Sweat raced from every pore, tension tore through every muscle. Sora,
teeth gritted against the pain that was slowly overpowering his body, moved
to a stand. Breathing heavily, he gazed upon his spoils. The black body of
a newly defeated air soldier lay at his feet, dark ooze seeping from its
many wounds. Sora looked at his hands. Sweat, dark ooze, and his own blood
mixed to form a hideous reminder of what he had just destroyed. Scanning
the open of the Second District square, his aqua eyes afire, Sora replayed
the battle in his mind.
They had flown at him from out of nowhere. The high-pitched squeal of an air soldier's flight suit caught him from behind. There had to have been at least twenty of them, all baring claws and fangs. The scent of fresh human blood burning in their nostrils, they came down upon him in a furious whirlwind. No time to think, Sora raced for an odd corner of the square, desperately trying to outrun the fury of the winged creatures. Closed in a trap of his own making, Sora knew he had nowhere to run. He had only one choice, one chance. Closing his eyes, breathing deeply in the smell of the pending battle, Sora drove into his soul, resurrecting once more the strength to destroy the enemy. His fists clenched hard at his sides, he felt the power of the light awaken, surging through his body. Extending his right hand, opening his fist, he summoned the power that was his to wield. The fire began in his upper arm, quickly racing toward his open hand. The feel of it had become such that in no longer registered in his mind. His hand began to shake with its violent force. Sensing a readiness, Sora thrust his arm to one side, a burst of flame igniting. He felt the cold hard steel of its handle as the fire died to a haunting glow. Sora opened his eyes, looking up to the oncoming barrage of demons. With a few deft moves, Sora brought his weapon across his chest, preparing for the first attack. Hatred and anger burned in his eyes as his muscles went taut with tension. The magnificent keyblade Destruction gleamed in his gloved hands, its iron length Sora's confidence. The deadly sharpness of its bladed head warned the advancing air soldiers of its wielder's strength. Two or three branched off from the main group, fear in their pale yellow eyes. As for those who continued the advance, Sora waited for the perfect moment to release his deadly line of attacks.
They had flown at him from out of nowhere. The high-pitched squeal of an air soldier's flight suit caught him from behind. There had to have been at least twenty of them, all baring claws and fangs. The scent of fresh human blood burning in their nostrils, they came down upon him in a furious whirlwind. No time to think, Sora raced for an odd corner of the square, desperately trying to outrun the fury of the winged creatures. Closed in a trap of his own making, Sora knew he had nowhere to run. He had only one choice, one chance. Closing his eyes, breathing deeply in the smell of the pending battle, Sora drove into his soul, resurrecting once more the strength to destroy the enemy. His fists clenched hard at his sides, he felt the power of the light awaken, surging through his body. Extending his right hand, opening his fist, he summoned the power that was his to wield. The fire began in his upper arm, quickly racing toward his open hand. The feel of it had become such that in no longer registered in his mind. His hand began to shake with its violent force. Sensing a readiness, Sora thrust his arm to one side, a burst of flame igniting. He felt the cold hard steel of its handle as the fire died to a haunting glow. Sora opened his eyes, looking up to the oncoming barrage of demons. With a few deft moves, Sora brought his weapon across his chest, preparing for the first attack. Hatred and anger burned in his eyes as his muscles went taut with tension. The magnificent keyblade Destruction gleamed in his gloved hands, its iron length Sora's confidence. The deadly sharpness of its bladed head warned the advancing air soldiers of its wielder's strength. Two or three branched off from the main group, fear in their pale yellow eyes. As for those who continued the advance, Sora waited for the perfect moment to release his deadly line of attacks.