In A New York Minute: Light and Darkness

In A New York Minute: Light and Darkness
Date of Scene:	08 December 2012
Location:	Southern Manhattan
Synopsis:	Under the lead of Morrighan Alazne, the heartless surge forth in an attack on Xanatos' Eyrie Building directly. Of course, the man himself has planned for this and strikes back with the help of The Manhattan Clan, the Twilight Detective Agency, and various other heroes. Topped off with an appearance by King Mickey himself. Will light win the day? Or will darkness prevail?
Thanks to:	Stormfall - For GMing the heartless, Everyone else - For putting up with my newbie mistakes!
Cast of Characters:	Deidra, Will Sherman, David Xanatos, Sarafina Carenze, King Mickey, Stormfall, Kaydin, Morrighan Alazne, Brooklyn, Tom Magnusson, Han Su Li

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Morrighan Alazne has posed:
"Mhmhmhmhmhm~ I hope you have prepared yourself, Xanatos~" A certain dark elf spoke with an evil sneer. Standing before the Eyrie Building was Morrighan Alazne, arms crossed and looking rather pleased with herself. Behind her was a veritable horde of heartless. All ready and geared up to wage the perfect assault on one David Xanatos.

It would also seem that Baigan was not here. A shame, but that did not dampen her spirits. She did not need his help now after all. There was more than enough force to cover fopr his absence. Oh yes.

"Now, you all know the plan! Find one David Xanatos, and take him out! And while you do so, destroy ANYTHING in your path!" Getting fired up, the healer continued to make her 'rousing speech'. "I could not care less HOW it is done! Just do it! ...And DO have a good time while doing so~! NOW! We move!"

With everythin said and done. It was time. She turned her attention back to to the building and began to saunter her way over, followed by many a heartless. The time had come. And who knew how it would turn out?

Kaydin has posed:
Kaydin approaches Morrighan as she walks towards the building, in full dark knight armor as he remains behind Morrighan and a step to the left. "Seems the good captain has other arrangements. Care to have some protection?" He asks the dark elf as he waits for her response.

David Xanatos has posed:
The armor was like a second skin to him, and the enhancements made the weight feel nearly non existant. He stands at ease atop his Castle, and looks down at this, his city. A man in a suit, blonde hair, and glasses looks over to Xanatos and says in an even tone, "Mr. Xanatos, the Northern base is under attack, as is the Port and the Central Park Portal. We also appear to have our own siege heading our way."

The man nods and picks up the helmet sitting on teh crenalation of the tower he looks out from. "Just as I thought they would do Owen. I imagine the Manhattan Clan will rally once battle is joined so we have no need to contact them. Have a unit of Steel Clan ready to support Brooklyn and his though. Ready my unit."

He places the helmet on his head and the eyes flash red as power is now completed through the entire suit. The HUD displays a small image of the city marking the various attacks. "Owen. Order the AIr Battleships resting inte bottom of the harbor to reveal themselves. The Coast Guard with their modified ships and Marines will have to hold with their support. The Army has nearly Ten Thousand soldiers stationed there. Even with conventional arms they'll do their job. Luckily they'll have the support of the weapons I gave them." He rolls his shoulders and flexes the steel talons of his armor. "And Owen. Begin the evacuation."

Owen blinks and looks up. "The Evacuation sir?"

"Yes Owen. I'm confident we'll slow them down enough to allow the people to escape, but Manhattan is lost." He looks over to a blinking Owen and nods. "Don't worry Owen. Its all part of the plan." Then he leaps off the edge of the tower and spreads his metalic wings. Several untis of Steel Clan soldiers, painted to match his armor launch from the castle as well, along with scores of normal looking steel clans. He says evenly, and crisply over their comamnd net: "Attack."

Will Sherman has posed:
Xantos hits THE BUTTON.

Suddenly, Will Sherman is launched from a garbag dumpster to land right infront of Morrighan and Kaydin.

