The young man flinched as he watched the armored figure start blasting away the creatures with the gun arm. "Alright, I should remember not to piss this guy off..." he said, then went back to watching. "What crazy world is this...?"

Hugo pumped off rounds of his weapon-not only could his pickaxe shoot fire, it could apparently shoot jagged blocks of ice and bursts of lightning. "Matt! Get to that rip and seal it!"

"I know, I know!" Matt drew back his sword. "Vorpal..."

His blade grew brighter very quickly, and as he slashed the air in front of him, the resulting arc fired a crescent of energy at the gathering Heartless. "...SLASH!""

Without hesitation the energy wave tore through the Heartless, and as they all fell to their messy ends, Matt ran foward, stopping before the rip. "Hugo! Other Person That I Forgot The Name Of! Hold them off!"

Edited by The Helldragon on September 25, 2006 at 22:25:39.

The young man stared as the person he had previously thought to be human began his assault on the shadow monsters with his floating arms. As this happened, he ducked behind the wall when he saw one of the arms fly past it. He waited several seconds, then looked back out behind the wall when nothing happened to him. As he watched, the other man ran up to the rift dispensing the monsters after he destroyed several at the same time.

"What the heck is going on? What kind of people are these guys?" he asked himself quietly as the battle raged on.

Matt dismissed his energy blade with a thought, and spread his hands apart to seal the rip. "Here we go!"

He began to attempt to bring his hands together-it was clearly harder than one would think, as he visibly strained to bring them together. As he brought them barely closer together, the rip shrank just a little bit.

He cocked his head to the side as he watched the man in the rift seem to push the air between his hands together, and gasped when he saw the portal in front of him shrink fractionally. But his amazement turned to horror when he saw more monsters form themselves around the man.

Matt grit his teeth as the Heartless began to swarm around him. "Little help here!"

*DragonFire just watches everything*

DragonFire: Hmmm... Interesting, this enemy is unknown to me so I have yet to determine what to do, but it's as if Juno as done this before... I have been away for far too long...

Morph was starting to get agitated. The Lesser Demon he was facing in the Nightmare Realm just didn't do a thing!

"Ahright hen." He sighed. Alright then.

He got to a normal standing position, his hands in front of his body, palms against each another. "You ahked hor ih!" You asked for it!

The words of an old technique he suddenly had remembered came to him in his mind. Houkaisu... and Kazechi..., Raikumizu... and Hikariyami... and finally, he shouted out the last word... as his eyes shot open "Maken!"

Strange lights of a wide variety of colours surrounded him. He brought his hands back, behind him, and suddenly they were holding a pair of shimmering, shining swords, the power just shone off of their blades. Morph bend his knees, and then burst off the ground into the air, send flying at high speed towards the Lesser Demon, his too blades ready to slash at it with all the magical power he had put in them with his very soul.

"You could say that." He responded. "Where may he be now, I wish to speak with him. I'd appretiate if you'd be so kinda as of telling me."

(OOC: I did look for it, but I couldn't find it. >.> Besides, when was the last time you saw Ms. Sunday here?)

Morph's eyes widened just a little. Well, actually they didn't. He was going so fast it would surprise himself if he would ever be able to close his eyes again afterwards. He saw Ms. Sunday coming at him, a tad faster that he was going, but he could not dodge. That much was clear. However, somehow, the did not collide, but Morph could not see as to why. The burning sensation on his eyes of his speed had clouded his vision somewhat, but the big Lesser Demon was so huge it could not be clouded.

Morph raised an eyebrow. "Ooooooooooohay." He said. He put the compass in his pocket, then looked around. "Ah." He walked about few dozen yards, maybe three, and stopped to pick something up. It was his jaw. "Canh horgeh hih." he nodded. Can't forget this. He then tried to connect it back to the rest of his head, but only half succeeded at first. Eventually, he did it, but much of the skin of his cheeks were ripped apart, and bloody. "Oh well, at least I can talk normal again." He sighed, before he took out the compass and went on his way.

