Henry had kept quiet most of the trip, only speaking once or twice to ask Oswald or Amaya about the other worlds that seemed to be out there. He'd figured out how to make his keyblade disapear at least. He'd have to thank Oz for that again later. Space travel was still making him a bit uneasy, and he finished off the last of his pack of smokes as they traveled to their first destination. The others all looked pretty confident, so he felt a bit easier at least.

Their destination, it turned out, was a swamp. It looked a little bit like the bayous he'd seen down in Lousiana, though there didn't seem to be any mirelurks or alligators here. But there were a bunch of dandies that looked straight out of an old "Tales of Chivalrie" comic he'd read once when he was little. They were panicing at the sight of some of those Heartless he'd seen earlier. He resisted the old impulse to pull the sawed-off shotgun at his hip, knowing that buckshot wouldn't do much good, calling Atom in his right hand and charing forward. He made as much noise as he could to get the attention of the bulk of the group, being the biggest, oldest and probably the strongest of this bunch, slashing away at a Soldier before shoulder-checking a Shadow aside. 

"C'mon ya ugly sons'a bitches! Come get a taste've Big Hank Sullivan!" He roared his challenge, driving Atom through another of the Soldiers and causing it to explode into a big puff of smoke. He figured that meant he was winning. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Heartless he'd struck, but haden't killed, were staggering even more than the rest, looking almost like they'd been swimming in a radioactive river and paying for it. "Huh. That'll be sum'n to ask 'bout later."