As the fire rises, Cloud can feel the force of it pulling him in. He tries to plant his feet, but the magic's too powerful - he finds himself sliding closer despite his best efforts. Gritting his teeth, he lifts his sword in a defensive position, but he can't see any way to avoid the flames short of getting above them somehow. But leaping now would just send him hurtling into them faster.
He has to do something. He refuses to accept defeat at the hands of his own Heartless.
The pillars' force only gets stronger the closer Cloud's dragged toward them, and eventually it knocks him off his feet. It's an instinct rather than a conscious thought when he reaches out with one hand in a desperate, last-ditch effort to shield himself...
...and the ground seems to fall out from under him as he drops down through a portal of dark energy with a surprised sound, simply vanishing. The darkness itself, though, does not vanish. It exerts a fell gravity of its own, and it spreads.
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Date: 2024-09-18 07:14 am (UTC)He has to do something. He refuses to accept defeat at the hands of his own Heartless.
The pillars' force only gets stronger the closer Cloud's dragged toward them, and eventually it knocks him off his feet. It's an instinct rather than a conscious thought when he reaches out with one hand in a desperate, last-ditch effort to shield himself...
...and the ground seems to fall out from under him as he drops down through a portal of dark energy with a surprised sound, simply vanishing. The darkness itself, though, does not vanish. It exerts a fell gravity of its own, and it spreads.