[quote=thewizardguy]
The area is lit up brightly, and the man is revealed. He's old and frail, a hole in his chest where his heart should be. He wears a ragged robe, and ragged clothing, his eyes black pits, filled with the Darkness. He shambles backwards, as the blades and beams of light strike the tendriles of darkness, which reatreat, moving in, only to retreat again. More tendrils of Darkness spill from the man's hand, like small hands or pure blackness, reaching to you, only to be sliced and stabbed into submission, retaining their distance. Against all odds, you seem to be driving back the Darkness, the thing that had, at first, dominated your minds with it's mere presence now humbled before you, a mere shambling old man, retreating in fear, his expression one of sorrow and anguish.
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The three of us continue to attack, My bursts of light becoming columns of light as I use Salvation, Ventus continues using his blades, never letting up, and Vanitas beams turn into rapid bursts of light.