Aqua flinched, just slightly, at the sound of bones cracking as the Dark Thing hit the ground–and partly for the way his weird, warped cry grated on the inner ear. But it wasn’t out of pity. She’d long since had pity beaten out of her.
The moment the tendrils whipped out, she knew there would be too many of them to dodge from the ground. She backflpped into the air, magic coalescing around her, her focus so battle-honed that she no longer needed certain call-words. This was one of those times, as Wind magic carried her off of the ground as she righted rightside-up again, and hovered just out of the tendrils’ reach.
Wind whipped up her lengthening, split-end blue hair as she hovered, and brought Master Keeper to bear, pointing it down at the Dark Thing. Her face was sealed into a grimace: hard, merciless, judging.
Spears of light descended from the sky, slamming into the earth around the Dark Thing, cracking it open as the magic buried itself into the dirt. A cage of Light spears formed around the creature, entrapping it in a space ten feet wide.
There. That should hold it. With its leg frozen, it couldn’t jump over the twenty-foot-high bars, and if it was an Unversed or some derivative of Van’s Dark powers, she didn’t have to kill it this way. She could just…leave it here until Vanitas came to collect it. Surely he would realize this one was going off-mission…he had awareness of those foul things, didn’t he?
Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she cared anymore. Aqua delicately lighted upon the earth, and turned to walk away.
Sora lashed out, stretching himself and his tendrils indiscriminately to try and reach for Aqua, the scent of her magic renewing itself with her Wind spells...and renewing his frenzy. Wind was battle, magic was fight or die, it was cold and merciless and the little Dark Thing he was knew it, knew it beyond all doubts, and knew that he needed to get rid of it if he were to prevent being caused more pain.
He stared up at Aqua, the barely-seen expression in the morphing, twisting shadows that formed him one of calculated, enraged intelligence.Too cold to be mindless, for all he was feral. He paused for a moment, dragging broken-healed-broken-healed-broken leg encased in ice up underneath him, looking at the ground and then at Aqua again, clearly calculating how high and how hard he had to jump to reach her.
Not that he ever got a chance.
Spears of Light did not faze him, for all they should have, considering what he was very obviously made of. It wasn’t until they slammed into the ground, making it rumble underneath him, knocking him around and sideways, adding the sound of his own shattering bones to the cracking of the earth, that he even paid attention to them.
Sora looked down at the ground, at the bars forming, and made a split-second decision. He gathered Darkness, gathered Thunder to him, and combined the two, shooting at the ground directly underneath him and leaping in the same instant, the explosion rocketing him upwards. His teeth were bared as he snapped his head up, aiming for the top of the burning pain terror Light cage he was in.
He screamed in pain as the bars finished forming, the amount of Light focused on the tiny area he was contained in burning him even as he reached for the bars, his quickly-formed spell having only gotten him halfway up the cage. He hissed, spitting blood, as he came in contact with the Light, clawed hands wrapping around the bars as his feet somehow managed to find purchase on the slick surface. It burnt him. It added the sickening smell of seared flesh to the air, but Sora did not let go.
He climbed. Yes, it hurt, it hurt like his constantly-breaking bones couldn’t, the Light hammering at him with each movement, each touch brushing against his skin, but he still climbed. He’d moved through worse.
But at the same time, it was enough of a jolt that something else came into his expression. Something beyond the enraged creature that showed its intelligence in movement only. He blinked, wetness coming to those unholy yellow orbs he was forced to call eyes, as pain worked its way through the shroud in his mind, jolting him enough to give the boy, the god inside the Darkness, a slight hold over his rampaging power again.
It left him sliding down the Light bars until he touched the ground again, left him gripping them then, holding still despite the smoke -- not Darkness, that was definitely smoke -- wafting from his skin, as he sought out Aqua as she turned away.
Harsh, growled words, sounding more like a legion of the ghosts of tortured children than a single boy, ripped themselves from Sora’s throat, hissed through bared fangs.
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