Arthal looked at the Heartless around them, more and more began to circle him. Soon a large almost comically large shadowy form appeared before him. This was the leader, the boss of the Heartless without him the others would cower and run from the blades they feared. Jumping up he flew right up to the large creatures head more heartless uselessly jumping up towards him. He disconnected the blades landing on the creatures shoulder he shut his eyes focusing he unleashed attack after attack the beings neck. Soon the Shadow collapsed burning away into nothing their leader gone the Heartless faded away nervously.

Arthal then looked up at the clock tower. "Care to join us? Or should I be shaking in boots in fear of another minion of Darkness." He asked the two who had remained at a distance on the tower. "Let us gather and discuss this war before the Heartless find a new leader." He answered, in truth the Heartless boss here was weak and pitiful compared to most. Living in this world had weakened the Heartless here considerably compared to your average group of the abominations. The master simply waited both blades in hand just standing their. He knew Bellasiel could handle these creatures, though the other two proved to quite bad at fighting.