The Keyblade War: Rewind and press Play

Suddenly Drake jumped forward at Mixt and drew a kattana he weilded and slashed at Mixt. The kattana itslef was a pretty powerful blade

 

Phisoxa hit the ground with a thud and laid there rubbing her head.
Phisoxa:" Ouch, that hurt, its not nice to hurt little kids."
She said looking over at him with a childish look in her eyes.
Phisoxa:" Maybe like a zillion cause yer so mean."

 

Torxber: Yes, and I assume a lot of attempts on your life. Now, how strong are you really?

 

At the moment before strike Mixt dropped the the ground and rolled to the side in one fluid motion and then delivered a kick up towards Drake. "What did I just finsh saying? Hmm?"

 

Torxber: Basic rule of the darkness, stay strong and alert. Correct Mixt.

 

Drake put his hand on the ground and did abackflip away to avoiding the hit. He closed his eyes and scratched the back of his head as he smiled "just testing" Drake said

 

Phisoxa used the moment to make a move at Mixt, taking off her helmet and throwing it aside she threw a rather strong kick at Mixt's armor plate on his ribs and threw a punch at his stomach with her armored hand.

 

"It's the philosophy of the unfinished pyramid." Mixt said to Torxber "One's true potential can never be achieved, it's just a matter of how far you can push yourself to progress. So how strong am I really? You can decide that for yourself once I'm dead"

 

Torxber: I hope I never have to find it out then. It would be a big waste.

 

Mixt recoiled a bit but the attacks barely phased him through his new diamond plate armor. "Please don't insult me with direct attacks bare handed. You just embarras yourself"

 

Drake smiled as he ran forward and raised his sword and slashed at Mixt the moment Phisoxa finished her attack

 

Mixt held up his hand and resummoned his keyblade, the force of the attack caused him to slide backwards a few feet but her was safe. "What is this? See how many different ways we can fail to kill someone day?"

 

Torxber: I'm not trying to kill you.
He walked foward towards Mixt.

 

"well I don't see you trying to kill us" Drake said

 

Phisoxa:" Don't call me weak !! I'm not weak !!!"
She said jumping away from him, gripping the handle of her keyblade tightly in her hands.
"I'm not weak."
She said as a bolt of electricity bolted through the air around her.

 

"You haven't tried yet. But I know nothing about you and you obviously know me. That makes you a threat all the same. Now are you going to get to a point any time soon?" Mixt said, growing impatient with the constant 'sabotage' attacks.

"Your troops are gone and with events of the last battle I have more to deal with than a couple of generals that don't know when to end a fight."

 

Phisoxa's blade glowed hot with rage as Phisoxa began to get irritated with this man, she was always easily irritated of course, but she never got that angry. Phisoxa's eyes glowed with the power coursing in her body as she couldn't hold it in anymore and made a move that was out of her own control, she slammed the blade down at him with such immense power, that it's strength pressed Mixt's body down into the the dirt, causing a crater to give in underneath Mixt. The wind began to pick up wildly whipping up a sand storm. That was invading in the other direction, coming at them quickly. Phisoxa was still locked in a phase of powerful rage to even noticed it coming.

Her voice sounded different now as she spoke.
Phisoxa:" ENOUGH WITH THIS !!!"

 

Crystal slowly opened her eyes and moved her blue hair out of her face, "Where am i?" she said looking around confused then looking up at the person who was with her.

 

Torxber: I would make a point, but I think miss Phisoxa here is in a bit of a bad mood, again. Not suprising but maybe we should deal with this.

 

Mixt had trouble pinpointing the emotion he was feeling right now. It wasn't one he was used to. Fear? Could that be it? Maybe. At the very least he was surprised at this outburst. He needed to wrap this up. Biological alchemy was not something he was skilled enough with to use in the heat of battle so his method of healing was out. As the smoke cleared from the crater Mixt's armor was shown to be intact, but the attack had still left its mark. The markings over his suit were ruined and blood was dripping around his armor. Mixt stood with his hands raised over his head "All right, all right. You win. I have no desire to try and top that."