"That was some of the worst team work I have ever seen!" Phil shouted. "I have seen fighters with half your experience fight better together!" The small centaur stalked angrily back and forth before the panting forms of Sora and the others. Every once and a while he would shoot the group a look of disgust, but he mostly avoided their general direction.

"It's all Sora's and Riku's fault!" Donald griped. The grumbling magician had taken most of the damage throughout the fight, what with him being the weakest physically. He would used up the majority of his magic on healing the overzealous brunette and silver headed boy and not have enough magic to defend himself against attacks. Sometimes he was saved from said attacks by his long time friend, Goofy but more often than not the Captain of the Guard was busy with his own bunch of Heartless and wasn't always available to come to his friend's rescue.

"What!" Sora shouted in protest. The boy had fared better than his magically talented friend but because he wielded the Keyblade many of the Heartless trained their sights on him. His muscles ached from the continuous swings and blocks he was forced to use and his legs burned from the constant moving to avoid being another Heartless statistic.

"Maybe if Riku knew how to cover my back I wouldn't have needed Donald to heal me as much!"

The accused teen scoffed loudly. His muscles ached just as much, if not more so, than his friend's. The Heartless weren't the only thing he had to defend against, Sora's sloppy swings more often than not found a way to get a little too close to the boy's body. "Maybe if you knew how to handle that Keyblade of yours properly I could have covered you!"

"ENOUGH!" Phil shouted he pinned the bickering trio with a nonnegotiable glare before continuing his lecture. "I shouldn't have to tell you all this but when you fight as a team the blame cannot be placed on one person. Each one of you has a unique way of fighting and it is your job as a team to adapt to that style! I have two words for you: practice! And until you have that down packed I don't want to see any of your faces!" The infuriated Phil turned on his hooves and stomped away without another word, leaving the five to look amongst themselves for answers.

"Is this how he always is?" Azami asked curiously.

Goofy shook his head. "Gwarsh, it looks like we really made Phil mad! Maybe someone should go and talk to him?"

"You heard him, Goofy," Riku said, turning his back on the group, "He doesn't want to see us again until we can work together as a team. We should get going." The boy stalked away towards the ship without another word.

"Riku's right," Sora agreed. "Let's give Phil some time to cool off. In the mean time there are other worlds who need our help and while we're helping them we can be building on our team work!"

Phil turned his head slightly to watch the small group head towards the coliseum exit. He knew they had potential but fighting together as a team took time and effort. He was confident they would get it in time but for now he had a coliseum to run and they had other worlds to visit.

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Not many people strike the young girl as fearsome, but the man standing before her was one to be feared. She was well aware of what he was capable of doing and was none too eager to anger him.