Then the Heartless are very apparent behind him. He looks up at the Dark Elf, and then at Kaydin. "MAN! I THOUGHT YOU WERE COOL BRO! I THOUGHT YOU WERE COOL! YOU ARE LIKE...TOTALLY ANTI-COOL!" Will says, doing what he does best.

Distraction.

When the plan is sprung, Will moves, aiming to duck low, roll towards Morrighan, and start doing what Will does best...

Distracting her with awful stench while he grabs the strings of fate, aiming to aid his allies any way he can... "OH MAN! SMELL WHAT I HAVE BEEN SLEEPING IN! OOOOOOH! I AM THE LEGENDARY HOBO LAD! FEAR MY HOBONESS!"

Stormfall has posed:
And swarm they do.

Heartless Role Call!

THe GOONS: Imposing hats and square shoulders, with piercing yellow eyes underneath fedoras. Entire families of Goon heartless shuffle their way towards the imposing height of the Eyrie building. Somewhere, the strings of the Godfather are playing, but who can say where they are coming from through the chaos. At least they brought the cannoli.

THE CROCODILES: Alongside the goons a slithering heap of Crocodile Heartless that snap and snarl, swarming underneath cars and from the sewers and the shadows of every alleyway. They come in violent shades of purple and magenta, blue and yellow and neon green, swirly eyes focused on the skyscaper.

Then-- Approach-- of the killer taxis!

A cacophony of noises as the streets are clogged to bursting with Heartless of all descriptions and types. Horns blare. Headlights flash and yellow and black forms SLAM into other cars, chasing after people and tearing up the street.

Deidra has posed:
With all that's happened to her she's still fromt his city, she has some power now she can try to use it to protect what she cares about. She'd been terrifed yet? The TDA had given a chance looked past what she was and she'd become one of them. She was air born making use of the winds to keep to the air she's been keeping with Will the Legendary Hobo Lad. She'd been seen dropping from the sky towards him, not landing on him but beside him.

The gargyole's eyes are glowing red and she's growling

"So this is what it's come to. Your are not welcome in this place."

Tom Magnusson has posed:
A command is given. From all over Xanatos' great tower, there is motion. But there is one spot in particular where there is in fact quite a bit more movement than most anywhere else. A gout of flame erupts from a nearby alleyway, surrounding what appears to be a pickup truck loaded to the brim with heavy barrels full of concrete. In the driver's seat, there is a stuffed scarecrow man, lead foot stomped heavy on the accelerator.

Riding on the hood is one Tom Magnusson, grinning like an idiot.

...As the truck goes to barrel toward the Heartless swarm.

"Right! Armageddon time! Will!" Tom roars, his muscles tightening atop the truck. "Backup's here!" The truck keeps barreling on forward from out and around the streets surrounding the tower, hurtling toward the awful monster festival. Somewhere, perhaps in Traverse Town, or even one of Scrooge McDuck's many financial institutions, an insurance salesman is sobbing.

And Tom, Tom just smiles, and gets ready to jump.

Brooklyn has posed:
The castle has been without a gargoyle presence for a while, unless you count the cold machines who rest there. Until today, it seems, as the situation has made for unlikely alliances. Xanatos' suit would undoubtedly detect Brooklyn before he pulls alongside of it, but the gargoyle does anyway. The red gargoyle looks to Xanatos, as he sails next to the armored human, "I still don't trust you, but that doesn't really matter right now, does it? The others are helping out across the city, but I'm here to make sure the castle survives this."

Brooklyn would give anything for Goliath to be back. He doesn't want to be the one who has to lead the clan through this, but what choice does he have? After making sure Xanatos knows he's there, he quickly peels away from the human and wheels around, heading down towards the Heartless.

Sarafina Carenze has posed:
How many times must Sarafina lose her home? Perhaps it will be the same number of times she has cost others theirs.

