of them.
⊰♕—”What in tha—?” He blurted out as one of the King Behemoth walked around in the distance. It was massive, as large as one of the ground shakers from the Pride Lands. Sora took a deep breath trying to capture the balance he lost not to long ago. “That can’t be good, but I don’t see anyone else around here—except maybe..” There must have been a storm coming, because there wouldn’t have been the gray skies. It was like someone was summoning the thunder themselves, but who on earth would have been able to do such a thing. Curiosity caught his attention, as he began to run towards the monster and soon to be warrior.
It was never too early nor too late to get in some training. The soldier moved swiftly, eliminating all enemies in her path. It seemed to be a pastime, but she enjoyed it. It allowed her to release all the frustration, anger and irritation that was contained in her sturdy form.
But it seemed as though bring on her own wasn’t wise, as several large King Behemoth’s wandered around her. Shit. She watched carefully and closely; they wouldn’t get the jump on her. One of the beasts lunged forward, only to miss and catch a blade to the side. Perhaps a summon was necessary.
Taking out the rose shaped crystal, Lightning tossed it into the air, jumped up and with her gunblade, sliced into it; sending it shattering. The skys progressively turned grey as a bright pink aura surrounded her. “—- Odin!” As if on cue, lightning and thunder clashed, a storm brewing right above her. And then, as a devoted guardian to the militaristic woman, Odin came to her side, his large, mechanic form stood tall, blade drawn.
