Sandra
`Ost: FFXV - Sorrow Without Solace`

*Whatever plans Ranoa came up with to make it through this proverbial nightmare would casted to the literaly winds as a massive dust cloud kicked up from nowhere, blinding their view. However as quickly as it came, it disapated. The scene around Ranoa had seemingly somewhat changed. First off, a steady rainfall plagued the battle field, causing the groud do be somewhat slick. Secondly, there were now some keyblades seemingly dotting the landscape. It seemed some time had passed the casualties were raising steadily as keyblade after keyblade would fall from the sky every few mintues or so. 

Finally Third about 500 ft away, with what seemingly looked like small glitches happening across their body as if they're an abnormality, a tan young man with amber eyes, soft brown hair, and wearing a suit of armor that seemed bulky and futuristic looking was holding a young woman with white hair, purple eyes, red glasses, and wore what seemed to be standard keyblade armor with a Fenrir Keyblade on the ground beside them. The young man seemed distraught as he held the hand of the woman to his face and spoke to her with ferver yet the rain was too loud to be able to hear them. The woman out of nowhere then used what little strength they had left it seemed to pull themselves up to the fac of the young man quickly and they seemingly shared a solid kiss. The woman held his face for a moment before slowly turning into golden specs of light. From that a heart slowly floats up to the sky beyond the clouds and rain. 

Slowly the young man stands to his feet, picking up Fenrir as he did. A moment later the keyblade flashed out of his hand and a new keyblade appeared in his left hand. It was Sleeping Lion.

He slowly walk a bit closer until he was about 100ft away. Now that they're closer, you can see the scars on their face from the probable many battles they've faced. The dents and scraps across the armor and the immense look of sorrow and betrayal

On their face.*

"MASTER!! Why?! WHY?!" *The Young man screeched to Ranoa. The hurt and frustration evident in his voice. In response a voice echoed through Ranoa's head, potentially causing a mild migraine.*

Cia:***"My Dearest Pupil. Some Things Aren't For You To Know."***

*The Young Man recoiled in Shock. Then his face turned into pure unadulterated Fury.*

"Hahahahaha!! Not for meeee to Know... NOT for MEEEEE to KNOW... HAAHHAHA!!! NOT FOR ME TO KNOW?! I have done *EVERYTHING* You've ever asked of me *WITHOUT QUESTION* For FIVE YEARS!!! The Constant Training till failure, The Never Ending Lux gathering, training other parties, The suicide missions against powerful creature of the dark. The DANDELIONS!!! I HAVE DONE IT ALL!! Without SO MUCH as a PEEP of DISAPPROVAL!!! All I ever asked in return was that Brid and Shirwind become Dandelions. They were just as smart and intuitive as me. We Learned the intricacies of the Bangles like you asked and taught others in the union in order to keep them from falling to darkness. And what thanks do they get. For doing all that and more than what I did? ONE A DEATH IN VAIN AND THE OTHER YOUR KEYBLADE THROUGH HER CHEST!!! WHY?! WHY DID THEY HAVE TO DIE?!"

*The Young Man grabbed his face with his right hand his voice cracking in Sorrowful Rage.*

"They were all we had LEFT!!! AGHHHHHHHHH" 

*The Young Man let out a pained Scream of Agony over the loss of two people towards the sky in some sort of release and then after a few breaths, stared back at Ranoa with a disturbingly Neutral face.*

"No answer huh? No reason given as to why they died for this needless war. What?! They were just Pawns in some grand scheme?"
 
*The Young Man then waited for an answer... Nothing came.*
 
*The Young Man with Fury reborn once more speaks.*

"I refuse to play the part then. I will not be some Useful Idiot in some Scheme far beyond my knowledge. All I Ask of you know Master is to tell Me the truth-"

*The Young Man cut himself off, slowly walking backwards as he shoke his head.*

"No... You're no longer my Master... My Master is Long Gone..."

*Black and Golden White Energy repsenting both Light and Darkness surged around the young man now as he grit his teeth.*

"All I want to know is why they had to die. Why? Why Did they have To DIE?!"

*Then suddenly as if all sense snapped within the Young Man finally after another bout of silence from the mysterious voice. He let out a scream to the heavens as his Darkness and Light exploded in ferocity and become erratic due to the uncontrolled emotion. A Helmet then formed over the Young Man's head. The design was that of a lions open mouth and a visor in the opening of said mouth. Lastly, two metallic wings shoot up from the Young mans armor back as he then raises his Keyblade towards Ranoa. A name leaves the young man's lips, but before said name could reach Ranoa's ears, it was cut off by a bolt of lightning.*

"______ TELL ME THE TRUTH!!!!" 

`Ost: KHBBS - Master, Tell Me The Truth`

***The camera pans around Ranoa and The young man, now in a refined Battle stance. Keyblade up and foward in his left and his right hand free near his collar bone as Darkness and Light flows around his body e
Fran
```Information: Quell The Pupil's Raging Heart!!!```
Thomas
Ranoa watches as these events unfurl, confusion falling on his heart before he's met by the young strangers approach. He almost tries to speak, before a painful ring is felt in his ears- And the voice of the reflection, most likely. The owner of the Keyblade he had picked up. He reaches to grip his head, but finds his body doesn't move as it did prior. It stands still, likely reflecting the accurate way cia had behaved during this. As the young man goes on a tangent about what he had done over the last five years, ranoa feels as if he had found some of the answers he was looking for. Though, more questions have been created, but there are some leads. That, and a bit of pity for the poor boy. A seeming byproduct of war. Did this cia person use him like a tool? Or was there something deeper going on?

Though, he's forced to put a pin in these thoughts as the keyblade is raised, and the clear intent to fight is presented. Ranoa doesn't particularly *Want* To fight the young man, but it's clear he isn't being given a choice. He had been struggling to ignore the constant sight of death not too long ago, after all. It'll probably add to the darkness addled nightmares he had been having lately. 

And soon enough, the fight has begun. Ranoa raises the keyblade above his head, pointing it at the young man in a one handed grip while resting his free arm in front of him, facing forwards for any quick attacks from that side.

[combat post after this]

Ranoa quickly dashes towards the armored young man, Jumping any over fallen keyblades lining the ground and aiming to attack him before he can react. After presumably closing the gap, he raises the blue hilted keyblade overhead, swinging down with as much force as he can muster with a repeated barrage of strikes. Aimed at various pieces of the armor. He takes a few quick steps back once this barrage his done to prepare for a counterattack. He doesnt know what to expect here.

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HP: 2800
MP: 140 -185
AP: 160 -205 -185

Action 1: 251 
Action 2: 251 
Action 3: 251 
Action 4 [-15%]: 213
Action 5 [-15%]: 213

Bonus Action: Second Form S Activated at level 3 - 20 AP Drain per turn
Bonus Action: Phase Two: 5 turns remain

Damage Taken: N/A
Damage Sent: 1179```