Sarafina has called upon Dion to evacuate the family to Traverse Town but she herself is staying to fight. There's too much of an obligation to the TDA--and certain mice--to abandon the scene entirely with no aid from the Carenze family. She flits through the air on her highly portable jetpack, landing near Will. But not too near. Because seriously, that smell. That smell is not a buff. That strange feeling when Will pulls on fatestrings hits her again but there's no time to question it.

"Baron." She says, striding forward and examining Kaydin and his elfy maid-crafting ally.

"I am Captain Sarafina Carenze." She says. "You surely both know the strange goings on in Baron right now." She says. "Baigan has not been himself and has been corrupted." She draws her chainsaw and points it towards the ground. "I ask not that you betray Baron, but abandon this fight. There will be no good coming from it. I can only afford this warning."

King Mickey has posed:
Manhattan has proven itself to be every bit as intimidating as one would expect, especially to a new arrival to the area.

Having received word of the impending heartless invasion, King Mickey has finally made it to the city of Manhattan. Unfortunately, it appears that the mouse has arrived a little to late to do anything to help stop the forces of the Shadow Lords from advancing further. Resting upon the roof of a nearby skyscraper, the keyblade master has chosen an excellent vantage point to survey the city from afar. He peers over the edge, watching as the forces of Xanatos Enterprises begin to mobilize, along with their enemy, The Heartless. With his weapon remaining sheathed, The King remains undetected by the darkness and carefully plans where he'll make his initial strike.

As the form of the young Will Sherman and others spring into action, Mickey continues to bid his time, watching the Heartless as they pour in and attempting to figure out where the largest concentration of force will be.

Morrighan Alazne has posed:
The dark knight behind her was giving a brief glance and a small nod. "Ah, yes, I suppose. The more force we have, the better our chances to crush these fools where they stand." A evil smile was then drawn upon Morrighan's face as she replied to Kaydin. "Regardless of whether or not the good captain is here, we will do plenty even without him."

And glance upwards was then given upwards as she could spot movement rapidly descending from the skies. "....Well now, it seems that the man himself is gracious enough to bring the party to us. How utterly convenient~" A haughty laugh was given as the heartless at her command began to mobilize. She would leave them to their devices. They knew their goals. Take out Xanatos and anyone inbetwen, and devours any hearts in sight.

It was then however that a loud crash brought her attention back down to ground level. A rather.....unpresentable man is launched to the ground before her and Kaydin. The first thing that comes to her mind however....is the stench. "For the love of--Ugh!" The dark elf brought a hand to pinch her nose as she took a step back from the hobo's presence. "Have you never heard of something called a shower!? You desperately need it! My god!"

But this was no time to be distracted. They had their mission and it was time to execute it. "Kaydin! Take care of those fools! Xanatos is mine!" And without further ado, the whie mage began to work her magics.

"I hope you are prepared now..." She grinned darkly, waiting for the man's descent.

"...Hmm?" A brief glance is given towards Sarafina, which is then followed by a deeply unimpressed frown. "Ah, a traitor, hmmn? Well, whatever manner of nonsense you happen to think you know, I will not retreat. Our goal is clear! Xanato has foiled the plans of Baron time and time again. It is high time to turn the tables!"

Indeed, there would be no listening from Morrighan. Regardless, Baron's state of affairs was hardly her primary concern. Not by a long shot. As long as she had a clear goal and a place to call home. That was all that mattered to her.

Kaydin has posed:
Kaydin felt the white magic affect his body. He looks to Sarafina and tilts his head. "If only you focused the evacuation of the people of this world, perhaps the heartless wouldnt have such meals?" He asks coldly before he readies himself. "Morrighan, I cannot gurantee your safety completely but I will still try." He says calmly before the area about the knight darkened as he readied himself. "We cannot back down. You can leave now, take as many as you can. Continuing to remain here damns more lives. The choice is yours."

Will Sherman has posed:
Will pauses...he looks at the White mage for a moment...that worked, and she's worked up over his smell, that's good.

Then he looks towards Kaydin. "This is our HOME! OURS!" Suddenly Will's tone changed. He wasn't floopish, calm, playful...

