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--stay!

[ Is that a distorted, but may be recognizable voice? Why, yes, maybe, to those who know her. There's heavy breathing, but it distances itself from the Gear, and there's surprised sounds from a Togekiss, Typhlosion, and Gabite in the background.

Xion shakes her head. No, no, this can't be happening. Wait, she knew this place might have had a chance for something like this, but... A-Ahhghhh... She holds up hands that aren't human, gold talons moving at her will...

Fix this... Have to fix...

Swish swish swish. Clothes are being put on. Then: ]

I need... I need help. With something. Please.

[ Maybe it doesn't have to be Roxas this time. Maybe it could be Sora. Or Ven. Or anyone. ]

[ooc: 4TH WALL EVENT! GUESS WHO'S GOING TO TRY AND FIND SOMEONE TO FINISH HER? She'll be under her hood, and underneath she'll look... like this. Just maybe not gigantic. And it can be anyone. Corridors of Darkness can be convenient in traveling around, why can't Johto just allow that...

So yeah! If you're up for a fight, or just to convince this derp and stop her dead (hah) in her tracks from setting on a selfdestruction path... by all means! ]

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[just when Shirou was about to rush out against the Heartless (the least he could do was continue to seperate them and slow them down until he figured out what he could do), he could feel an unmistakable shudder practically freeze his body. something was here, something dangerous and out of his league. he didn't even need to see it to know that something bad was about to happen. and just as he impulsively turned around back to Xion, she'd already roughly shoved him away]

Gah! [it was like everything went in slow motion in that instant. he saw the humanity in Xion's brilliant blue eyes as she saved him in kind, shoved him out of harms way. reaching out to her in vain, his blood froze up the very moment that gargantuan hand came down to crush the armored girl. it was sick. the way blood was choked from her and surfaced out her mouth, this was on the verge of becoming something nightmarishly gruesome]

H-Haah...

[she'll die. Emiya Shirou will die with her if nothing can be done about this monster that had so suddenly appeared. strangely enough, if only momentarily, it seemed the rest of the Heartless had ceased their activities in wake of the now weakened Xion. a heart as strong as Shirou's or the wielder of the Keyblade... it seemed they made their choice as Shadows lingered and pooled around the hand that continued to crush Xion. he couldn't find his voice, watching the person he'd just saved earlier slipping away with each passing second]

...

[the ice melts, his blood starts flowing, adrenalyn and anger begin to swell within him as he immediately forces himself to his feet. despite his body's protests, despite the warnings that he'd die if he attacked the Heartless, all he could think about was saving Xion. to him, nothing else mattered now. without looking he leapt, Kanshou and Bakuya poised as he screams out]

Let her go!!

[that arm... he had to cut that arm that was holding her! it had to be as thick as Berserker's; but would it be as tough to cut? for Emiya Shirou, there was no compromise. he would kill this thing and take Xion to safety. ignoring the rest of the Heartless around him, he raised the twin swords as he jumped into the air, ready to bring them down against the arm of the Darkside Heartless pinning her down]

W-Wait... Shirou!

[ Try as she might want to warn him beforehand, there was still the Darkside's other arm to consider as it comes around to punch Shirou from his charge.

Despite the heaviness of the hand on her body, Xion continues to try and free herself from its grip. She grips her one Keyblade tighter before reversing her grip and driving the point inside the palm of the Heartless. It roared in its own way, letting go, but that was cue for the smaller Heartless to gang up on her anyway and keep her where she is, swallowed by a pile of skittering Darkness. ]

[so blinded by his ideals that he didn't even think to anticipate the free arm. he thought he'd be faster, but the Darkside's fist was a decisive factor in this battle. the moment he came into contact with the massive Heartless, his mind immediately blanked. as if there was nothing there, nobody there... all that remained was the darkness. was his body even intact? all he knew was that something hit him and that was enough to stop his attack. what was he fighting? who was he protecting--]

[and it all hits him. like a semi-truck had literally drove him through full speed. the bones in his body broke, run over by that truck of a hit as he was sent sprawling across the ground. red filled his vision, splotches of crimson scattered around him as he doubled over in pain. he couldn't even properly cry out with blood coming up. it must have been painful for Xion, but for a normal boy like Shirou, this should have killed him. it was terrible to the point that he thought he'd vomit up what remained of his organs, but instinct told him to hang onto something. give in and you'll die, his body said. but he couldn't respond. he couldn't even see properly his brains were so scrambled]

A-Ah-- [as he crumpled to the ground where he'd first started, Shirou's swords fell from his hands, the will to keep them in this world gone as they broke apart and scattered away with the wind. he could hear the skittering of the Heartless as they closed in on something...someone... who? who did he fight for? what was her name again?]