"Oh, yeah!" Matt shouted back as Juno cleared the Heartless around him. "Now let's seal this bitch for good!"

With a powerful cry, he slammed his palms together, and the rip followed, collapsing in on itself, but not before sucking in a Heartless that was just beginning to form.

"Time for cleanup!" Hugo said, and swinging his pickaxe, it lashed tongues of fire on the remaining Heartless, burning them away.

With a small cry, the young man fell backwards as one of the shadow creatures slammed into the wall, causing the monster to disintegrate upon impact.

"I gotta find a weapon if these things come up here," he muttered. He turned around, looking around the room of ruin for anything he could use to defend himself. However, he didn't see anything. Instead, he spotted a strange object lying on the ground next to where he woke up.

He picked it up, wondering just what in the world it was. It looked like an expertly crafted hilt and crossguard to a sword, but there was no blade. A small crystal was suspended over the crossguard in its place. He was trying to figure out what the object was when he heard a shout and the sounds of fire raging, and he ran back over to the wall to continue watching the fight.

Naze smirked sinisterly.
"I fought him once." He said recalling the fight he had with Awai while in Blazen's body. "Thank you, but I can stay no longer. Fare well, Derek." He finished as the darkness took him again. He appeared on the wrim of the volcano. He stood behind Samira, as she was mumbleing to herself on the recent happenings. "Samira, beutiful as always I see; how have you been?" He asked with a grin, his cain against his legs.

Morph felt as if he was getting close to the temple. He didn't know for sure, but it seemed that the arrow of the compass moved a little bit more when he would side-step then when he had begun this little quest. It didn't take too long until he indeed saw a kind of large building rising up in the distance. As he came closer, his eyebrows rose. "Whoa." He uttered.

(You're up Zane, tell me what the temple looks like.)

He blinked when the floating being announced that someone was watching them. He clutched the object in his hand and stood up, ready to turn and escape. However, as he moved, his foot slipped on a piece of rubble, causing him to fall over with a dull thud. He yelled out as he collapsed, then cursed himself at his own stupidity, catching the attention of the others in the street.

"My, my. Just as energectic as you are beutiful. Though I shouldn't be surprised should I?" Naze began walking around the edge slowly, ignoreing her warning. "Oh well. It's been years...many of years. Nevertheless, it's good to see you again. Now, the reason I'm here. Seen Awai recently, I've had a craving to speak with him, I'd like to congradulate him on his victory over me from before. Such a fine show that was." He began spinning his cain as he walked, though turned after a few feet and continued walking."

He looked up at the fist waiting to crush his skull with surprisingly little emotion, unable to speak. He then snapped out of it.

"Feh. I woke up here with a headache, only to see you and the rest of those people blasting away those black... things. As for who I am..."

He then stopped, his mind whirling for an answer. And then it came to him... he couldn't remember anything from before waking up. He thought hard, realizing the armored being above him was getting impatient, but he came up with nothing.

"That's a good question..." he whispered.

(OOC: Don't name him, he'll get his name soon enough. Yes, he has amnesia.)

Edited by RisingDragon on September 26, 2006 at 18:09:48.

"Hold on," Matt said, walking over to the scene, with Hugo in tow. "No need to get overly violent yet..."

"Yet," Hugo repeated, hefting his pickaxe. "Can't be too careful."

"Thank you, Mr. Super-Violence," Matt deadpanned at Hugo's remark. He looked at the newcomer. "Personally I don't think this guy's villian material..."

Edited by The Helldragon on September 26, 2006 at 21:11:21.

Naze held out his hand and the lava hit against the air near it and bounced back into the volcano, both him and Samira unharmed.
"Now, now. Is that how you treat guests?" He asked, stopping and turning to her. "Fine I'll stop moving. Now have you seen Awai recently?" He asked hastily.

Matt raised a finger. "I know! I could try restoring his memory! Like I did with Taliban-remember, Hugo?"

"I was there, you idiot! Of COURSE I remember!" Hugo lowered his pickaxe. "But can you pull it off?"

"We'll find out." Matt looked to the nameless man. "If you'll let me try."