Far-Off Touch

The Leviathan took the two blows hard and blew a blast of fire the size of Port Royal at the Keybladers, turning the sky red making it unbearable hot. Then, it dove under, trying to break the neck and started shooting blasts of water at the Keybladers.

Leviathan- 56% HP
Robyn- 87% HP
Silver- 90% HP
Xikru- 90% HP

 

Orias had gotten hit. "Whoa there bro." he said. He ran up and attempted to attack it with his keyblade. "Take that you Sushi Reject." he added.

 

Xelyk was wondering through the streets of radiant garden. He should probably head back and give his report but decided to take some down time instead. He had a backpack with him and took off his organization cloak. He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans underneath. Most members never took these things off but Xelyk wasn't like most members. Even though he didn't have a heart anymore he kept some of his old habits. He climbed onto a nearby roof and decided to lay down. He could feel the power of the Leviathan even worlds away. Would the keyblade bearers be defeated by such a beast? He took out his notebook and began to write.

 

Silver summoned a wall of ice to cool of most of the fire. "Come on guys. I have him with ice and water in his system... Anyone know how to summon natural thunder?" He said, in a joke-like tone before taking a deep breath and diving into the water, and striking the back fins.

 

Zeke just shrugged his shoulder as he took a second to recover from the levaithan last attack before throwing his keyblade at the back fin.

 

The Leviathan took the hits and then started spinning around rapidly, creating a maelstrom in the water. It grinned as Silver was sucked down into it and then watched as the other Keybladers attacked it before firing another blast of water at the one that had thrown his keyblade at him.

Leviathan- 42% HP
Robyn- 85% HP
Silver- 80% HP
Xikru- 90% HP
Zeke- 85% HP

 

Silver jumped from the top of the water fume. "Well that was refreshing! But I'm done." He charged up for the Zanthezuskin strike again, and struck the top fin, but was off target when he went to land, and landed in a near by boat. "I gotta work on my accuracy..." he said, eyes in the shape of spirals from dizziness. "Well, lets make some California roll's!" Silver said, knowing his puns were getting worse by the minute before grabbing some seaweed off of the boat, and threw it at the fish's eyes so that he could use cure on himself without interruption.

 

The Leviathan used it's gossamer thin second eyelid to wipe the seaweed off, then blasted fire at the annoying one.


Leviathan- 30% HP
Silver 90%

 

Xikru looked at the Leviathan. He could tell it was almost finished. Without the immense weight holding them down, he lifted the now broken chains he'd used to try and raise up the Leviathan easily. He separated any still holding together into individual links and raised them to just below the clouds. "i'd find cover if i were you." With a snap of his fingers, a hailstorm of chain links going near bullet-like speed rained down on the heartless terrorising Port Royal. unless it escape beneath the water, this would likely do quite a bit of damage.

 

The Leviathan looked up at the hail of chains, then blew out a gust of blizzard magic. It formed a giant shield above itself, protecting and absorbing it from the chains. Then, ice encased the chains and sent them back at the keyblade wielders, the remaining ice coming down to heal itself.

Leviathan- 15% HP
Xikru-80%
Robyn-70%
Silver- 80%

 

Using his keyblade to deflect the falling hail, he waited until he had a clear shot before tossing his keyblade at the enemy again.

 

As the leviathan deflected his chain links, Xikru groaned. "Alright, you know what? Screw this! time to get up close and personal" He said, stepping through a dark corridor onto the leviathan's back. Once there, he summoned his keyblade and repeatedly hit the fin. It should take much to finish it off.

 

"Lets never be too sure!" Silver Started to form the Kamehameha beam in his hand, he aimed for the beast chest so it would not hit Xikru and began to fire it. "Kamehame... HA!" He fired it strait through the beast's chest with the energy beam.

 

[Continued...]

Lucrix was at a standstill with his replica, their blades locked. Petals swirled around them in the Training Room, like a blizzard of shadows. Lucrix was at his limit, sweat beading down his forehead. The Regen spell wore off in the Dark Corridor fluctuation, his wounds anew from the final battle. This particular replica was identical to him in speed, skill, strength, and focus. It had thought to the point of both sapience and sentience. This made the replica far more dangerous.

The two disengaged simultaneously, as though they were mere reflections in a mirror. The moved as one, clashing and slashing, parrying blow after blow. Lucrix hooked his blade with his opponent's, both of whom gave a sharp tug. Neither gave way, and thus did they begin to spar, their footwork in sync as their lone blades performed complex, yet beautiful strokes. Lucrix struck high, his opponent parrying the blade by hooking under it and shoving it to the side. The replica thrust the weapon forward but Lucrix side-stepped, bringing his sword in, and countered with with an under-to-upward thrust. The replica quickly brought its blade back in, quickly parrying the blade with a complex, high-angled parry.