Will was /pissed/! "We lived here, some of us for longer than others! Who in the HELL do you think you are?!" Will booms. "Telling us that we should leave when it's threatened?! HELL NO!" Will suddenly crouches...and then leaps at his face, his fists ringing out, aiming to repeatedly hit Kaydin, with each hit, he moves to grab at his strings, aiming to wither and tear at them, aiming to weaken the man's fate, while theirs are reenforced.

"Nobody, threatens my home or people!"

Sarafina Carenze has posed:
Sarafina wonders if she had been as willfully ignorant as Kaydin is now acting. She clucks her tongue lightly, closing her eyes for a moment. She isn't too fond of fighting Baron but surely she has ended kinder lives than this. "I am a soldier. Moral superiority is a luxury afforded only to civilians. I have given you my position, I will not argue it." She floats up, her jetpack keeping her aloft in the air. Even as Will lets loose his rage, Sarafina stays cool and collected. Indeed, she has become even more calm after hearing Baron's response. Her emotions are tightly placed under lock and key. Sarafina is now a backseat driver, the Captain is in command now.

"I am Sarafina...The Western Wind! I will show you how I have come to earn that name!!"

And she darts forward, focusing on Kaydin who is in front. He may be the armored target, but there is little Sarafina's chainsaw cannot cut. The elf did have some good points with regards to showering, and appears to be 'in charge' of Kaydin--bossing him around and the like--she isn't sure if this is because she's an elf (and thus inherently arrogant (Baron is not always PC)) or because she's actually his superior, but even so she can recognize the true threat here. Kaydin may be on Dark Knight steroids, but Sarafina has her own tools. The chainsaw comes swiping for Kaydin rapidly, followed up by a sharp strike from Sarafina's gauntlet!

Tom Magnusson has posed:
There is a problem with the Heartless Swarm.

That problem is Momentum. Newton's Laws. The basic rule of universal motion that mass times velocity equals pain. And today, Momentum comes in the form of an eighteen wheeler stuffed to the brim with concrete. A low, dangerous note blares across the thoroughfare immediately in front of Xanatos Tower as the truck's horn sounds. Tom grin a grand, defiant grin from atop his perch, his trenchcoat billowing in the wind. The Truck suddenly veers, it ploughs into the horde of shadowy beasts, blazing a trail of energy conservation turned cataclysm into the swarm.

Muscles in Tom's legs tense as the truck grinds forward, carried along by its incredible momentum. Its final stop, one Dark Knight named Kaydin.

A moment before impact, Tom leaps from the top of the cab, rolling through the air. His knee drops into a relatively more spongy shadow-monster as the truck sails to its ultimate end.

Tom's grin turns into a smirk. He pulls a little black joystick, with a little red button from his coat. "Welcome to Manhattan," the detective says as he depresses the button. "Home of Ackbar's House of Fireworks, Rockets and Improvised Explosives."

There's a brief 'beep' as an electrical signal blasts from the radio transmitter in Tom's hand to a reciever inside the truck. The barrels of concrete are suddenly revealed to be not completely concrete at all. And the cab? The cab is packed with TNT.

And all of it, all of it goes gloriously, violently and radiantly KABOOM.

David Xanatos has posed:
With the battle begining and Brooklyn appearing he smiles beneath his helmet. "Of course not Brooklyn. We do however need to put the people of this city first." To put action to words and dives, his wings and the wings of the Steel clan flashing in what light there is as he slashes at the Heartless with cold, hard Steel.

Deidra has posed:
Deidra looks at Kayiden for a moment as what he says. She growls again at him, "You work with them and dare to say that? You think you have the right to even speak that human."

Her spell book is out and she's now chanting in latin even as Will contiunes with telling the Dark Knight where he can put it. There is a glow from the spell book, a green light settles over Deidra as she chants and then a bolt of eldrishe energy erupts from her free hand at Kayiden and it's going to be sapping his power, his physical strength. She's aiming to just keep him off balance and as the spell finishes she speaks again.

