“What the hell is going on here!” said Braxyd as he was almost struck in the head with a thrown fan.
“Sensei! Thank god you’re back. Dusks, heartless, and all matter of hell are breaking out here. Help us.” Said Daxjorn catching her fan and throwing it again at
“Com’mon maxy let’s kick some ass!” said Nexan not really wanting to evaluate the situation first.
“Not a wise move superior. Twenty seven heartless, twenty three dusks, four weakened members and we are cornered.” Said Brax pessimistically, “I say that we call for reinforcements.”
“Like who jack ass. No one really likes us.” Said max suddenly getting back to normal, it must be the heat of battle.
“Short stack.”
“Who?” said Nexan, Xahssa, and Maxsodin all in unison.
Braxyd didn’t even have to answer. The members saw a small figure slice each of the creatures into little pieces in a huge blur. Then once he landed the figure threw back his hood to reveal two large ears.
“Hiya Braxyd. Huh, huh.”
“I found him.” Said Brax smiling like a content drunk.
Ten years after Organization XIII fell, the peace was disturbed. Four friends rose from the ashes of the once grand Organization with one goal in mind: defeat Sora once and for all! We shall see to it that our story is told. How we started from nothing, and became great. And we will tell it as it happens, for Organization IV has not been official for long. We must remain hidden... we mustn't be found... and yet we must grow strong...
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