The Keyblade War: Rewind and press Play

"Unfortunately, you haven't saved anyone." Mixt locked his blade with hers "Now that you've given us the location of another base, we'll kill all of you and then move there." Mixt then sent a kick towards her stomach.

 

Phisoxa:" Never, I'm not weak, I won't let you just come here and beat us up without us having anything to do about it."
She said ignoring the pain in her stomach as he kicked her.
Phisoxa:" Go away !!!"
She said slicing her keyblade through the air so hard that it caused a humongous trench to cut between them with such force, that it caused a shock wave. through the ground.

 

From a distance, 8 cloaked figures were watching Mixt and Phisoxa battle

???: "Do you think we should help them Cratos?"

Cratos: "Well, we'll just wait it out a little longer to see if we should intervene, right Odin?"

Odin: "I suppose, interrupting a battle is quite rude..."

???: "You know I could get both of 'em from here, right?"

Cratos: "Don't be so impatient, when the time is right, and if we're needed, understood Brynhildr?"

Brynhildr: "Fine"

Cratos: "By the way, Alexander, do you notice anything about them?"

Alexander: "Both of them are pretty powerful, though I doubt they'd stand a chance if you fully released your powers..."

Cratos: "I see..."

 

Mixt stood still as if he didn't even notice the earth moving. The Shockwave forced the sand cloud aside but he didn't care, it must have served it's purpose by now. "If you are trying to impress me you are sadly mistaken." Mixt twisted his foot and the crevice began to seal back up. He then pointed his keyblade at Phisoxa and motioned for her to come at him.

 

Just then Drake stood infront of Phisoxa and smiled as he looked at Mixt "how about you fight me?" Drake said

 

Phisoxa whined with disappointment.
Phisoxa:" But Drake, he's my kill, just because I'm a lady doesn't mean I can't kick his ass."
She said holding her keyblade securely.

 

Mixt smiled "Will I take a Rook first? Or a Bishop? It makes no difference. I'll take you both at once if I must. Just make your move"

 

Drake looked over at her and sighed "fine since Im sooooo generous I will let you fight but if you start to lose im joining in" Drake said backing away from the fight confident in Phisoxa's strength. He always liked Phisoxa because she wasn't dull like the other knights

 

Phisoxa:" Who's the rook in this comparison Mr.Smartie."
She said with a annoyed look on her face, she couldn't use the basic attacks on this guy, he wasn't a normal foe.
She took off after him, flash stepping as she went and slammed her keyblade into his plate that covered his ribs, cracking it.

 

Cratos: "Someone else is there as well, it would seem he's the leader, this should be interesting"

He opened his notebook and quickly wrote down some things he observed.

???: "I don't get it, why are we even bothering to watch this?"

Cratos: "I explained it to you before Bahamut, if we engage them in battle, we'll at least have some notion of how to react to their attacks"

Bahamut: "I suppose, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm dying of boredom over here"

Cratos: "Hmph, whatever, I just hope you realize that being hot-headed sometimes results in loss... understood?"

Bahamut: "Hah! Whatever, I don't care either way."

???: "Oh come on, you are a total sore loser."

Bahamut: "Shut up Styria!"

Styria: "My, my, a little testy today aren't we?"

???: "You shouldn't mess with him, you remember what happened to the last person that taunted him, don't you?"

Syria: "I guess you're right Nyx"

 

Mixt took a few steps back from the recoil, he hadn't expected such speed from her. That was a very costly mistake, his breastplate was for decomposition alchemy and without it he couldn't preform assassinations. At least she hadn't seen one to realize what she had gained. Mixt flipped his keyblade to hold it back handed and then rushed in, but he was weaving awkwardly and without a real pattern to it. Once he made it to striking distance spun arround sliding behind her and sending a stab to her back.

 

Phisoxa flailed her arms forward throwing herself off balance so she fell on the ground, missing the tip of his blade only by a few centimeters.
Phisoxa:" My nickname "Eagle" is not Eagle for nothing, swift as a eagle."

 

Cratos: "That... was an interesting way to evade an attack..."

???: "You know Cratos, I'm concerned for you, ever since that day over 3 centuries ago you've been emotionlessly fighting battles that you say you do because 'you're bored'"

Cratos: "Well, I guess I should be flattered Hecatoncheir, but I'm not, and don't you ever, mention that day, never again"

Cratos seemed to get a little angry, and then he looked at the lucky charm he carries around and his facial expression changed slightly.