The Nobody and his replica were practically dancing in the flurry of petals, an idyllic sight if there were any onlookers. The dance slowed, Lucrix's defenses giving way to exhaustion. In order to avoid being severely wounded, Lucrix spun into the strike radiance, getting grazed by a potential death-dealing thrust, and unhooked the hookswords. He gave a heavy blow into the clone's abdomen, knocking it back, and flew forward into a roll. He was quickly on his feet in time to see the replica come forward with twin downward strikes. Lucrix was forced to throw himself to the side, getting a deep cut on his side and shredding his cloak. He lay on the ground, wincing in pain, his counterpart slowly stalking in for the kill. Lucrix slowly rose up, trying to catch his breath.

He had, in a short amount of time, spent more energy than was properly necessary. It was easy to defeat a clone of oneself, but it was completely different to fight the cloneof a Nobody on par of that of a normal upstart Wielder. Lucrix now no longer had the energy to manipulate the thorns and petals, to disperse the replica who now possessed individualism, nor to open a Dark Corridor. He gave a rare, yet sardonic smile. Non-existence was at the door, and he relished it.

Lucrix thrusted both of his blades into the ground and removed his now ruined cloak. He bled from multiple wounds, but the dark ichor didn't bother him. The Nobody turned and faced his opponent, his emotionless eyes shimmering with survival instinct. His heart lacked the selfishness of survival, he knew, and that was what made him into a Nobody. With hungry cat eyes, Lucrix charged forward, attacking with a flurry of blows. The replica, as intelligent and as skilled as Lucrix, was unable to understand this sudden change. An exhausted and battle-hungry Lucrix threw his entire being into this new assault, purely barbaric and unpredictable, striking with heavy blows. The clone did not exist long enough to understand desperation, and thus didn't understand the thoughts running through its artificial mind.

From the beginning, Lucrix manipulated the entire training session. He purposely buried the fragments of his memories, of his own ambitions and plots from the creation of the clones. He extended his consciousness to each clone, to give them a sort of collective memory. The final clone had an artifical existence, its form having flesh-and-blood endurance, an individual mind, and an artificial consciousness. It knew every move and every amount of conscious skill that Lucrix had. But it didn't know about where his tecniques hailed from... and this primal tecnique pushed Lucrix further.

The Nobody tore away the replica's weapons, spun in low, and knocked in a knee. Lucrix kicked the clone in the face and kept on it, bashing and slashing it with pure primal fury. Eventually, the clone burst into petals, only leaving behind a single cloak. As Lucrix regained his senses, he dismissed his swords and donned the cloak, zipping it up and throwing on the cowl. His muscles ached, pushed to their limits. Lucrix did not believe in holding back...

He left the Training Room, the thorns fast fading away. Lucrix needed rest, and thus he wandered to his room, his wounds left open.

 

Xena, after eating her ice cream decided that it wasn't right to pout around so she went back to the training room and saw Lucrix. She stood, hid behind the door way as he fought. It was spectacular, to see such a battle. Not even Xena herself would have been able to have such a battle. She would have died with the first flurry of attacks.

When the male stopped she looked at his body. All those cuts and wounds. Running off she grabbed something from a cabinet and went to his room. Knocking on the door she left the bandage wraps and healing cream there as she ran off to hide down the hall.

 

Lucrix lay in his bed, resting. He was tired and the aches began to set in. He closed his eyes for a moment, only to hear a knock at his door. The Nobody got out of his bed with practiced grace, emptying his mind as a means to force the pain away. He approached the door and opened it, looking both ways outside of his room, only to see no one. Out of paranoia, he looked down to see if someone was crouching, prepared to strike. He saw no one... but he found medical materials. Lucrix knelt low to pick it up, moving backwards into his room. He closed the door and locked it. Lucrix began to apply the ointments and bandages.

 

Xena looked down the hall after she heard the door close and saw that the medical supplies she left were gone. She smiled softly and turned to go to her room, humming a sweet tune till she entered her room and turned on the music. The silence was filled with piano cords followed by the sound of a harp. Sitting on her windowsill she looked to the Heart that floated in the air outside her window.
"I will get my heart back..." She said placing her hand against the window.

 

OOC: Stuff like this guys is NOT allowed anymore. This isn't a crossover, afterall.
IC: The Leviathan burst apart in a blast of light, and it was gone, leaving a giant heart that flew up into the dark sky.

BOSS BATTLE OVER.
The party learned Fire!

OOC:Now that the Leviathan is dead, take this time to heal and such.