[color=ed1c24]Kazen groaned and struggled to raise his blade after it was frozen to the ground. 
"Gaaaaahhhhh!" He cried out in frustration before charging the blade; in seconds it was red hot again and he wrenched it free from the ice with a shattering crack.
"If you're really Soren, then why attack me?" He demanded as he dispersed his Keyblade and dropped to his knees.
"Fuck this, man. I'm tired...if you're part of the shadows, go ahead. But my arms broken, I'm bleeding all over the damn place, and I really need a goddamned cigarette." He sighed as he watched the shadows for proof of his friend.
"If you've got a way outta here, then let's use it. The longer we're down here the faster time passes up there." He said with an exhausted sigh.
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