Critical ran up towards Scibles moving around the rubble he had created from tearing up the Market Place.
Critical: "Get a hold of yourself! Do you see what you have caused? You have started what we planned to stop!"
Critical could hear Scibles speak in a voice that was not his.
Dark Scibles: "What you see is no longers this man, whom you called Scibles. You have lost him to the Darkness, because of the lies you brought toward him, you have led to our demise, as well as your own."
Dark Scibles summoned a Keyblade, it was much different then the Oblivion, that Scibles normally uses. There were bright lights coming out of it, but the lights were being overwhelmed by the darkness surrounding this.
Critical: "I see the pain I have caused, but it is you who are choosing to take it under your advantage. You may think I caused this, but this darkness is what you have brought upon yourself. For that, I can hope I can save the REAL Scibles."
Critical put his hand over the plate on his arm, and he became encased in Keyblade Armor, but like none we have seen before, This armor looked powerful, and Critical was serious about finishing this. As he summoned forth a new Keyblade. He called this Keyblade, "Fenrir" and was planning on finishing this fight now. With the armor of a Keyblade Master and the Keyblade of true strength. He planned on finishing this.
Critical punctured the ground with his new Keyblade and had turned the field around them into a stained glass battlefield. They dashed toward each other and clashed blades. Critical had put a lot of pressure into his attacks, and made him lose balance, as Critical was about to take a finishing blow, Dark Scibles had teleported away. Dark Scibles was about to sneak an attack, but before he hit, Critical used Reflectaga and sent Dark Scibles flying back. Dark Scibles had gotten up and ran towards Critical returning the pressure the he was given.
Dark Scibles: "A Keyblade Master? You of all people, PLEASE! You are a weak man with a weak heart!"
Critical: "I was chosen as a Keyblade Master, because I was Pure of Heart, and if anyone's heart is weak, it's your's! Scibles, look at what is has come to! YOU are the one who gave in to the darkness! You know the other reason why, I was chosen?"
Dark Scibles: "Why is that?"
Critical: "It's because I don't give up!"
Critical knocked the Keyblade out of Dark Scibles hands, and slashed him onto the ground. Dark Scibles had disappeared, and Critical stood there in the stained glass battlefield. He raised his Guardian Soul Keyblade in the air and locked the realm in which he fought. Before he got sucked out of the realm he heard a voice, It was Scibles' Voice.
Scibles: "Thanks, friend."
Critical reappeared in the Market Place, no longer in his armor. With Scibles no where to be seen.
Akain: "What happened?! You just disappeared!"
Critical: "He is fine now. We just have to go find him. Where ever he may be. I'll be there, friend."
And thus ends the story or at least, THIS story.