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["Going with the flow" is Dante's modus operandi right now as he finds himself next to Sora again, defending the other boy's back for a split second before they're facing off against each other, a flurry of attacks aimed at the Heartless in between them, bright light pulsing before they're side by side and dark energy is pulsing out of his hand as he directs it toward them, watching it crackle and spark as it strikes his targets. And yet, for all the memories he's had of Sora fighting him in their pasts, for the accusations that he didn't have a conscience and that he's stupid for using the darkness like he did... Sora's here beside him now, that same darkness pulsing out of his hands, their actions in remarkable sync as though they've done this a million times before.]

Is that all you've got?

[The taunt slips out of him without his even meaning it to, and he's not sure if he's directing it toward Sora or toward their shared enemies. But one thing's for sure, as much as he hates to admit it--this feels right. The two of them have fought like this before, side by side, using each other's strengths to their shared advantage.]

[The light and dark energies are phenomenal, and Sora can feel the heat of the attack in his hands as he attacks with it. The metal pipe in his right hand feels flimsy, like it might split apart with the force of it, like it's not meant for this kind of use. Because it's not, it's really not, it's just a thing he found on the ground, it's not a real weapon, he's not a fighter. Dante's sword looks like it's doing a much better job of holding itself together, and he kind of wishes he had something like that too.

And then they're moving again, back to back, and their weapons are like they're made of light, moving forward and slashing back and forth to such a degree, that Sora isn't sure how they haven't hit each other yet. The hits from Sora aren't nearly as impressive as Dante's, but they're working. This is working.]

[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.

They're almost there.]

[They spin and spin, the blades of light splitting in to copies over and over again, positively decimating everything that's in their path. Sora feels almost dizzy with the power (or maybe just the fact that they're still going in circles), and everything outside of their little pocket of safety within the ring of blades is blurred and fuzzy. It almost feels like only he and Dante exist while they continue to slash away.

And then, the blades are gone, and the pair shift apart until they swing back together again. Their respective weapons are tossed into the air, but it seems that gravity has no effect on them for the moment, as they sit opposite each other as energy gathers at their tips.]

Let's go!

[One by one, the monkeys begin to explode into wisps, ravaging through the small remaining number of monsters that were left after previous attacks.]

[Light and dark, in equal proportions. The two of them balance each other out, the magic of whatever they're doing searing through the monkeys left, their power filling the entire room until--]

Time's up!

[--the two of them are standing next to each other, facing in different directions. All of the monkeys are gone, the room cleared, and it's just the two of them, holding their weapons at the ready. Instinctively, Dante lifts his left hand, curling it into a fist for a fistbump he doesn't even have to look to find--because Sora's there, just as he should be, the two of them working together and wrecking anything that thinks they'll be easily beaten.

It's muscle memory, the way his hand comes up, but the bump of his fist against Sora's kicks his brain back into working, to remembering just who it is he's been fighting beside. Dante frowns, Soul Eater disappearing in a wisp of shadow as he straightens up, looking over at the other boy.

There's no sense in puzzling it out right now.]

Looks like we got 'em.

[Just as suddenly as the attack started, it was over, the last flash of light leaving the room clear. Sora blinks away the last of the brightness from his eyes, hand coming up to meet Dante's in a fistbump without really knowing why. If he had any doubts before, this cinched it that, in another life, they had been friends. Or at least, they'd been friends once.

Sora doesn't put his fist down right away after Dante does, leaving it there for a few seconds while he tries to process what had just happened. He blinks again, clutching his metal pole in his hand, and looks around until Dante speaks.]

...Yup.

[What's he even supposed to say to the guy, now? He doesn't feel angry like he did the last time they met, but he doesn't really know what to feel.]

Then let's get out of here before they come back.

[Sora might not know what to say, but Dante does. He'd rather not have to repeat that fight if they can avoid it!

So he's headed toward the door--Sora can stay behind if he wants, but he'll be fighting alone if that's the case.]

R-Right.

[Sora scrambles after Dante, towards the door and out of the convention center. He'd rather not be here when those monsters come back. He can always separate himself from Dante once they're sure they're out of danger.]

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