Hex met the eyes of the Sinner. The sight of the King hadn't faded but he was sent flying.
He noticed the ground beneath him move tens of meters. He only realized he was the one moving when he hit the ground, skidding over the snow, before coming to a stop. Somehow, his eyes remained fixed on the spot the King had transformed into a Heartless. Only when he felt the ground hit him or he hit the ground, did the figure of the King fade.
'Huh? Where did he go?'
Hex glanced over. He noticed the King in the spot he had been. Seeing the King's figure, Hex's brain managed to process everything. The things he saw, he heard…and felt, especially felt.
"AH!"
A short but shrill scream escaped his throat. He stopped abruptly. Not by choice. His throat filled with blood and torn muscles. He burst into a fit of coughs. More blood and muscles filled his throat.
Now.
Hold your thunder.
There will be some inner monologue. After all, someone hasn't show us her side of the story. At all. Let's see what's in her mind, shall we?
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