[h3] James and Natasha[/h3]
Prior to the battle both James and Natasha had taken a moment to explain their names to the others; James having stolen his back and Natasha deciding to take on a new one, neither really felt like explaining how at the time.

Natasha had to brace herself against the winds trying to rip her off from the ground and the powerful eddies of magic that crashed around the group. However, as she watched a skyscraper being pulled skyward Natasha wondered if they were only feeling a small portion of the Walpurgisnacht’s power. She watched Homuras attack intently, even with the blinding flashes of light from the explosions blocking her view, and felt the magic around the Walpurgisnacht churn like waves around the explosions and smothering them.

“You need to tear down its magic first!” Natasha explained to Homura, having to shout just to hear herself. “Get me in close; I can strip away its charms.”

James on the other hand hardly felt the winds whipping at him in earnest, with an invigorating warmth was permeating every atom of his being emanating from his Keyblade. Despite his efforts, after hearing about his past, James couldn’t help but flash a few wary glances at Drake wondering just how much he could trust the other man not to stab him in the back. He stared forwards towards the grotesque parade that was literally tearing up the streets towards them. James held a finger to his ear, and the little communication device now buried under his skin Drake had provided, trying to hear the information he was being fed. 

“It’s like the Goblin King.” James mumbled with eyes slightly out of focus.

“All civilians have been evacuated.” He snapped back to attention, relaying the information from the ships above. “So, just leaves that thing and its cronie- RIGHT!”

A trio of shadow witches had managed to sneak around their defences, twirling and giggling like children.

“Thunder!” James shouted and bolt of lightning shredded one of the witches.

The other two however continued forward