[color=gold]"FUUUUUUUCK!"[/color] Came the yell of a figure as he fell out the sky. Clad fully in some strange armour, the figure cursed to the five wizards that every time he changed worlds the fates thought it funny to drop him several hundred feet above the ground. Freak'n magic and it's stupid rules.

And, of course, he [i]had[/i] to land in the middle of a force of invading darkness. In his stunned state one of the minions managed to strike him... only for nothing to happen. He sent the creature packing with a burst of lightning before summoning Fenrir. Behind his helmet a savage smirk appeared on his face as he blasted through the heartless with his blade.

With a slash and chop the weaklings succumbed to his blade. Lightning sparked through the battlefield as the warrior searched for a true challenge. When he realised what was leading the heartless, he had to laugh.

[color=gold]"Well, that's just not fair."[/color]

Somehow these heartless had gotten their hands on a version of Travellion, though this thing was far sleeker in design. It looked like it was originally white, but the black ichor of the dark creatures was spreading across its body. Seemed to be more designed around fighting larger opponents, so might be a good idea to break into the cockpit. Volgel above, this was going to a bigger pain than that world where the cities ate each other. Sighing, he leaped and used his blade to gain a foothold on this iron giant.