Sora led the group through the twisting labyrinth of the Bastion's bowels. Willow walked to one side while Donald and Goofy walked to the other, everyone else behind them in an almost triangular formation. Willow was bringing him up to speed on what he should expect with Glory.
"The only thing that can hurt her is a weapon of a God. Which... I don't know if the keyblade counts or not." Willow said as they waited on the final lift as it made its way to the top. Sora smirked and reached in his pocket, pulling out a stony-looking chain and attaching it to the bottom of his keyblade. The key changed form into a Grecian looking stone weapon. The Olympia.
"Weapon of the Gods, check." He nodded. "Super-strong, mouthy. Anything else?"
"Just... don't underestimate her." Willow sighed, feeling her stomach raise to her throat as the lift came to a stop. They were here. Glory would no doubt be waiting for them. And she wouldn't hide. Glory was too cocky for that. "I think there's something you should know before we go in."
Sora looked at her as they all stepped out of the lift, each person grasping a weapon. Some looked strong, some looked pathetic, but all were willing to die. "Yeah?"
Willow swallowed and looked at the door. "Last time we met... she killed an entire army." Willow said, not stopping to look, just walking forward. Sora bit his lip and followed.
"What! Wait... What!" Donald quacked fearfully. The others shared his dread, but all walked ahead. Aerith looked over at Cloud and gave him a look, then slipped her hand in his. This might be the last time they ever saw each other.
Sora took a deep breath and placed his hands on the door. Willow looked at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Then with a a heave, he pushed it open.
Of course, Glory waited in the middle of the room, smiling like she knew she was going to win. She probably wasn't wrong.
"Gee, you guys took forever! I mean really! I felt hurt that you didn't run or take one of those big yellow bird thingies or something." Glory chuckled, hands on her hips. Everyone stared at her sternly.
"Ooooh. Big scary glares from guys with far too much product in their hair. Really, my heart is palpitating." She smirked, looking around. "So... who wants to die first? Come on... don't make me pick. I'm far too glamorous to do my own work..."
Sora gulped and clutched his keyblade. Glory looked at him dead in the eye and laughed. "Oh my god. You have GOT to be kidding. The kid is the most powerful one out of the bunch? This is... wow... This makes me giggly." She smirked. "Hey, Junior, wanna show me your stuff?" She said, crouching over with her hands on her knees in a condescending manner. Then she stood and raised one hand, and a swirling blackness emanated from it.
"I think me and the kid need some private time. So um... I'll just let my minions kill you." She chuckled as the blackness spread like a viscous fluid. Droplets landed on the ground like rain, thousands, and turned into all different kinds of Heartless, from the basic small cuddly ones to the large, fat, impenetrable ones. Willow and Donald nodded to each other, then began chanting in unison. A sort of armor surrounded itself around Sora. Diamond-like, unbreakable. It would hold for at least ten minutes, but after that, they didn't know what to do. They just hoped a plan came together during the fight. Glory elevated the platform in the middle of the room and motioned with a slinky little finger for Sora to challenge her. Sora double jumped up and the battle began.
Xander and Leon were on the far right, Xander wielding a battle-axe he had brought along from Buffy's chest. Leon chopped several Heartless in half, hacking and slashing his way around, twirling like an acrobat. Xander was much more straightforward, swinging his axe up and down, left and right. Black ooze and mist flying from everywhere the blade chopped.
Anya fought with a sword on the opposite side with the small teenage ninja girl with the funny name. She ran the sword through several wriggly dancing mummy looking things while the girl ran up walls and did an array of flip kicks. It was hard for Anya to focus when the girl insisted on showing her up like that. Of course, Anya wasn't really a fighter. Still, she held her own.
Cloud and Aerith worked in unison. Aerith would bat a Heartless toward Cloud, and he would end it with his sword. If this was going to be their last day alive, they were going down together.
Just under the floating platform, Willow, Donald, and Goofy stood together, taking out whatever heartless challenged them. Willow summoned balls of fire and threw them with explosive force, the Heartless in its wake being thrown about in the air like toys and then disappearing. Donald shot pure energy from his wand which electrified any foe that challenged him. And Goofy? While he was silly and would often let go a 'Garsh!' when he fought, he did fight bravely, viciously dispatching his foes.
On the platform though, things weren't going as expected. Glory had surrounded it with pure energy, so they had a very tight space to fight in. And she used it to her advantage. She picked up the boy and threw him about, smashing him into the invisible walls. The pain would have been unbearable had he not been surrounded by the armor that Willow and Donald put on him.
Still, he felt no match for the girl. This girl who seemed to be no older than Aerith or Belle. Yet she fought as viciously as Maleficent or Hades. Sora smashed the Olympia over her head and she dropped him to the ground. He took her disorientation as an opening and knocked her down, slamming the key into her face several times. It wasn't a respectable move, it was a move of desperation.
"You... little... BASTARD!" She said, clutching him by the neck, attempting to snap. But the armor was still too strong. Instead, she threw him to the side. Sora crouched on one knee and summoned a powerful blizzaga spell, surrounding her in a block of ice, just to give himself a breather. Underneath the cold prison, she rolled her eyes and broke free, shards flying everywhere. She picked the boy up and slammed him against the wall again, and proceeded to punch his face until she heard a mystical crackling noise.
"Hey kid... think your armor's wearing off." She smirked, continuing to pummel his face. She didn't notice the person approach behind her.
"Hey Glory..." Buffy said, swinging her Keyblade swiftly. Funny... Glory was a lot fleshier than she remembered, because her her torso slid off of her waist like butter. Then she disappated into a dark fog, much like all the other creatures she'd killed. "Forgot to duck."
The walls disappeared, the heartless exploded into a black mist. Each person looked relieved in their own right as the platform lowered slowly to the ground. Buffy and Sora stood side by side, victorious. Willow squealed with excitement and ran to Buffy, hugging her tight.
"Buffy! We thought we'd lose..." She exclaimed. Buffy looked around at everyone.
"Dawn?" She asked. Xander approached and put a hand on her shoulder.
"That's why we went all Mortal Kombat, Buff. Ansem has her. She's the princess." He said, looking to the ground. Buffy nodded.
"You guys... thanks for everything." She said genuinely. Her friends launched themselves into battle to save her sister. They were quite possibly the greatest friends a girl could ask for. "Now let's kill Ansem."
