Ronoad used their confusion to his advantage and landed his fist in Yusuke's chest, hard, yelling gleefully, "Not so fast now, are you?"
Yusuke flew back and hit the wall with a sickening thud, sliding down slowly and crumpling into a pile of crates. Riku stared at him for a moment, as if unsure what had happened, and then looked to Hiei for clarity.
Why are you hesitating?
Hiei was about to say something, when Riku finally seemed to regain composure. He held the key out before him, expertly, and ran at Ronoad with a fierce sense of determination. The demon moved, but Riku swung with such force that when the key missed, it blew through a large box nearby, disintegrating the very wood and rippling the air around with waves from the impact.
Grinning to himself, as he plunged into the group of lesser demons, Hiei thought smugly, "I told Yusuke it was a good idea to bring him."
Riku turned swiftly, pulling the key out like it weighed nothing, and took another swing at Ronoad. This time, Riku was too quick and managed to drive his blade through the demon's shoulder. A crimson flower blossomed from the wound and Ronoad let out a startled cry. A spray of blood erupted and splattered Riku, whose key was now lodged so deep in Ronoad's shoulder that he couldn't remove it.
Yusuke chose this time to emerge from the pile of splintered boxes, aiming his spirit gun and firing at Ronoad's chest. Riku yelped and swung to the side, just in time to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. The beam blew through its target so finely that Ronoad didn't have time to struggle; he was dead before he hit the ground, bringing Riku to his knees beside him. During this time, Hiei finished off the remainder of the demons.
Riku, meanwhile, was having a hard time pulling his gigantic key out of the fallen Ronoad's shoulder—he was consequently getting blood everywhere. Yusuke walked calmly over to him and took the handle, giving it a sharp tug. It came free easily and he tossed it to Riku, who promptly got to his feet.
"Nice shot," he said, wiping the blade on his shirtfront.
Yusuke shrugged, "He was staying still, thanks to you. For a second, I was worried, though…what the hell is that thing?" he looked cagily at the keyblade.
Hiei joined them, interrupting their thoughts, "That went well, I think. I was hoping he would be a bit stronger, at least…"
Yusuke laughed, "He was a poser demon—all talk!"
"Like you," Riku joked with him, "except better looking!"
Yusuke hit him upside the head and, sauntering to the door, growled over his shoulder, "Let's go, Keiko will be worrying. Poor Kuwabara, he was probably looking forwards to having some action…"
Hiei shook his head, snickering, "He gets plenty of action with those 'rival gangs' of his."
Riku moved to follow them, his eyes lingering on the form of Ronoad.
One sky, one destiny…?
He paused, looking forlornly at the keyblade in his hand, "Sora…Kairi…"
The blade glimmered, for a split second, then slowly faded away. Riku continued to stare at his bloodstained hand, even after it had gone, until Yusuke called after him.
"What the hell are you doing, waiting for him to come back to life!"
Riku shook it off and ran out after Yusuke and Hiei, confused about the keyblade situation and wishing for nothing more than soap and water—he needed it.