♕ for Akira [ scaling ]

[lightfell]

[ She refuses to give up.

That's the one thought that eclipses all else as she stands in the wreckage of a fallen subway line, sweat pouring down her face as she wields her keyblade in a defensive position. The Heartless are closing in on her, and while some part of her recognizes something... off about them, she's far too focused on keeping herself from being backed into a corner, conjuring up a fire spell and casting it across the stretch of rubble to momentarily light up the darkness.

She's learned a lot from training with Axel. While she's nowhere near a master yet, she knows she can hold her own. But the problem with most Heartless is that they're always so many of them at once, and it seems she'd been separated from her friends a long time ago.

So, it's just her. Alone in whatever world she landed on.

Sora, she thinks, almost desperately, What would you do if you were here?

She blocks a strike aimed her way, the strange imp-like creature cackling at her distress while another takes a smack at her from the side. A hiss of breath escapes her as its claw hit its mark, her side stinging as blood slowly seeps into her clothing.

She doesn't have any potions or energy left for a cure spell. Seems like she's gotten herself into quite the royal bind.

Think, Kairi. Think!

Something white and hot stews in the pit of her stomach. She's angry, she realizes. ]

I have to find someone, and I won't let you stop me! So get away!