“Have we got the brat yet!?” Ninty shrieked amidst mid swear.

She hated these things, she loathed them and felt quite a bit happier whenever she saw a puff of black smoke when they died.

While Henry took care of the Heartless on the ground Ninty tried to turn her focus to the skies; sending out volleys of light at their attackers and thinning them out. Sadly with so much going on and having to keep dodging, and of course retaliating against, attack from other heartless Ninty wasn’t much of a good shot. Even so the flying Heartless themselves didn’t have much chance of their own to attack as they jittered and jumped around above their targets.

Another few Heartless became puffs of smoke above her whilst Ninty continued to threaten those around her with promises such as;
“Touch me and I will shove yer friends head over there, up yer arse!”

Thankfully though, for the Heartless, Ninty stuck to either shooting or beating them instead.