The Keyblade War: It must be signed in Steel, and writ in Royal Blood

Nick:Well all i see are the ships and some... there sending some enemies here.

 

Phisoxa:" Damn, more enemies are closing in, and Mixt decides to go and get lost, heh heh."

She said leaning back in her chair really far.

 

Nick:Ill try shooting.. What i neded they have reflect

 

Phisoxa:" Hmmm, try some of those high powered missiles, maybe they might be enough to cut through their reflect barrier, kid."

 

A device on phisoxa's hip began to beep. It looked like a small walkie talkie with a video screen.

 

Phisoxa:" What now?"

She said putting her elbow up on the panel and leaning her head into it. She clicked the accept button.

 

Mixt: Hey, it's me. You need something?

 

Phisoxa:" Nah just wondering why you made a recent exit without telling no one."

 

Mixt: I got a "call" from Legion.

Mixt held up the hand the frame took from Phisoxa with a message carved in it.

 

Phisoxa:" I see so Legion was not man enough to come and fetch you himself, he had to use one of his little goons to come get you eh."

 

Mixt: Well I think it more has to do with conveinence. Like I'm using a com link to talk to you instead of traveling back.

 

Nick:Well at least we broke the reflect. Nick said this traning program is good

 

ooc: I hope you arn't shooting at the battleships, their allies.

 

ooc:no just some targetting

 

"I heard that."

 

Mixt: So you haven't gone deaf in the past thirty seconds? Shame

 

ooc: LOL, good to see you too Love... I've been fine... trying to make a comeback... but it's not going so good...

"Uh oh, Mixt... sounds like your in trouble..." said Rako with a little sarcasm

"Enough... Legion... what do you have to report?" asked Rako

 

Legion: ... Anyway, do you know what I called you here for?

Legion: HOw did you find us anyway?

 

Mixt: Well knowing you you're not here for a friendly chat. My guess is you either want to kill me for the sake of balance or you want to discuss my rank as a Libra.

 

Legion: balance?

Legion broke into a fit of laughter.