[Sora's wielding a weapon of light and Dante's wielding one of darkness, two giant blades that swing in sync. The Heartless they attack are dissolving almost on impact--strange, he realizes, almost an aside as he fights, he remembers the crystalline hearts that should drift from the monkeys as they're defeated--and even though there are more to take their place, it no longer feels like they might be overwhelmed.
There's an unspeakable shift, a moment that passes again and the extended blades are gone, and instead a single blade glows into existence above them--glows before it fractures into copies, so many that Dante couldn't even think to count them fast enough. The blades circle around them, a ring of death that swirls as they spin and slice through their enemies. No longer does it matter that Dante holds a sword with an edge and Sora holds a pipe; these swords are all made of pure, fierce light, light that burns the Heartless as it cuts through them.
And as they continue, Dante realizes: there's an end to the Heartless coming. Their numbers are decreasing.
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There's an unspeakable shift, a moment that passes again and the extended blades are gone, and instead a single blade glows into existence above them--glows before it fractures into copies, so many that Dante couldn't even think to count them fast enough. The blades circle around them, a ring of death that swirls as they spin and slice through their enemies. No longer does it matter that Dante holds a sword with an edge and Sora holds a pipe; these swords are all made of pure, fierce light, light that burns the Heartless as it cuts through them.
And as they continue, Dante realizes: there's an end to the Heartless coming. Their numbers are decreasing.
They're almost there.]