Lea muttered about timing to himself and called his keyblade. He wasn't even sure it would work here, given the weirdness of this place. He dodged the morning star; it could do more damage than some shadows. Why these guys, anyway?

He didn't have time to check out how they reacted; if they were attacked as well, they'd be busy and he didn't want to distract them. He couldn't shake a feeling of sympathy with the man in red. Sometimes you tried to save your friends and it just didn't work out, but at least the guy wasn't giving up.