[At first, Ven's just. Shocked. He's heard stories of great clashes of Light and Darkness, but sans his own battle with Vanitas and Master Xehanort, he'd never born witness to one, and especially not one like this.
He took a cursory account of his surroundings and his new outfit-- He had more simpler armor than normal, across his chest, on his shoulders, over his feet and boots (which were now up to his knees), and over his hands. He had a simple tunic, pants and chainmail everywhere else, along with the helmet of an old knight-- though that was quickly removed for the sake of clarity and mobility, it was already hard to see. He had a shield that bore some sort of archaic crest he couldn't make out, and instead of his Keyblade, some sort of long polearm.
He had to snap out of it though-- there was clearly an all out war going on, but he had to find Zelda. He identified...her Heart. Represented by a blonde woman fighting the Darkness, but where was her own actual Soul?
Answers later-- he had to resolve the conflict as quickly as possible before things got sour, or something else important was shown. Zelda was a Princess with a Kingdom at conflict, so this scene shouldn't be so bad, right?
That was what he told himself for now, and he ditched the shield alongside the helmet and ran forward, sticking the non-blade end of the polearm into the ground to fling himself up for a boost, taking the polearm with him until he was right in the middle of the conflict, closer to what he was sure was Zelda's Heart. He swung the polearm around to attack-- this fighting style was gonna take some getting used to, but he wasn't doing too badly at least. ]
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[At first, Ven's just. Shocked. He's heard stories of great clashes of Light and Darkness, but sans his own battle with Vanitas and Master Xehanort, he'd never born witness to one, and especially not one like this.
He took a cursory account of his surroundings and his new outfit-- He had more simpler armor than normal, across his chest, on his shoulders, over his feet and boots (which were now up to his knees), and over his hands. He had a simple tunic, pants and chainmail everywhere else, along with the helmet of an old knight-- though that was quickly removed for the sake of clarity and mobility, it was already hard to see. He had a shield that bore some sort of archaic crest he couldn't make out, and instead of his Keyblade, some sort of long polearm.
He had to snap out of it though-- there was clearly an all out war going on, but he had to find Zelda. He identified...her Heart. Represented by a blonde woman fighting the Darkness, but where was her own actual Soul?
Answers later-- he had to resolve the conflict as quickly as possible before things got sour, or something else important was shown. Zelda was a Princess with a Kingdom at conflict, so this scene shouldn't be so bad, right?
That was what he told himself for now, and he ditched the shield alongside the helmet and ran forward, sticking the non-blade end of the polearm into the ground to fling himself up for a boost, taking the polearm with him until he was right in the middle of the conflict, closer to what he was sure was Zelda's Heart. He swung the polearm around to attack-- this fighting style was gonna take some getting used to, but he wasn't doing too badly at least. ]