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"I'm not worried about those old shadows. There's a new Kant and it's hunting me. And I seriously doubt that it will fear the light." Sora said, eyes lowering to the ground.

Sokra shrugged. "Wait for them..." He mumbled. "Oh, one more thing. They can kill anybody.... except me. My fears... its..." He sighed. "You should hide. They can't hurt me, but they can kill others with a touch." He silently wondered if she would listen to him. He doubted it.

"Great." Sokra smiled weakly. As Lyu ran off he shook his head, then drew his two swords. He stood there for only a few mintues, but it seemed like hours to Sokra. What I wouldn't give for my cousin's sword at the moment. Or maybe his powers. Oh well. They still can't hurt me. As he had that comforting thought, the lighthouse doors banged open with a resounding crash, and wind howled into the room. The Kant stepped forward. It was wearing a black cloak with the head up, and Sokra couldn't see its face. He didn't have to. "Let's get this over with."The Kant raised two swords also, Sokra noticed. Then he nodded. It's going to be quite a fight.

Sokra charged, bringing his right sword around at chest level, then thrusting at the Kant's head with his left. The shadow blocked Sokra's first attack, but not the second. Sokra's sword went into the hood, but did not come out the other end. Sokra leapt away, cursing under his breath. "I should have known!" He shouted, then muttered under his breath, "Face your fears, face your fears." He and the Kant came together again, swords whirling.

Sokra sighed, then started pushing the Kant back. His sword slipped through the Kant's defenses, scoring a hit on the chest, but it was minor, and the shadow kept fighting. Sokra closed his eys and leapt backwards, then dropped his weapons and kicked them to the side. The Kant rushed forward, ready to kill.

As the Kant, near him, he frontflipped over its head, his sword back in his hand after being blown by an unseen gust of wind, his other hand pulling the Kant's hood, yanking it's head back, and his sword tip at it's throat. Sokra saw himself, and his eyes, staring up at him, regarding him. Like he knew would happen.

Sokra swore at his own image and slit the Kant's throat. Then he tossed it against the wall and thrust his sword into it's stomach, embedded the blade in the wall and holding the Kant there. The black light in it's eyes faded to gray, then white, then the light was gone completely. Sokra stood their shuddering, looking at his body pinned against the wall. The he sighed and slumped against the far wall.