"This city is under the protection of my kind. It is our home as well you have no right to this Dark Knight of Baron."

Brooklyn has posed:
Wheeling himself around, Brooklyn swoops low across the streets below the Eyrie Building, weaving in and out of several Heartless as he closes in on a target he has in mind. Those taxis almost got him killed in the Labrynth, and he feels that he owes them a bit of payback. He strikes at some of the smaller Heartless with his wings, before lowering a shoulder to go head-to-head with a taxi.

Stormfall has posed:
At some point there is just no definition for 'larger concentrations' -- there is simply a BUCKET O' HEARTLESS (now with 90% more minions).

Still, a few things can be picked out here and there. A contingent of crocodiles and goons pour over the cars and streets, approaching Will and his group. Glass shatters. Metal crunches. Sirens wail as a river of scaled shapes wriggle through an alleyway and they begin to scale the walls.

They do so while goons prowl the ground, bracing themselves in scattered pockets to open a blazing hail of fire on Will, Sarafina and associated close parties. They also do so from a distance. Maybe being the king of the hobos serves as a debuff as well. In the thronging hordes, while goons stop to take potshots at the defenders, pockets of roaming taxis powerslide around the chaotic streets in smaller packs, horns buzzing out of sync to raise a further racket.

In these smaller packs, they are more agile and herd screaming people before them.

And then suddenly TRUCKABOOM. and the truck goes ridiculously KABOOM in the midst of that swarm of heartless. Dark plumes of energy fly like severed body parts (Hey, is that a tail? An arm? Hm. Not anymore.) and the heartless are blown into tiny bits and pieces too small and irregular to make satisfying boots and purses with. While a Truck and an City Shattering KABOOOM is enough to scatter the heartless, there are simply too many of them for cold hard steel to make a significant dent.

Countless heartless fall. They explode, flashes of light disappearing into nothingness and whispers of dark vapor as the Steel Clan lead by Xanatos plows into the mob. More goons arrive, bracing themselves as they open fire on the Steel Clan and their leader.

Brooklyn has more luck as he goes head to head with one of the smaller packs of Taxis. The Taxi fails in a deadly game of CHicken with the gargoyle, several goons vaporizing before he CRASHES into the heartless, windshield buckling and horn letting out a small and forlorn BLATT as it goes silent. As one of their pack dies-- the rest of the taxis begin to circle and converge on their new target.

King Mickey has posed:
The King continues to watch from above as the initial tide of battle begins to unfold. His curiosity is struck significantly at the unusual 'tactics' being disaplayed by members of the Twilight Detective Agency, particularly asthe 18-wheeler runs head-on into the heartless fray.

His gaze shifts to the members of Baron exchanging words. The sight makes him feel for Sarafina, dubbed a traitor by her former allies. The words of Dion ring within his mind and by Sarafina's actions, her husband's praise was not misplaced.

It appears chaos is in full swing as the final main actors join the fray. With no definitive areas appearing to have any larger units of heartless, The King figures it best to pick a point and wing it! Its high time he joins the fight after all and he certainly can't let the other heroes have all the fun!

The keyblade master leaps from his high-rise and begins his decent downward! The wind flutters through The King's large black ears, rippling off his clothes! The Mouse closes his eyes, appearing to muttering a few words as a bright white light emits from his hands.

A moment later, Mickey throws his hands outward and arrows of bright light burst from his hands, raining down upon a concentration of the raging taxi cabs and goons!

Throwing his right hand outward, Mickey's Star Seeker keyblade materializes into his hand. He thrusts the keyblade upward, coming down upon a set of goons beneath him with a powerful overhead strike, bursting a shockwave of holy energy out upon landing!

Morrighan Alazne has posed:
"Hmph! They come out in droves now. Interesting! And yet...they all seem to focus on the heartless...how convenient~" Spreading her arms, Morrighan began to conjure up an array of holy and time magics to assault her foes. Her primary target was Xanatos, but anyone else who got her way would surely taste her wrath as well!

