[ The darkness spreads, saturating the very air with the fragrance of its stench. It's a deep well that stretches on and on, and only the half-heart beating in Xigbar's may know its limits.
It'll be enough, though, and that's all that matters.
The shadows pool, and eventually he emerges. The guns have disappeared (they were Braig's weapons, not his), and for this, he no longer needs them. A mesh of purple and black gathering at his fingertips, the edges of his coat billow slightly as the power builds.
Curling the fingers of his right hand, he stretches it forth, almost casually. Almost instantly, fiery shards of darkness begin to form. It's space mixed with the unnatural power he's gained over ten years of housing Xehanort's heart, and it's high time it served it's purpose.
Gathering the fragments about him, he sends them in waves -- a whirlwind of fire and shadow. ]
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It'll be enough, though, and that's all that matters.
The shadows pool, and eventually he emerges. The guns have disappeared (they were Braig's weapons, not his), and for this, he no longer needs them. A mesh of purple and black gathering at his fingertips, the edges of his coat billow slightly as the power builds.
Curling the fingers of his right hand, he stretches it forth, almost casually. Almost instantly, fiery shards of darkness begin to form. It's space mixed with the unnatural power he's gained over ten years of housing Xehanort's heart, and it's high time it served it's purpose.
Gathering the fragments about him, he sends them in waves -- a whirlwind of fire and shadow. ]