Marluxia squealed and looked back to see Aragon falling to the ground. "Oh my god. Not you!"

"Kill him!" Gandal roared, "Finish him off!"

Aragon fell to the ground in pain. He took out 3 daggers, and threw them at Marluxia, and wat,hed as they made impact with her, hitting her squarely in the middle. He waved his hand, and removed the sword. The wound partly healed. He turned around, and waited for Gandal's next blow.

Marluxia held the daggers in place and stopped some of the bleeding. "Gandal, if you could get me to a stream, I would be grateful."

"That won't happen" Aragon said, turning around, and striking her with brute force, his sword swiftly hitting her side.

"Wait a sec." He mumbled as he clapped his heads, summoning all the darkness he could muster. The sky crackled with electricity as the blue sky was replaced with a scorched place. The landscape darkened; almost pitch black. More lightening struck followed by the cracks of thunder. Gandal smiled, looking at Aragon in the eyes as he clapped his hands together and pulled his hands apart.

Aragon instantly saw what was happening. He rolled out of the way, and put up a prtoective barrier withthe wave of his hand.

Marluxia screamed in pain as the sword struck her side. She moaned in pain as the two boys battled.

((... did u call us boys... mere children....))

Gandal laughed, "You got it all wrong, Aragon!" He clapped his hands again as Aragon's body started pulling apart.

(Gross. And yes Prissy. I called you boys)

Aragon felt his body being pulled apart. He waved his hand, and began pulling his body together, and sent a wave of dark energy at Gandal.

Marluxia backed away slowly. Never had she seen a display of power like this. SHe shut her eyes and when she opened them again, her eyes had gone from their beautiful emerald green to a mixture of brown, white, blue and red. All of the elements bent to her will and were thrown at Aragon before he could turn.

Argon turned, but only too late. His body seared with pain, but he ignored it, and slowly, painfully, walked towards her, one of his daggers at hand, and slowly walked to her, ready to stab her.

Marluxia used the air to lift her into the sky. She hovered five metres above the ground and smiled. He couldn't get up here without her noticing.

Aragon looked up at her. Then he dissapeared, and reappered behind her, ready, and then he began to strike his dagger into her back.

(What? I'm not on a ledge. I'm in the air bone head)

(( I know, magic guy here, standing on air, magic... bonehead...))

(CONFUSED)

((... I am being a magic man, and standing on air, while she's complaining about platforms...)))

Gandal mustered all the shadow he could gather, pulsating the magic with pure anger.

"Damn." Marluxia fell to the ground with a loud thud. Blood spilled out of her body. "Couldn't even face me," she spluttered. "Coward."

Gandal roared, the shadows sucking all into his body, through his mouth, nostrils and ears. All the shadow in the sky and clouds came also until the sun exploded into view. He dropped his head gasping. A snigger left his lips as his black eyes drilling into Aragon. "Bam." He muttered as he pushed his hands in front of himself as all the shadows inside him drained from his body; conjuring itself into a ball of shadow. Gandal threw the ball at Aragon, a blast shattering through the two second silence as darkness scoured the landscape.

Marluxia tried to stop the bleeding but her attempts came to no avail. She couldn't find her voice to call out to Gandal. She began to shiver as her life blood left her. It felt strangely warm. She expected it to be colder.

The orb of darkness finally exploded, a large explosion it was, ripping Aragon to piece and lifting up every piece of land around them. Gandal jumped away, the explosion propelling him face-first into the ground.