Back in the ravaged city, in one of its many side streets, a man dressed in a strange suit of armor, and a strange helmet walked warily through the street…he seemed to be avoiding something, or someone. His suit was dented and covered with scratches, the glass front of his helmet was broken, revealing only his mouth and his short stubble. He continued to walk with tired feet through the street, peering behind him every now and then. After a few moments, he got to a large abandoned warehouse. It was dark and musty, and the smell of dust filled his nose, but it provided shelter, and that alone made him forget any misgivings. He lay back against a large wooden box, and tried to rest for a few minutes, before going on with the mission in mind. As he rested, his mind simply would not let go, many things raced in his head…. Too much had happened, will he find them there? What if they are gone? What will he do then? Give up? Fight alone? His choices were terribly limited, but soon enough, he'd have to take a stand. He just wished he'd find them, three minds work much better than one. Suddenly, he lunged forwards from the box, and almost at the same time, something tore the box in two, sending the debris flying after him. He looked at the huge pieces of wood approaching him, then miraculously a weapon materialized in his hand with a flash of light, some sort of a sword, but instead of the sharp end, it was intricately designed like a…key, a keyblade …it seemed to be a fitting name for the strange weapon. He swung at the approaching pieces, shredding them to pieces with an impressive accuracy. Despite being tired, he jumped to his feet, completely alert of his surroundings. When the dust from the box cleared, he could see three men facing him, they were dressed in armor, and each held a weapon in his hand. When he saw the weapons, his breath caught ….keyblades? The weapons had a different shape and color than his, but there was no doubt about it, those were keyblades…. are they of my order? The man thought about it, but dismissed the thought almost immediately...the clothes, the looks, they were not right at all. Then how did they get their hands on the keyblades? It wasn't exactly the easiest weapon to obtain…..he remembered his teacher's words….the keyblade chooses those pure of heart. He doubted that those were pure of heart, or anything at all. His eyes, hidden by the broken glass veneer, shifted nervously among the three warriors facing him. The tallest and largest of the men, apparently their leader looked at him, then at his 2 companions, then he smiled, a wicked, knowing smile.

Yep, definitely not pure of heart.

"Look boys! We've found another one." The leader said, as he eyed the man with the same knowing smile. The two men shifted nervously, not having the same urge to joke as their leader, their eyes were fixed on the man with the strange armor.

He was still reeling from the man's words another one? There were more? Then it was true, the assembly was no joke, he had hoped that it was just a prank played by his friends, it wasn't the first time they had done so, but by what he had just heard, it seemed that things were far worse than he pictured in his darkest scenarios. Those men knew apparently of his order, and by the sound of it, those of his order had been what? Captured? Killed? He had no way of knowing what their fate was, but he figured that those men facing him were not about to offer him bed and breakfast. Well, only one thing left to do…. He gripped his keyblade firmly, and said in a quiet voice that hid his fear

" I do not wish to fight you. Please, allow me to leave without making a scene."

The leader snorted in mockery, he was not going to let his prey escape

"Well, I was going to tell you the same thing…well, almost. Surrender quietly, and we'll spare your life …… for now."

Maybe this was just a bad idea after all, I shouldn't have stopped here. He thought remorsefully. Too late! The cynical voice inside him said, it wasn't going to be that easy.

His thoughts were interrupted by the leader charging at him, followed by the two hesitant soldiers. Maybe he can just escape, without causing any real damage. He did his best, trying to block their attacks, never returning the blows, he jumped and dodged, but it seemed hopeless. He couldn't block them all at once, and the lack of retaliation just made them bolder. When one of them came dangerously close to his arm, he realized that defending himself was not going to cut it with those people. He had to fight back. He grabbed the one nearest to him by the neck, and hurled him forcefully at the other soldier. Both of them fell back on the ground, whereas the leader stared at him in anger.

Leader: so, you finally decided to fight back, I thought you were going to stand there like a chicken!

Man: Sorry to disappoint you, but I have no intention of holding back, so I am asking you for the last time, please, don't make me do something that I'll regret later on.

Leader: How merciful! Do you really think that we would be afraid of you? What are you? A mere key bearer….so what?

The leader waved his hand in the air, conveying his disregard, he swung the keyblade in his hand a couple of times, and then he pointed it at the man.

Leader: You key bearers think yourself so high and mighty, just because you were chosen by that stupid weapon, how idiotic of you! Well, now we've got keyblades as well, so where's your advantage now?

Down the drain, I guess…. But still, those guys are no match for me…gotta remember that. If it's a fight they want, then so be it. This place is too small to fight in. he looked up, and saw what he wanted… Near the roof of the warehouse, he saw a bridge crossing a gap between the warehouse and a distant ruined castle. Perfect, he jumped high over them onto some crates, then he kept bouncing quickly from side to side till he reached the bridge. He looked down at them, with a smirk across his face. The leader looked at him in disbelief that quickly turned to anger. He jumped after him, followed by the two hesitant soldiers. He waited calmly for them to get to him. He had no choice but to incapacitate them once and for all. I hate to do it, but I'm already late as is. The leader was already standing in front of him. The other two soldiers emerged behind him a pincer attack…cute… he smiled calmly at the angry leader, who got even more infuriated by his calm demeanor.

Leader: You look pretty calm…don't you realize what's going to happen to you?

Man: it looks like you're the one who doesn't understand…I'll ask you one more time, please leave me alone and go back to whatever you were doing.

Leader: still playing tough guy, eh? Well, don't say I didn't warn you!

Suddenly, both the leader and the two soldiers charged at him from both sides, but he stood firmly in his place. As the leader charged, he wondered what made that man so sure of himself Goddamn key bearers...so sure of themselves. Well, that idiot is going to get himself killed. He still stood, with his keyblade in hand. Wait, something's not right. He was already face to face with the man, who smiled a sly smile, looking him in the eyes. No way! There was a flash of light, one of the soldiers felt a searing heat as something slashed him across the chest. The other one felt something kicking him in the gut, unable to breathe, he fell to his knees. Another kick sent him flying off the bridge, down to his demise; he crashed on top of some metal crates, and didn't move again. For a second, the leader couldn't see a thing, everything was a blur. When the dust cleared, one of his men lay dead, and the other was a heap on a metal crate 100 feet below. He fell to the ground, noticing the pain in his arm growing, there was a dent in his armor, and blood was seeping from it. That bastard got me, impossible! He held his arm in pain, and looked up at the man. He stood threateningly in front of him, but something was different about him, he looked more powerful. Damn, I knew he was a dual-wielder. He was holding two keyblades now, one in each hand. He walked over to the leader, and picked him up by the collar. He brought the leader's face up close to his own, and their eyes met; the leader's fearful eyes, and his cold, death-defying ones.

Man: I warned you, didn't I?

Leader: You think this is the end? Heh, it's just getting started.

Man: well, I'll have to leave a message then.

Before the leader could say anything, the man walked over to the edge of the bridge and flung him over. The leader cried out in terror, until his cries were interrupted by the sound of his body impaled by one of the spires on the lower levels. He lay there hanging lifelessly. The bridge was already deserted…