It took a moment even after their creator had fled for the monetary facsimiles to collapse in on themselves, sending tinkling, glittery little orblets bouncing out across the battlefield like ping-pong balls. The fat man had been unnaturally capable of defending himself. He walked over and collected one of the scattered pieces of Munny. His abilities were interesting. It was indeterminate exactly how extensive the Baron's control of Muney truly was, but at its fullest extent it was a harrowing thought. v2 hoped these clones and the dollar storm were the extent of it. He dropped the piece back to the ground. He didn't like the idea of being bought and paid for.

Looking around the battlefield he could no longer see the large, semi-heartless signature he had picked up. He did register that one of the strange entities like the fat man was still present, but none seemed to be attacking him. The fight here, at least, was over. However, he was still picking up heartless signatures in the town around him. 

"Heartless are still present in the area." He said. He didn't yell or shout it, but he said it stone faced and loudly.