[h3]Mac and Cheese[/h3]
Mac suddenly felt his stomach plummet several feet when Mark bore down upon him with a savage grin. He took several steps backward hoping to stay out of reach, not trusting the shield charm to hold off many more hits after those bullets.
 
“Wasn’t really the plan.” He lied with a voice like sandpaper.

Suddenly Cheese was beside him and she tugged him sharply out of Marks war path. Her face was contorted into an ugly look of triumph. Mac had never ordered her not to take an enemies name.

“Well Mark. Stand still and die!” Cheese barked. 

Tight in her magical grip Cheese held the name, pouring what little power she had into it hoping against hope it was his. To Mark it would feel like something slipping into the back of his mind; an impulse to obey her.

Mac also hurled his own Keyblade spinning towards Mark, but lacking the same accuracy that Cheese and V2 possessed.

“Cut off his head. Quickly.” Cheese ordered V2.

In the back of her mind Cheese pulled together a backup plan to simply keep pummelling Mark until he could be contained, or driven off. Cheese constructed the illusion of hundreds of blades rising up behind her, her focus on Marks Name slipped slightly, waiting feverishly to charge. Cheese waited with her fists filled with the little fire gems to throw, just in case.