This entire escapade was absurd! Why did she agree to this Ninty would never know, but the whole shooting streams of light from her Keyblade was pretty cool.

Ninty had been in fights before, she had even been in brawls as a youngster as well but never a war. She’d never heard someone’s dying shriek, never seen their body being ripped apart by shadows before it even had a chance to hit the ground, never smelt flesh being burned to barely a few ashes upon bone.

“Get away from me!” Ninty shrieked and swung the keyblade at a shadow far too close for comfort.

She was wearing a dress. Of all things she had decided to wear a dress thinking that she’d be more than a match for these things. But she was paying the price now. Even after such a short time being on the ground her limbs were dotted with small cuts from the little soldiers giddily running circles round them.

As Ninty was firing another round of beams up at the flying Nocturnes (though Ninty herself called them annoying pepper pots), pressed so tightly against Henry’s back that she was regularly dealing and receiving volleys of elbows to the ribs, the many bells ringing in her skull drew her attention to her left. The flood of jittering heartless before her was being parted by the a large body charging full pelt towards them, sending the heartless between them up into the air.

“Fatso to the left!” Ninty shouted, not at all concerned that her left was Henry’s right. “Move!” She struck out her bum with enough force to send her and Henry away from each other.

The Large Body tore through the space they had been just moments before whilst Ninty slashed apart the Heartless she had tumbled into. And the next, and the next, and the next Ninty continued to swipe vigorously at the Heartless surrounding her.

“By the Thirteen how many of these things are there!?” Ninty cursed loudly.