[narrations + overflow]

[darkinferno]

[A collection of narration bits that don't belong anywhere else from Dante/Riku's time in Recollé.]

[Or, a personal overflow.]

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[darkinferno]

Dante doesn't hesitate to follow her into that leftmost tunnel, keeping both his eyes and his senses sharp for anything out of the ordinary. "The other me could see even in the deepest darkness," he says by way of explanation. "When Retrospec sent me a blindfold, it tipped me off that maybe I could too."

A moment later he's coming to a stop, putting an arm out to stop Freya as well. "Hang on. There's something pretty big down that way. Can you see its eyes?"

Twin pairs of eyes, staring red at them out of the shadows.

[belligerentwarrior]

Freya makes an amused sound in response, peering down the tunnel.

"Well, well. Looks like Sunshine's got a friend. We should go say hi, yeah?"

[darkinferno]

"Definitely. You take it from the front, and I'll attack from behind."

He doesn't wait more than a moment or two for a response, breaking into a sprint and pounding down the path toward the glowing eyes. His Keyblade flashes into hand, but just before he'd reach the beast that's still shrouded in the darkness, Dante slips into the shadows himself, his entire form disappearing from view as he slides through them to the back of the creature (the creature roars in some sort of mixed anger and confusion as its prey disappears, taking a step backwards and looking around). A moment later and he's emerging again behind it, springing up into the air to put his entire body's force into his attack.

"Now! Let's go!"

[belligerentwarrior]

Freya grins as Dante dashes off, sticking the axe into the dirt with a short chop. She waits until he's a ways ahead before running towards the beast herself, shifting the Halligan bar into both hand as she ran.

She whistles sharply at the creature to get its attention upon approach. She might not be able to see it, shrouded in the dark like that, but if she could see the glowing eyes, she knew where the head was. Freya swings the pick-end of the tool in an upward stroke, aiming to catch the throat or underside of the chin.