"Let us see just how long you all survive our onslaught! Kihihihi~!" Laughing evilly, an rather sizable array holy swords, excuding roman numerals, began to form all around the mage.

"...Go!"

Upon her command, the veritable storm of swords burst outwards before firing downwards into the group and aiming to pierce through. Any that failed to do so would simply embed themselves into the pavement and explode in a flash of holy light.

"Try and make this fun for me, why don't you? Ahahahahaha~!"

My, for being a white mage, she sure was having fun with this now. Perhaps to be chalked up to the fact that she was left with such a monumental duty in the captain's stead? Who knew...

Kaydin has posed:
Kaydin gets punched by Will and chainsawed by Sarafina. He swings his sword at the chainsaw carrying woman to send a blast of black energy to her trying to hurt her before he manages to leap into the air in time to avoid the truck as it comes slamming past, leaping again to avoid the spell by the gargoyle, swinging the sword as darkness gathers in the blade. He then swings the sword once and then again, one blast heading for the gargoyle magic user and the other for the man that tried to run him down, landing back on the ground as the attacks were done.

Tom Magnusson has posed:
Flames billow up from the broken remains of Tom's hijacked truck. Shadowy viscera is hurled through the air, dissolving into a fine, black mist. But the shockwave is indiscriminant. Tom's arms rise- in a moment, the blast wave hits, hurling him back several feet. The detective grunts upon impact, the soles of his shoes leavin a skidmark across the ground as he's pushed away from the blast. But Tom scarcely has a moment's to catch his breath when the Heartless swarm swells to fill the explosive void.

Specifically, there is a swarm of crocodiles heading his way.

Tom grunts, his fists flying into the crocodilian ambush. Fierce elbows knock the shadow beasts aside, one by one, as they leap to try and take a bite out of the crimebuster.

One comes up behind him. It gets within a hair's breadth before Tom's fist catches it square in the jaw. On Tom's knuckles, there is what at first appears to be a set of brass knuckles. And then, there is another, smaller kaboom.

Shotgun shells drop from the reinforced atop Tom's knuckles. The crocodile beast falls, lifeless, to the side. It twitches for a moment before dissolving away.

Tom Mutters, slamming a speed loader into his knuckle-mounted weapon, when he notices a... Distinct whistling sound--

As a certain Dark Knight drops down and cleaves into Tom's Shoulder. The detective produces a pained grunt, but counterattacks almost immediately, dropping his knee driven by his entire body weight down into the Knight's femur.

It will likely sting.

"You." Tom growls. Vice-like hands lash out to grasp around the Dark Knight's head, pulling it in to smash against his own forehead. And then, his fists fly, pressing forward in a punishing assault. The shotgun canisters don't fire this time--

Tom saves his artillery for special occasions, after all.

Brooklyn has posed:
Okay, going head on with a taxi was a bad idea. Brooklyn strikes it hard enough but then soon finds himself being overwhelmed by them. As he gets knocked around he kicks off of a taxi to get himself back up into the air. He grunts and brushes himself off, flapping his wings a couple of times before he lands on a flagpole, "Shoulda asked Xanatos for a laser gun." He mutters, as he considers his next attack. There's so many of them.

Still, he won't give up easily. The city needs him, and he has to fight. He dives back in, again targeting the taxis. He has a personal vendetta against taxis ever since that time he got snubbed by one for being a horrible gargoyle monster. He swoops in and lands on top of one, and then whips his tail down to smash the windshield, before digging his talons in, and starting to punch at the roof of the taxi relentlessly. If his claws can break stone, they can break this taxi.

Will Sherman has posed:
Will hasn't forgotten about you, elfy!

Will's hands reach up, grabbing at strings as he finds one for Kaydin...and one for Morrighan. His hands move through them, looking for the right ones, before he finds them...and then TWISTS.

It will send a jolt of pain towards each one.