["You're going to help me."]

Urgh..! [despite the fact that he'd lost a lot of feeling in his body, his hand moved over the groove of something. something of which he'd never held before. the very moment that he did though, he saw it. with whatever coherency was left in his mind, he remembered. the girl who had attacked him, wanting to put an end to her suffering, the suffering of her friends... when she saw no other way out, who was there to show her the way? he didn't know her. but she was someone who deserved to be saved. did it matter who he knew and who he didn't?]

Xi...on... [his eyes clenched shut, he defied his body's state to move, almost pathetically so as he rolled onto his stomach and coughed. raising his head, one...two...three, he opened his eyes. all that greeted him was darkness. was that right? was he supposed to see nothing but pitch black? look harder, Shirou. she's in pain. being swallowed up by the darkness that would soon claim him, he was helpless. gritting his teeth, Shirou wouldn't have noticed if he busted one of them in the process. he was pissed off. he didn't want to die like this. he didn't want to lose Xion like this--!] Ahh...!! [clutching the foreign object he'd felt earlier in his broken daze, he saw it again. he saw her again. brief glimpses of still images... the Keyblade. he could see the Keyblade, but he couldn't analyze its structure.

origin unknown. components unknown. unable to trace or project. what he could see was its wielder. he saw her smile. he saw her break down. he saw her battle him, crying puppet and throwing away any sense of worth he was fighting for in her. such strong emotions and feelings that resonated within the heart of the faker magus]

["Monsters made out of Darkness, born when the darkness in someone's heart overwhelms them,"

the darkness was in his way. he couldn't see Xion because the darkness he had yet to cut away was still there. if his power couldn't liberate her from it, then he'd just take what could. to him he didn't care about what belonged to him and what didn't. all that mattered as he denied death and surpassed his body's limits was that he had to see Xion again]

I told you...

[he's back on his feet, zero'd in on his enemies that prepared to feast upon their prey. the Keyblade within his grip vanished in a flash of light. but just when he made a move to call forth his own weapons, hands reaching for what wasn't there--]

LET HER GO--

[--they appeared. his magic circuits didn't activate or take a toll on his body and yet they returned to him. nothing was drained, or rather he didn't acknowledge it, two matching Keyblades appearing in his maddened grip. black and white. yin and yang. two swords under one ideal, they may as well have been a single weapon wielded by Emiya Shirou. they sported an appearance much similar to the weapons he favored so much. with these in hand, he'd destroy the darkness!]

--BASTARDS!!!

[he bolted towards the pool of darkness, mindful of whatever the Darkside may have attempted for rushing in, but he wouldn't allow it this time. bringing the twin swords down, he swung wildly and yet with a purpose, swarms of Heartless that had piled on Xion being destroyed in single blows. the trapped hearts inside floated away one by one, Shirou hacking away at the mess of darkness that just about took away his friend. with a battle cry, he didn't stop, thinning everything out as he made note of others that could attack him]

[ Xion's head pops out from the inky black, gasping for air as though she were underwater. As Shirou demolished the Heartless with his... Keyblades? ... They were Keyblades... Xion moved to get out of the way of the rampage, but only briefly and noting that her vision seemed... odd.

Oh. Her right eye. One of the Heartless, and their claws... Shaking her head, Xion summoned back both of her Keyblades and joined Shirou in thinning the numbers, while also keeping an eye on the Darkside. The monstrosity is quickly recovering from her maiming of its hand, and it's rearing its hand back for another strike at the two.

In her state, she couldn't have them dodge both. Despite the pain, despite the fact she's overworking herself despite the large amount of power she's gained in this form, Xion prepares another attack, and her Keyblades light up with power.

She's not going to let Shirou die here.