 

"Well then 'Eagle' why don't you dodge this?" Mixt said as he snapped his fingers and jumped backwards into the shadows. Phisoxa's shadow began to ripple and a head peaked out for a moment before diving back down. Suddenly Neoshadow and Shadow Heartless started to pour out, forming a stream of attacks at Phisoxa from nearly point-blank.

 

Phisoxa raised her keyblade into the air and the tip of her keyblade began to glow with a mysterious light suddenly the light began to glow more erotically and Phisoxa began to spin around quickly in a circle, making the light become more stronger the whole light began to engulf her inside and as it dissolved away she was gone. But her scent was still around. She appeared in one place in midair above one of the heartless and sprung forward, her keyblade was fully glowing and slashed down on the heartless, touching down on the ground and kicking off again, disappearing again.

 

ooc: Can I please have a recap.

 

Sitting in the cooling shade of a thick canvas tent sat a younger man, no older than twenty. Compared to many of the others in the encampment, he would have seemed almost crazy to be in a war. He looked nothing like the popular vision of a soldier; he bore no armor, no insignia of rank, nor had he any other military installments. He had no troops to call his own. Rather, he bore nothing but a thick, almost insane amount of black and white robes bearing an oriental throw back. His insignia was a split circular visage upon his back, bearing a spiraling formation of black and white, merging at the very center. Wrapped around his face at the present moment to further block off the sun, was a series of shawls, seemingly siphoned from the rest of his get up.

He was no true soldier by title; he was a volunteer, as he had put himself. He’d be gone, most likely, by the time the army’s work in the desert had culminated into a viable conclusion.

Yet the most obscure thing about him, when matched against the rumbling action around him, was that he was meditating. Whilst his apparent comrades bustled, play fought, and even argued over tactics to be used along the road, he simply passed off any notion of social endeavor. His mind had presumably shifted out from the actual flow of things happening around him. The army could suddenly move out from the camp, and he’s likely not notice anything in the slightest.

But it fazed him very little. He preferred the solitude of thought at this moment. He had never actually intended to become as involved with the light army as he had been. But it had gone awry when his mission had taken so much longer than even his authorities had anticipated. A snake will always find a place to hide, he recalled, as he unlocked the memories pushed aside for the sake of acting his part. He had been doing this for too long. His focus on his true mission had begun to wane steadily away, just as the light of day upon the desert landscape.

Suddenly, the man was pulled from his meditative state by the likes of a messenger, whose voice was worried, yet held trace portions of excitement. “Sir!” he shouted, as the man looked up upon him, his eyes gazing through the gap in his shawls. “What is it?” he asked the messenger, while attempting to feel comforting, and urgent at once. “Well sir. Our most recent scout report has informed us that a branch of the dark army is headed this way. They’ve already engaged one of our leaders.” The man in shawls nodded lightly as he rose gracefully to his feet.

“Then I shall be amongst those who join the battle. Bring me a steed. No doubt one such beast shall carry me on swifter feet than my own.” The messenger, partially confounded by the odd speech of the soldier, gave an awkward bow, and rushed off from the tent to fetch a horse. Zei Je, of the Tao Sect Monks. Fathers, my mission has not gone discarded from memory. It will all happen soon enough. That, I promise.

 

Damn it, she's got magic. And she's good at it too. Enough speed for a flashstep and enough power to crack his breastplate as well, this girl was no pushover; that much was certain. Mixt dismissed his keyblade and then stomped his foot on the ground and twin swords came flying out of the ground. Mixt caught them and proceeded to remove his armor. He was going to need to fight speed with speed.

 

ooc:After phisoxa was done sleeping and dreaming, Phisoxa and Crystal ran off to go explore the rock formations since they were bored hanging around at Light Army camp in Sunset Horizons. They met the light General Drake, who was there by himself. The three were detected by a few Dark Army spies, and their whereabouts were announced to General Mixt and Mixt launched a full out ambush on the Light Camp along with Diablo. They intercepted Phisoxa, Drake, and Crystal who were heading back to camp and now they are fighting. <3

EDIT:Phisoxa slashed down the last heartless and came to a stop behind Mixt, catching her breath before she could forced again to travel at a fast speed while attacking.

 

Torxber watched the fight from high up on top of a rock formation. He wore his coat and his hood concealed his face. He was interested in one of the dark generals. He seemed to use unholy avenger, interesting he though.
Torxber: I guess the stage is set. Now its my turn to play a little.