[ Either up close or distant, fighting this thing was going to be dangerous either way. Though they all have some brand of far reaching weaponry— Vanitas didn't see that lightning strike, but he could smell the ozone, feel the way his hair stood on end when it hit the ground close enough to make his skin prickle— in all of Vanitas' experience something like this would eventually need to get up close and personal.
Or rather, it wasn't really his experience. Rather, the experience of a boy he'd slept in the heart of for ten long years.
He hovers there, like some kind of black fly, bringing his keyblade down in a flurry of attacks— on the spirit's face, then on the hand it raises in an attempt to defend itself. Of course, lingering as long as he does means it leaves him open to be grabbed, and Vanitas only stops swinging when the vines wrap around his body like the coils of a great python.
But even so, he wasn't deaf to Jason's shout, and he points VoidGear straight up in the air before the vines can pin his fighting arm to his body. ]
Haaaaah!
[ There's more than enough negativity to draw on in the area, and Vanitas pulls as much of it toward himself as he can. There's a strange sucking sensation, something unseen, the shadows all around them seeming to bend toward Vanitas like he's some kind of singularity— and on the ground, handfuls of Unversed pull themselves up, a veritable swarm of creatures. Whether it's a response to what they're fighting or not, every one that comes up looks a little like it should belong in the woods with these spirits. They surge forward, clambering onto both spirits, weighting down their ankles.
On the three-armed spirit, they start digging their needle-like hands into the gaps in the bark, trying to pull it off. ]
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Or rather, it wasn't really his experience. Rather, the experience of a boy he'd slept in the heart of for ten long years.
He hovers there, like some kind of black fly, bringing his keyblade down in a flurry of attacks— on the spirit's face, then on the hand it raises in an attempt to defend itself. Of course, lingering as long as he does means it leaves him open to be grabbed, and Vanitas only stops swinging when the vines wrap around his body like the coils of a great python.
But even so, he wasn't deaf to Jason's shout, and he points VoidGear straight up in the air before the vines can pin his fighting arm to his body. ]
Haaaaah!
[ There's more than enough negativity to draw on in the area, and Vanitas pulls as much of it toward himself as he can. There's a strange sucking sensation, something unseen, the shadows all around them seeming to bend toward Vanitas like he's some kind of singularity— and on the ground, handfuls of Unversed pull themselves up, a veritable swarm of creatures. Whether it's a response to what they're fighting or not, every one that comes up looks a little like it should belong in the woods with these spirits. They surge forward, clambering onto both spirits, weighting down their ankles.
On the three-armed spirit, they start digging their needle-like hands into the gaps in the bark, trying to pull it off. ]