Once she'd clear a path for herself and took care of most of the smaller Heartless, Xion literally flies at the Darkside, Keyblades dazzling in coats of light as she initiates an Event Horizon. ]

[without getting a proper opportunity to ask if she was alright, Shirou had acknowledged that she was back up again, thinning the crowd with him. if he had it his way, she wouldn't have to fight at all. girls shouldn't have had to fight, he thought. he thought of it, but knew better. they could be strong; it was just conflicting with his own desire to make sure that nobody got hurt. he failed Xion the moment the Darkside had initially crushed her. and he'd do everything in his power to make sure that didn't happen again. the same and yet completely different.

the Keyblades Shirou wielded held the same full hand-guard that many Keyblades had, the blades curved much like Kanshou and Bakuya were. and at the end were what appeared to be splintered edges to make the end of the key shape. it was almost like a contorted version of reinforcement, an idea that the magus couldn't help but wonder if he could apply to these. could he use his magic with these Keyblades? he could only do one thing, yet...the potential was as endless as the blades he carried upon that hill. when he had the time to understand the Keyblades, he'd consider what could be done. until then? this was enough. clashing with the claws of two Soldiers that leapt up at him, the white blade reached in and cleaved them in two. more hearts released. just keep fighting. don't stop. don't stop or you'll die, his body told him. the moment that he summoned those weapons, it seemed the Heartless couldn't decide who to properly go for. in fact, many tended to gravitate towards Shirou when they would attack either one of the two without purpose. a strong heart backed by the power of the Keyblades, Shirou had become a newfound target for them]

HAAH--!! [he smashes through the helment of another Soldier, sweeping out the black blade behind him as Shadows attacked. with a style that was his own, that would be his own, it was like he was a completely different person when he fought with those swords. even with the weapons he originally projected. it was Archer, the memories of his battles throughout the Holy Grail War. Archer's battle tactics, his knowledge, his weapons, they all flowed within Emiya Shirou to create another faker. and he could only get stronger from there. divide himself from what made Archer who he was. after all, they were completely different people in his head. unlike him, he had no regrets. wouldn't have no regrets. it wasn't until he mowed down three of the Invisible that he realized there weren't that many left, impossibly bright flashes of light taking place behind him as Xion rushed down the Darkside.

help her. fight alongside her. she couldn't possibly beat that thing alone. on instinct, he whipped around and just...stopped. it felt that everything except Xion froze in his eyes, entranced by the power she was unleashing. it was rough, aggressive, but with a purpose. it was almost like Saber with how she guided her blade...]

[ Except Saber is more experienced, knightly, heroic. Real. She has purpose and importance? Xion? The only important thing was that she returned to where she truly belong, even at the cost of her own existence.

The Darkside tries to fight back, but she's too fast and small despite the power she's displaying. She buries the Keyblades into its limbs like a hot knife into butter, the light splintering the dark easily. But her doing this attack now means she's nearly reaching her limit...

With a cry and a thrust of her Keyblades skyward, Xion calls four pillars of light to tear through the area and eliminate the rest of the Heartless and Darkside once and for all. ]

[Xion's show of strength was only another parallel to his former Servant. someone so small, someone one wouldn't expect to be a fighter, and she had the strength to topple that giant. David vs Goliath wasn't all that impossible, considering what could be done in this day and age to augment the power of someone smaller. magic, unbelievable weapons, the list went on. but it still was surreal just watching Xion go. this was her limit, he could see that. he'd pushed himself in turn, but he knew that he hadn't pushed himself as hard as she did. he hadn't given himself the chance to...]

!

[this was bad. Xion was going to do more damage to herself then to the Heartless at this rate if her body couldn't take the output. even as she summoned forth those pillars of light that eradicated the remaining Heartless and the Darkside, Shirou couldn't help but call out to her, despite being blinded]

Xion!!

[ At his cry, Xion unsteadily falls to her knees. The Darkside is dispersing, fading away from the attack. She drops her Keyblades to place her hands upon the ground to prevent herself from fully falling over. Aggh... There's blood dropping onto the ground below in rivulets. She can't see in her right eye, and she isn't sure if she can even cast up a simple Cure spell to try and alleviate the pain and damage to her body.

Still, she can't fall now. Slowly lifts her head back up and face where Shirou is before struggling and... failing to stand on her own two feet now, and promptly lands on her rear in a clatter. ]

Haah... Are you okay, Shirou?

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