[h3]Mac and Cheese[/h3]
“God dammit.” Mac grunted and swore when a bolt had sliced across his left shoulder. “Cheese!?” 

Without missing a beat Mac had summoned his own mangled keyblade even as the wound burned an angry red.

Just behind him stood Cheese grinned excitedly, having winced also when Mac had been hit, with a murderous violet shine to her green eyes. For a brief second her entire being shimmered and wobbled like the reflection on a pond before she vanished completely. 

At the same instant as Cheese had shimmered multiple ‘Seths’ twisted into being between the shield and the snipers, all of them wearing the same malicious grin and eyes shining violet. They were simply images though with so little substance that if you were to stare at them for long enough you could see everything going on behind them.

A tiny shadow played along the walls, somehow without any clear source, up towards the snipers.

“Knew I should’ve grabbed that cat’s whiskers.” Came Cheeses voice from somewhere to the left. “Would’ve sharpened my blade something wonderful.”

“So how’s your evening babe?” Mac asked Toscax jokingly. “Anything interesting happening?”