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Syric sat up slowly, not wanting to be touched.
"I'm fine." He said stoically.

His armor was so much colder than his house clothes.

He stood without problem and brushed sand from his clothes and his magically gleaming chain mail.

'...Maki will be fine....' she thought to herself, ' she'll get over it.'Thw weaver looke dup at Syric, thoguht he damage was done he too was overcoming it and doing better by the second.
' Syric and I haven't known eahcother for very long... but I hope he too comes to terms with his feelings after today....he'll be fine.'She finally noticed what Mkaiw as doing and seemed to snap out fo it.
"Oh- s-sorry Maki. I was just thinking."
She rose to her feet and turned towards Syric.

"I appreicate your efforts to be strong and indipendant, but this is a group effort when it comes to the final battle with the Order, if you ARE injured in any way that will complicate things in the future, you MUST come to me before things get ugly...
I will not tolerate your pride if it creates a problem later. I'm saying this professionaly as a medic of the Chasers. ..."
Her voice softened then after she finished this part, "...but as myself, I understand how you must be feeling. So I will not press the matter further. Simply think before you resist aid from your comrads."

She then turned back to Maki and gestured to rejoin the bigger group. To give him a moment alone. But still within eye-shot and ear-reach incase the Order members were about.

Speaking of which....
Where were they?


The weaver realized this and looked around alarmed.

" Were is the Order anyway? Did they retreat?"

Everyone had finally returned. Some more battered than others, but they were still there and now will stronger spirits. Gabriel's loss was not in vain, he had helped most of the chasers break free of their imprisonment. Prinz shifted closer to the large gummi that flew over the entire island. He raised his hand slowly, and a small glimmer of light stood brightly in his palm. The light soon materialized into his weapon, the keyblade. He had his weapon, and shield in hand.

"We're taking them now. Everybody, get ready. We will attain victory and avenge the death of our comrade, Gabriel." Prinz turned to his leader. "Zife, lead the charge."

Thrais gazed up at the looming ship. It had the presence like some sleeping giant, hovering over it's prey. It's shadow like a monster about to swallow up the sun above in the sky. She loathed it, and though Jon's asessment of it's potencial looked promising..she'd never want to be one to fly in it.

As Zife gave his possable final words to them, she took a moment o take in the face of everyone around. This really was it. Everything was coming to a close. And whether they won or not, would determine the fate of all.

As Zife began the charge up the stairs, Thrais spred her wings, feeling the rbeeze fomr the sea ruffle gently through ehr feathers. She felt the air embrace her form making it weightless, took to the air in a semi-hover and began to follow. Scaling the path at a good speed. Alreayd the rippling glow of her soulblade manifesting illuminated her skin till it travel to her chest area where it lay hidden behind the surface of her heart. Like a fish reayd to the break the surface of water.

When she passed Prinz on the way up, she met his eyes a moment..and something passed behind them.

Something odd, which felt like word sunspoken because they couldnt' be as she continued on passed and upwards.

vice raises his hand, and the ring on his finger shines "For glory and honor!" he yells, dashing towards Zife and Thrais, a feeling of energy and hope circling around him as he passes the other chasers on his way inside the amazingly large ship, his ring radiating a strange low ringing sound as he ran, the wind circling his swords with great anger, all of his negative emotions flowing through his swords and raging out from the tips "for Gabriel" he said, stopping just behind zife and looking around at the inside of the ship

Prinz watched the weaver fly past him, and for that one second they locked eyes. That was all that needed to be said. He knew she loved him, and she knew he loved her. And that was all the key wielder needed to know. Prinz vowed he would protect her, and he would keep that promise...He was already unable to keep his promise that everyone would return together...So he knew more than ever that he had to protect his weaver. Clenching the hilt of his keyblade tightly, the chaser took off up the path that was spread before them.

Ryo smiled as the group began to leave.He teleported onto the first step.Ryo watched as the other members ran up the stairs to the ship.He looked back at the island.He saw the spirits of his grandpa,the old man,smiling."I'll make you proud grandpa."He whispered to himself,and looked to the top of the stairs."I won't let your death go in vein Gabriel."He began to teleport every 5 steps.

"Really now? You fought Zwel? So did I. Although miune seemed a bit more...gentleman-like...than usual." Orphen said. "but this isn't the time. We have this large ship we have to penetrate." he said. "need a lift?"

Rix looked ahead to see how much farther they had to go. "We need to catch up with the others, so yeah, I'll take one." She jumped on to the platform and stood next to him, grabbing his arm to make sure she won't fall off. "And the Zwel we... I fought was still cocky." She did a small laugh. "Too many personalities for that guy."