The Return of a Hero (Sora)

"Get out of my way!

Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?"

The Creature's glowing eye twitched at the demand for his captive's release, his head slowly turning to glance over his shoulder. There, with an absurdly large Key in hand, stood a boy with stupidly large shoes and an even more absurd outfit. He wasn't that large too, barely coming up to half the Waltz's height if he counted his outrageous hair style. He glared at the child as he continued to speak, looking over him with mild interest, recognizing something in him... While he didn't have anywhere near the grace in his stance nor the features of him, this kid reminded the machine of that white-haired swordsman he'd engaged not to long ago. It was the clothes really... Seemed to match up... The strange weapon in hand too helped him draw lines between him and that other man... Brought out the worst in the Waltz.

"You've made a grave error in interrupting a Black Waltz." The winged mage rumbled, turning his head back to face the knight... He seemed to afraid... easily broken like a toy in the hands of it's maker. "You... and this man... Will die." Without any warning or indication, the massive Black Waltz would whirl around, hurling the the wounded soldier at the boy, daring him to dodge! Dodge and let this man die against the trunks around them! He knew that this kid wouldn't let it happen... Heroic types always so predictable. Not an instant after the man's armor had been released from his grip, Black Waltz 3 had already unleashed a bolt of THUNDER from his palm, tracking the wounded man mere inches behind him!

"Let's see how much of a hero you are, child..." The Waltz murmured

Thunder Spell cast right behind the man he threw at sora, making catching him and dodging REALLY difficult.

"Get out of my way!

Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?"

Beneath the shadows that hid his face, a wide, sharp-toothed smiles etched into his face as he watched the Hero do what they do best: Take hits for the vulnerable. Lightning arched from the soldier to the child as he caught the armored man (already a physically impressive feat for a child). Still, his thunder was only meant to kill one of those targets... The man seemed to crumble under the force of his lightning strike, his chest falling flat... but only for a second. Much to the Waltz's annoyance, the boy cast some kind of green spell atop the wounded Pluto Knight, the scorch-marks from his spell disappearing, breath filling his lungs once more... but the more major wounds he sustained were in tact. Alive... but barely.

"Heal...?" The Waltz inquired quietly to himself, raising a talon just below his lower lip. "He means Cure..."

The child protested Black Waltz 3's observation that he was young, claiming he could fight! Well... he was strong... but that meant nothing. Unless he could fight... his last moments would be the epitome of hopelessness.

"Child... where are your parents...?" The Waltz inquired, a seemingly genuine edge of concern in his voice.  "Have you fled them...? Have you hurt them...?" An even sharper edge carved aimed to cut into Sora's soul. "Have you killed them?"

The moment he stopped speaking, Sora unleashed a ban icy projectile from the tip of his key-like weapon under the name of... 'Blizzard.' This... This was what counted for a Blizzard attack...?

Black Waltz 3 simply folded a wing across his body, the limb intercepting the small orb as it slammed into him, skidding the massive Black Mage... a bit. Huh... pain... several of his feathers were frozen too... Nothing notable. The Black Waltz simply re-extended his wing and folded it behind his back, lightly tapping his staff upon the ground.

"This is a TRUE Blizzard attack, boy!" The Waltz declared! From where the butt of his staff had knocked the ground, a massive wave of COLD ripped across the earth towards the child! The moment it got underneath him, like jaws of a great beast, two jagged, icy shards shot up from beneath him to clamp down upon him from both sides! The instant they came in contact with each-other, though, they shattered, in a mighty icy crash!

BW3 Health: 96%
Thunder: Cooldown completed
Blizzard: 1 turn cooldown

"Get out of my way!

Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?"

The Black Waltz was actually rather impressed the boy had managed to survive his Blizzard spell the way he had, clearly damaged by the cold but still managing to keep on his feet. Tough, but not smart.

"You and every other fallen hero had made such claim." He rumbled, taking Sora's 'light' comment as a figure of speech. "Each one of them fell at my feet..." He could only assume that Riku somehow knew this child... Their similar weapons and personalities just seemed to fit together. If he got this wrong, it would no-doubt blow up in his face and completely backfire but if he was right... Then maybe he could break that 'light' of his. Let's start with some good ol' persuasion.

"There was another who claimed he'd stop me... Riku was it...? He's dead." The Waltz chuckled darkly as the young Keyblade-weilder charged him so arrogantly. Of course, the telling of the kid's death was somewhat exaggerated though judging by the tone of the machine... one wouldn't be able to tell such. With a wave of his hand, a surge of flame washed over the area in front of him, his Fira spell acting like a tidal force of magic searing the ground black, instantly scorching the woods before him and setting the forest ablaze.

"He was strong... cool in the face of his doom, but in the end he burned as you will BURN."

