"Right," Thomas called back in agreement as he moved. The support from the Sergeant buoyed him up, providing incentive to add force and ferocity to his attacks. Surely the few small Heartless or Cy-bugs that got past could be handled by the others. There was a significantly larger foe to focus on after all. Calhoun shot at it, shattering the ice he laid up and damaging its tentacles i the process, but he couldn't tell if they were doing damage fast enough, or rapidly enough.

Thomas paused in his assault, taking a few steps back out of range and a few deep breathes as well, raising his Keyblade as he thought back, remembering those recent, painful lessons with Serin. He forced past the pain, the embarrassment, the emotions, and to the lesson itself. Feel the sword as part of himself, feel the magic flowing through him, focus on it, expand it, trap it, contain it. Well, something like that anyway. His face twitched as he thought, releasing the magical power into the sword as he used Fire, also working at the same time to ignore the differentiations between the various levels of Fire.

And Serin was right, he could feel the difference between using the iron weapon and his Keyblade, how much easier it was. The sword burst alight with flames from the Fire spell and his eyes flew open, a smirk returning as he ran back in, leaping slashes aimed at chopping tentacles and cauterizing the wounds w ith Fire at the same time. Yet another showing off of power that no one would be around to really see. Man, he had to work on his timing.