Ridere stands just next to Jarvan, arms folded and mind wandering.
“I rather like the somber purple dye in my hair right now, it fits with that jazz composition…”
Ridere cut his thought process short when he saw Jarvans face turn slightly more into a frown then it already was. Jarvans gaze fixed upon the heartless in front of them. Ridere had been with Jarvan longer than anyone else, and new exactly what that face meant, master had placed yet another burden on his shoulders.
A thunderous sound broke his concentration; Ridere tilted his head to watch as Tonitrus jumped up from his prone possession retreating from the three new soldiers that had appeared. The sound of a bell could be heard ringing as “Chime” appeared in his hand. A rather dazed looking smile spread its self across his lips.
“Show time” he exclaimed as he dashed to Tonitrus’s position, his feet gliding across the ground, sliding in to a stance just between the heartless. The sound of a violin could be heard as the 3 heartless soldiers were sent flying backwards. Followed by the pluck of a harp which split one of the soldiers in half, the other two stood back up jittering and dancing as they always do. Ridere laughed and called back over his shoulder. “Come now Tonitrus, what did Jarvan just say”