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// Bolitarea: Part Two 
// Story: Balance 
// by BioQuillFiction 
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With the new Keyblade forge working we crafted several new kinds of Keyblades. Swords and daggers stayed true to a Keyblades appearance, the really short daggers made the keyblade from Neverland in Kingdom Hearts one look like a claymore by comparison, but will work well either way. Maces made...well, a Keyblade but the tops of them are all rather top heavy, as a mace should me.

Bows were the strangest. They largely retained their own normal shape, mostly just changing colors or gaining some more features, including a Keychain, showing the bottom of the bow. Same went for crossbows, which also kept their shape, though wooden once were changed to appear, and likely were, metallic. These kinds of ‘Keyblades’ are going to be tested when this is all over, maybe perfected even. Ranged Keyblades will prove valuable. 

Gauntlet weapons were the most interesting, each gaining a Kingdom Key like row of spikes at the top, the two, if a pair, connected by the chain of the Keychain itself. This, you would think, would limit swing range, but oddly not. The chain seems to stretch as much as the wielder needed it to. Shields didn’t change at all, not a bit, color at most but that was only a few and the Keychain hung from their grip. Thomas’s sword became dragon like in it’s new Keyblade form. It’s blade a thin red dragon wrapped around a swords steel sharp edges ad the tip/key part was the dragon beginning to breathe fire, the hand guards around the grip it’s looped tail, and it’s Keychain was, funny enough, a Pure Dragonstone ore. Ed and Boldwin were going to stay behind, getting into an argument/competition about who can smith the most Keyblades and such. Those two, I swear.

“Alright then, Thomas, Patches, ready?” I asked, deciding to use Cript’s Keyblade, just to get a feel for it.

“As best we can.” Thomas assured.

“I still say this is madness, then again who am I to judge one’s sanity?” Patches said, shrugging.

We used the lift and once back up I let Patches and Thomas take out the smaller Unversed while I took on the larger ones. Brusers and Tank Topplers and Triple Wreckers. Those where my targets while I let Thomas and Patches train in their new ‘Keyblades’ taking out out Floods and Scrappers.

We made out ways through the first parts of the mine with fair ease, the most trouble we had was with a Buckled Bruiser, but I provided a distraction while Thomas and Patches killed it. They learned fast, Patches especially, strangely enough. We made our way up to the Spider area, cobwebs still covered the place, but this time...there was something new. Unversed, the symbol on them clear enough, but they were sliders, shooting webs that Thomas learned the hard way, pinned you to the ground til you pulled yourself out.

Thankfully, like all bugs, fire did a lot of harm to them, and a well shot Megaflare killed them with ease. They also dropped something… “What’s this?” Patches asked, picking up the glass bottle with a cork top that resembled a special mouse.

I took a look at it, seeing it was a fizzy item. “Soda?” I questioned. They seriously dropped this stuff? Looking closer the words Rocket Soda, were labeled in small text along the bottom. “Rocket Soda?”

“What is it Zeke?” Thomas asked.

I wanted to facepalm, but Soda was alien to them. “Think of Soda as soft cider, still fizzy, but more so without any alcohol.”

That seemed to register with the two as I took the beverage, placing it into my pouch. “Always wondered how that would taste.” I said to myself as we marched forwards, the Spider Unversed, Arachnophobia, I decided to call them, were hoarded around the entrance to where the Armored Spider was… This better not be what I think it is… We arrived at the Armored Spider’s sector. Once there, we saw those Spider Unversed swarmed here. By the Archstone, floated a Mimic Master, opening it’s book as dark negativity swirled around above it, and leg by leg...The Armored Spider emerged, the Unversed symbol atop it’s Abdomen. “Ah shit!” I called out as  we all dodged it’s fire breath, the normal fireballs now swapped out for more lethal Megaflares.

It’s underlings began marching towards us. This isn't it good. Not at all. “Thomas! Patches! Keep your shields up and stay back! Those fireballs hit you it won’t end pretty!” I shouted, the two doing as told as I rushed, side stepping the Megaflares and rolling to dodge it’s webs, getting back to my feet with a swing of Cript’s Keyblade as to deal with the surrounding underlings. Quickly, I ran, and was not in it’s face. Just as ugly as I remember. Before I could slash it, it breathed a harsh wave of fire that burned my skin. I could hear Trixie screaming in the back of our head. I was knocked down, our body's skin burnt in some areas. Shit, no armor, not my old sturdy body...shit shit shit. I thought, rolling over to avoid a slam of it’s blade like legs. As  I rolled I heard something tink on the ground. Looking behind me, I saw it was my Wayfinder. My old one wasn’t with me, so I made one, out of whatever I could find in the Boletarian Palace.

Painfully, I grabbed it, and squeezed. “Work damn you. Now I wish I had Ben’s shield.” As I said that, the Wayfinder glowed brightly, my injuries seeming to fade as Ben’s shield appeared in my gip. “...Oh thank god.” I said, turning over and placing the shield above me, blocking it’s second slam attack as I got up. “Alright then, let’s see how well this bug likes the cold.” I said, slamming Frozen Pride into the ground as the air quickly went from hot to freezing. The Armored Spider seemed to be affected by this, shaking at it’s metallic exoskeleton began to freeze over in some places. Taking that as my que, I threw a Strike raid, the frozen metal breaking upon impact. The Armored Spider shrieked, and I too this as a shot as it began its fire and shoved Frozen Pride into its throat. “Deep Freeze!” Blizzaga was cast down it’s throat, it’s body freezing whole as I summoned X, and slammed it down on it’s head. It’s body shattered into shards and chunks of frozen flesh as they evaporated back into Negativity. Frozen Pride left, my first D-link ending as I collapsed to my knees. “Shit… Right, can’t be reckless about this… I got lucky. Heh...I’ve never felt so...vulnerable before. A body that can die easily… Finally...I’m normal.”