[h3]Cheese[/h3]
The illusion dissipated upon impact from Philippas attack, it was useless distraction but one that had given Cheese the chance to get herself closer to the others.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Cheese appeared beside Tocsax. 

Cheese dashed over towards the barrier of light containing Drake. He was a heavy hitter filled to the brim with magic, and a sure fire way to save the Princess. Normally to undo a protection spell one would need to gather various materials such as salt, ashes and a candle but generally such spells were the same as anything else: hit it hard enough and it’ll break.

Just as she got to the barrier Cheese saw a child duck into one of the buildings of the square, the door slamming shut once they were through, and in the windows scared faces peered at the battle. Cheese swore loudly and instead headed over to the building. She had to protect the civilians. The door was again torn open as she approached filled with faces and hands of the people beckoning her in.

Once she was in Cheese was plunged into semi-darkness and the people babbled in French at her checking her over for injuries, asking questions or simply just shouting at each other to shut up.

“No, no, no, no stop, get off, just, stop it, listen to me.” She brushed off their hands trying to get them to listen. Eventually she unfurled her wings and the hallway was dimly lit by ethereal glow of them. There was a stunned hush.

“Elle est un demon!” A shivering voice from the back. “non, elle est une fée.” Another voice replied.

“Listen, I can get you out.” The sounds of the battle drifted in through the walls, the people closest to the window repressed a gasp. “But I can only take two people at a time and you have to be quiet!” Cheese hissed, and hoped very much one of them understood her. 

Thankfully it seemed that one of the people did speak English and in hushed tones hurriedly relayed the message. “You do how?” The old lady asked.

To answer her Cheese simply grabbed the two closest people and then concentrated. The three of them shimmered and then disappeared completely which made one man, grasping a metal crucifix around his neck, shriek in terror before he was quickly muffled by several hands.

“Open the door and don’t run.” Cheese ordered and they complied.

[h3]Mac[/h3]
Mac meanwhile had managed to find the edge of the village, a small corner shop, several cafes, a bike shop and the local pub which had a very nice selection of ales and wines. He had not however been able to find the others which, given how small the village seemed to be, was really starting to get on his nerves. Following the sounds of what he presumed to be the battle though taking place somewhere seemed to be taking him towards the central square of the village, at least he presumed it was the central square but as he had never really studied either French or whatever the Swiss language was he had no idea.

Further up the street he saw a small group of people running towards him, maybe three or four, looking very distressed. They were shouting at him as they go closer and making gestures for him to go the other way.

“Guess I’m going the right way then.” He ignored them as they passed and continued on.

“Mac!?” Cheese appeared out of thin air with two other people. They simply ran off after thanking her. “Where the hell have you been? This Philippa cow showed up with another Princess of Heart and is attacking everyone. Look just c’mon I’ll get you there and I’ll explain.”

“Sorry I got lost after fighting some Heartless.” Taking her hand Mac felt something like water rushing over his body and was unsurprised to find himself invisible. “This place is like a maze and I couldn’t find anyone. Why aren’t you fighting?”

“She’s got a protection spell up, I can’t get near her without getting burned.” Cheese snarled and tugged for him to move faster. “She has another protection spell around Drake, he’s one of our heavy hitters so you need to get him out of there while I try and get all the civilians to safety.”

As they rounded the corner into the square Mac felt his blood run cold at the sight of the fight. Encountering such a sight in the Fae realm was one thing but here in what Mac felt to be the Real World…it was another thing entirely. He would have to ask for more training sessions.

“Mac take this.” Cheese took hold of his wrist as she pressed the leather handle of her knife into his hand. “Use it and your Key-blade to brake the protection around Drake before it kills him. I’ll help as soon as I’ve gotten the last few people out.”

And with that she let go. With a numbing dread filling him Mac felt himself become visible again. With Key-Blade in one hand and Cheeses knife in the other he sprinted over to Drake, making sure to keep him between Mac and the Philippa woman in the sky above.

“Okay then mate, let’s try and get you out shall we?” Mac was forced to squint against the barriers blinding light though it was impossible to tell. “Then you can play with that flying cow up there can’t you.”

Mac hacked away at the barriers skin only for Cheeses knife to bounce off helplessly with a joyful ‘ping’. Again and again he tried with the same result. Growling with frustration Mac set the point of the blade against the shield and then smacked it with the base of his blade. The tip sunk into it. He hit it again and it sunk deeper creating patterns of cracks around the knife. Now he was getting somewhere.