However, before he could do that, Heartless moved, Will's fist moves, aiming to scatter them as they get close to him. Elfy moves to shoot magic, and like before, Will's fist moves, aiming to strike her across the chest. It is as unpleasant for her.

Then he smiles...

Two silvery strings appear, connecting to both Kaydin and The White mage.

"TWIST!" and he does so.

David Xanatos has posed:
Slamming into a wall, and then the ground, Xanatos picks himself from the dirt and looks at the enemy he is facing. "Owen. Give me a city wide status report please." Then he launches himself back into the air. He points one hand at a mass of Heartless, and the other at yet a second group. Missiles and lasers begin to rain down on both.

Sarafina Carenze has posed:
There's heartless everywhere, Sarafina manages to avoid getting hurt too much from the firepower unleashed by the heartless, but the bulk of her attention is focused on the Baronites. There should be plenty dealing with the Heartless but if this keeps up, her attention might be forced upon them.

She spots Mickey coming down. "A keyblade? Is that Sora?" She pauses, and then realizes--no--this is the man her husband told her about. Well the mouse he told her about. "The Mouse." She says quietly. "With the keyblade we might just stand a chance after all!" She raises her head. "RALLY FORTH!" She shouts. "PRESS BACK!"

Kaydin doesn't counterattack Sarafina but Morrighan does. Her magic is unleashed upon Sarafina who does not seem to have uch magical capabilities. But that doesn't mean she can't be speedy. She spins around in midair, the flash of magic spiraling past her. "We will not just survive! We will defeat you! You and Kaydin are a pair imitation of Commander Cecil and Rosa!"

She jets in a circular motion, swiping with her chainsaw again--this time towards Morrighan, trying to put some pressure on Kaydin to force him to pay attention. She swipes once, twice with the chainsaw--before throwing another slugged punch for the side of the elf's head, trying to clock her upside her pointy pointy ear!

Deidra has posed:
Deidra own spell doesn nothing but she doesn't seem to be deterred at all as she's recoveirng from the spell and perparing for another? Here comes more heartless come after her and pumme4l her but the Gargyole mage is able to fend them off. Then comes Kaydin after and he's atttacks only find magic barriers intercepting each strike there's lighitng as Deidra's own spells overpower the darkness for now.

She stands her ground and starts chanting again the air chills about her as shards of ice fly at the dark knight followed by even larger ones that could punch through armor with how fast they are being fired at him. Her chanting contiunes as even more ice contiunes to fly at the Dark Knight.

"Will! Tom do not let up!"

Stormfall has posed:
The heartless know only one thing. Well. Two things (and a fierce dedication to the shadow lords) That they are commanded to find and destroy Xanatos, and that they are HUNGRY --- as such, they can be easily distracted by say-- the great light of a keyblade wielder in their midst. The light is just so tempting.. so warm and inviting... It hurts. IT HURTS.

Brilliant spears of light slam down into the waves of heartless, into the packs of taxi cabs and goons. They are illuminated, briefly, by holy light and then vanish. There is no sparkling flash of light this time, no flickering image of a heart disappearing with the dark vapor. They are simply gone. At the touch of the keyblade, at the brush of Star Seeker they explode.

A goon is split in twain by the overhead strike and several others are soon to follow and are quickly dispatched as the shockwave rips a hole in the surging swarms.

Even though there has been a truck sized hole blown in the heartless hoarde (as well as the road, and the nearby streets... and the buildings.. and oh look that Lamp post looks sort of like a Salvador Dali painting..) there are still plenty more looking for the tasty hearts of the living. There is no general cohesion to their movements. They are liquid darkness in a hundred, a thousand different containers. They converge and split apart and swirl in patterns like dry leaves scattered across the city.

The pack of killer taxis suddenly SLAM on the brakes as Brooklyn swoops down to dig in. PUNCH. The metal bends. PUNCH. The metal bows inwards when the taxi headlights change from pale and sickly yellow to an ominous red. The taxi lurches forwards, veering crazily through the streets, accelerating and skidding and SPINNING out of control as the fake shadow tires grip the blacktop. After a third spin the taxi surges towards another group of taxis, hitting the brakes again suddenly in an attempt to topple the gargoyle into a mass of goons surging across the street right in their path!

