kaze was.. well lost for a start. he was still in a desert but something told him he wasn't in the same desert. he couldn't feel the cactuars that usually lurked beneath the sand nor could he feel the pull of the train. his magun weighed heavy on his arm, the shift in atmospheres gave it a heft it had never possessed before.
his heart was straining under the pressure, and he could hear the familiar whirring of the magun's blades. the magun was thawing.
kaze looked around for a threat but all that surrounded him was sand.
his heart began beating faster as the magun wrapped itself around his wrist becoming a hefty three barreled casull. the wheel was turning and the clear chamber where his heart resided was becoming stable. the magun has thawed.
the magun was calling to him, there was something wrong with this desert. the sand was wrong, it did not contain the remains of chaos, it was a being of chaos. something laid beneath the surface, it was pulling at the wheel.
kaze kneeled into the sand, dipping his hand and fished out three bullets of colors. he looked them over, recounting their names and purpose.
grinding and devouring rocks, shark gray.
he loaded it into the third slot.
the soil that drinks thirst, water blue.
the second.
that which can even feed on empty space, crusher white.
he pushed it into the final slot.
he aimed the magun at an area a few feet away, where he could feel the chaos coming closer, and shouted the words, 'roar! I summon you! bismarck!'
the wheel sped up as spikes came out and turned fast, powering up the magun. bright energy shot out of the barrels, each strand its respectful color, twisting together as it transformed into a large whale-like creature.
bismarck swam in the air, collecting chaos energy. the creature let out a groan as it blasted its target with water. bismarck's song echoed as it turned back into particles.
the sand was seeping with blood, increasing in size as a man was pushed to the surface. a gold hook gleamed in the sun.
the magun's pinwheels continued to spin as it turned back to its original form, encasing his arm in a gold cylinder. it weighed him down.
kaze trudged towards the man, he really wished the magun was lighter.
he kicked the man but he didn't even twitch. maybe he was dead, kaze thought, the magun rarely left its opponents alive. except white cloud, he scowled at the thought.
he looked at the iced chamber in thought, while it would be best to leave the chaos being where he was, kaze frankly had no idea where he was. between him and the magun, there was very little chance he would be going back home without a guide.
he tied the man up with his cloak, it would make it easier to drag him.
kaze expanded his senses as he began his journey through the desert unknown. he missed the train.