With how HUGE this Fira was, it would've been foolish indeed for Sora to do anything but back-pedal, let alone charge right into it! However, if he still decided to do so, the kid would blast out the other-side of his spell, no doubt having sustained heavy damage... and Also leaving the poor wounded soldier alone to cope by himself... He was awake now, crying out and fear as the flames hunted him down! Sora had abandoned his heroic measures to get at the Black Waltz 3, the first step to breaking him!

If Sora went on the offense despite BW3's attack, He would, with mighty flap of his wings he would retreat back far enough to avoid the thrust, but not far enough to deal with that whirling areal counter! The blade hooked downward, swiping at the massive mage's head, Striking hard against his face and managing to clip a good bit of his hat-rim in the process, jerking his head downward...

His eyes glowed, enraged as his hand reached out quickly to grab Sora by the throat while he still hung in the air, Frost energies washing over him to Freeze him completely solid! It wouldn't do any damage on it's own, but the icy shell he had constructed would most certainly restrain his movement in it's entirety. If all this came about, The Waltz would throw the boy HARD to the ground, smashing his childish form against the earth with a brutal crash! As the forest burned all around them (also no doubt threatening Sora with smoke inhalation), the Waltz would bend down and take the boy in his grip again, this time by the face.

"Join your comrades in death." He would proclaim, the gleam of his sharpened, needle-like teeth shining through the darkness that cast over his face. With those last words said, electricity would crackle about his palm surging with electricity! A massive Thundara-electric pulse would flood into the frozen child, super-charging his body with enough magical force to fry any normal soldier inside out!

Fira: 2 turn cooldown (targeting both the wounded soldier and Sora) Moderate damage

Freeze: (Used only if Sora Braved the Fira-spell and went on the offensive) Prevents action for 1 turn. 3 turn cooldown.

Thundara: (Used only if Freeze was successful) 2 turn cooldown. Moderate Damage

BW3's Health: 90%

"Get out of my way!

Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?"

The Forest burns around this child and he acts as if his Fire was but a jest? Truly, the smoke was starting to corrupt his mind. Besides the fact, the child had taken his Fira-spell (granted not the full force of it) and managed to cast another healing spell upon the wounded soldier, granting him the strength to flee in such a short amount of time... t'was impressive... To recieve praise from the Black Waltz 3, even if it went unsaid was the a high compliment indeed. He was quite the tough little warrior, despite his GRATING arrogance. Clearly he believed himself the superior combatant even with all the evidence to the contrary... T'was amusing in a way. With the Knight of Pluto having safely made his escape out into the world, All that was left was Sora and the machine standing amid a burning, blazing forest as the black cloud of smoke hovered above them both, a hazard to only one.

"Even if, by some miracle you continue to survive my attacks, eventually the background dangers will take you... Tell me, which do you think will kill you first? The Smoke...? or Flames?"

Of course, Black Waltz 3 was fully confident in his abilities to finish of this admittedly agile runt... He just required one solid blow...

"Come, brat. If you believe yourself superior to I, prove it... Or do run and tell that Soldier I'll be catching up with him soon. Either way, I shall prevail."

"Get out of my way!

Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?"

Even though the Waltz wouldn't admit it even to himself, without the soldier as his little personal Sora-magnet, he would find himself at a severe disadvantage now... Even with all the flames and the smoke and the heat and all that which would EVENTUALLY have an effect on Sora most likely and with the Waltz not being subject to such fears, the Machine had two certain disadvantages that put him at risk in this fight:

He couldn't fly being the first one. The forest above was now a mess of gnarled burning branches and twisted trunks up above, and that meant his magic casting potential was severely crippled. If he couldn't take to the air, he was vulnerable to the boy's swings with his sword-key-thing and his spells weren't as great as they could be.

The second problem with this battle field (and one of his own making) was the smoke created by the burning wood. The Waltz need not breath but he did need to see... and amid the darkness, he was having trouble locating the boy's exact position. This meant that every spell he wasted trying to pinpoint Sora's exact location meant another one he couldn't use for a short while, giving more openings for the boy to attack... Much as what would happen now...

With Sora on the attack, The Black Waltz stood his ground (as that was about all he could do), Sending a blast of Thunder his way! If this didn't hit (likely given the smoke) Sora's areal attack would come down like a hammer on the machine, his overhead-strike cleaving at the monster's chest, the second a thrust that struck the Waltz's right in the stomach! Hissing in pain, the machine tapped his staff against the ground, a wave of Blizzard shooting out around him in a blind effort to punish Sora for getting so close! Should this too fail the follow up strikes would slam into the Black Waltz with visciousness, the first cutting at his wing, the second striking wildly at his head which he barely leaned back in time to dodge! The machine would lash out with his foot, intent on striking the boy in the chest and send him reeling back, raising his hand to fire off a Fire-ball his way too!

BW3 Total Health (assuming all hits connected): 70%
Fire: cooldown 1 post
Blizzard: Cooldown 1 post
Thunder: Cooldown 1 post