Meanwhile, elsewhere in heartless land--

Several much larger crocodiles emerge from the sewers. They are a terrible, eye blinding shade of blue, yellow eyes swirling as they turn their heads back and forth for appropriate targets. As rockets bore into the street with a number of teeth jarring explosions, lasers scythe through the heartless. Xanatos radio returns the bland, untroubled voice of his assistant as the larger crocodiles lean their heads together briefly. They charge, full bore, towards Xanatos and his steel clan backup as they wrench holes in the all consuming hoard.

REACTION COMMAND: BLUE CROCODILE CHARGE!

Brooklyn has posed:
This fight is not going Brooklyn's way at all. The gargoyle gets tossed into the group of goons, who do the damage to him. Eventually he struggles his way out, as he leaps from the pile of Heartless to a nearby wall, and scales the building quickly. Once atop the building, he hops over the ledge and drops to a knee, taking a moment to catch his breath before he jumps back in to the fight

King Mickey has posed:
As the king's attack strikes true, King Mickey quickly retreats and attempt to gain some distance. With the summoning of the keyblade, the mouse is likely to be considered a massive threat to the forces of darkness and will have his hands full before long!

However, this appears to be the Keyblade Master's intent, attempting to lure a portion of the heartless away from Eyrie Tower and divide the strength of the enemy. He hopes this will provide Xanatos and the other forces of light any advantage.

The King wastes no time enacting his plan, as he certainly has gotten his enemies attention now!

Mickey narrowly evades the oncoming heartless taxi driver, who speeds past him with deadly intent! He looks back and winces, as the vehicle wrecks into some other heartless following him!

he mouse quickly turns and begins to rush down a nearby street, leading away the hungry heartless from Eyrie tower! He gracefully leaps from parked vehicles until he gains a decent vantage point upon a stationary semi-truck. Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, the King begins to feel the darkness beginning to grow stronger. His eyes shoot up to the sky, watching as the stars begin to blink out one by one. His expression grows grim and serious, knowing this battle is about to take a turn for the worse. Unfortunately, his intution appears to be spot on as the yellowish eyes of the heartless crocadiles beginning to emerge from the sewers, continuing to head towards his allies.

CURSE YOU, SELF-FULLFILLING PROPHECIES!

King Mickey brings Star Seeker upward and begins to swing the blade around by the keychain, whirling ever faster as the mouse closes his eyes. The Keyblade begins to shine once more with holy energy until becoming nothing more than a ring of pure light! He grabs the hilt of the keyblade once more, thrusting it to the sky to disperse the holy energy outward against his enemies, particularly the commanders. The ring storms through surrounding streets, attempting to shatter the unholy benefits created by the darkness and get their attention on him!

Morrighan Alazne has posed:
"Eh?" Feeling a twinge somewhere inside her, Morrighan paused in her attack, looking about for the source before her eyes fell upon Will. And then...TWIST. "Agh! Just what manner of devilry...?" She glared at Will and took several steps back to create distance. She did not have much more time to consider her next course of action as Sarafina came bearing down on her with an attack of her own.

Now Morrighan was not the speediest person on the block, so she did what was the most logical action for someone like her. She hastily formed a magic barrier to ward off some of the damage, avoiding the full brint. "Hmph! You think you have a chance just because you managed to strike me? Nonsense!"

Kneeling down to the ground, she placed the palm of her hand flat to the pavement as she began to radiate holy magic from her body. The glow soon focused and then funneled into the ground. "And for your information, traitor, I could not care less about your commander Cecil or Rosa! I am me and I am doing what I will to secure my place in this world!" Grinning darkly at that, the elf added onto her previous satement. "And if you take issue with that, then that is your issue to deal with!"

And then came the king, lashing out with his own array of light. "What is