((Dark Gaia's creatures. Nice touch Creed!)) When the spikes impale them, the Risen disappear along with the spikes to be replaced only by more. "Michael, Ventus, go! We'll hold the Risen off. You two take care of Grima!" Vanitas says as he summons his keyblade and charges toward the Risen, easily taking out a few before they surround him, forcing him to go on the defensive. "Alright, this is it, our final battle. Let's give it our all." I say, summoning my keyblade. "Right...for Fairy Tail!" Michael says as he draws his silver sword, the both of us charging toward Grima. Grima laughs. "Fools, you'll shall meet your demise here!" He then breathes his lethal breath on us both, but we hold in our breath, suffering minor burns as we continue to run, releasing our breath once we're clear of his breath.