Thomas walked angrily through the devastated landscape, seeing shattered trees, rubble, churned ground all around him, candy wreckage transformed into a panorama of destruction. Much as it was though, he didn't care, muttering under his breath and venting his rage against Joshua in a forum in which his complaints would not be heard by anyone else. He was a leader, and he had to be strong, to be a mainstay that people could turn to. A leader did not show weakness before those he was leading, and so he wouldn't.
A slightly trembling hand reached up and grabbed a twig of peppermint, slipping it into his mouth, but almost immediately it was spit back out again, the Keyblade warrior wincing and sputtering at the turgid taste. He sighed, wiped his hands, and continued walking, until his attention was drawn by the sound of nearby movement. So, welcoming the distraction, Thomas went to see what it was. And what he found was....Turbo, as a Cy Bug, blasted and horribly damaged, barely able to move. Thomas might not like the guy, but at this point he just felt bad for him. It was a hell of a way to live.
And then he started talking, and the sympathy vanished as Turbo proclaimed his desire to at least defeat one member of the group before he went. Thomas took a step back in surprise as the armor cracked and scattered, revealing a centipede body with a lot of sharp bits, Turbo's head atop it. And then the former King rushed forward on the attack.
"Thanks," he replied with an anticipatory grin. "I needed to work out some aggression." So he flipped back, swiftly dodging the strikes that came at him as he got a bit of distance before coming to a halt. Ready, he reached out, touching the magic within him, focusing it on his sword, using Magic Blade, like he had learned so recently, but this time with a different spell imbued. Not simply fire, or ice, or lightning, but something far more destructive. Black Hole.
The Keyblade shimmered as magic ran through it, shimmered and vanished, light seeming to bend visibly around where the blade should be as it was affected by the Black Hole spell he had placed upon it. Ready then, he smirked and charged forward, striking quick and fast, using his size and agility to his advantage to dance around Turbo and wear him down, as he sliced and chopped off limb after limb and segment after segment. But there was no action taken for an immediate kill. Instead, it seemed he wanted to draw this out as long as he could, even if it made his opponent suffer. This would show him, would show all of them.
A slightly trembling hand reached up and grabbed a twig of peppermint, slipping it into his mouth, but almost immediately it was spit back out again, the Keyblade warrior wincing and sputtering at the turgid taste. He sighed, wiped his hands, and continued walking, until his attention was drawn by the sound of nearby movement. So, welcoming the distraction, Thomas went to see what it was. And what he found was....Turbo, as a Cy Bug, blasted and horribly damaged, barely able to move. Thomas might not like the guy, but at this point he just felt bad for him. It was a hell of a way to live.
And then he started talking, and the sympathy vanished as Turbo proclaimed his desire to at least defeat one member of the group before he went. Thomas took a step back in surprise as the armor cracked and scattered, revealing a centipede body with a lot of sharp bits, Turbo's head atop it. And then the former King rushed forward on the attack.
"Thanks," he replied with an anticipatory grin. "I needed to work out some aggression." So he flipped back, swiftly dodging the strikes that came at him as he got a bit of distance before coming to a halt. Ready, he reached out, touching the magic within him, focusing it on his sword, using Magic Blade, like he had learned so recently, but this time with a different spell imbued. Not simply fire, or ice, or lightning, but something far more destructive. Black Hole.
The Keyblade shimmered as magic ran through it, shimmered and vanished, light seeming to bend visibly around where the blade should be as it was affected by the Black Hole spell he had placed upon it. Ready then, he smirked and charged forward, striking quick and fast, using his size and agility to his advantage to dance around Turbo and wear him down, as he sliced and chopped off limb after limb and segment after segment. But there was no action taken for an immediate kill. Instead, it seemed he wanted to draw this out as long as he could, even if it made his opponent suffer. This would show him, would show all of them.