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[The thing about Keyblades is that they are remarkably tough. Instinctively his sword comes up in a block and the bullet pings off the metal, ricocheting off in another direction.]

Try as hard as you are able. You cannot beat me. Such is the power of darkness!

[Yeah, sorry James, he's attacking again. However, this time he takes a moment before he moves, a swirl of dark energy surging up from the floor around him... and then he draws back his sword, slashing forward and forcing a curved blade of dark energy out of it, spinning straight toward James. The dark energy crackles around him as he moves, a sensation that makes Dante sick with its strength. But he's lived through this battle once before, only it was Sora he was fighting; how's he supposed to do anything now to stop it from happening again?]

[ James has no idea what this is, but anything coming for him can't be good. So he darts to the side immediately, avoiding the energy altogether. He brings up the gun again and--wait no, this isn't supposed to be this instinctual, firing needs to be a last resort-- ]

I warned you!

[ --pulls the trigger. This time, the bullet is aimed right for Dante's calf. A disabling shot, not a killing blow. But still, actually shooting at another person, and without any hesitation at all, is making James feel sick to his stomach. ]

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[There's a grunt of pain from Dante as the bullet strikes true. Logically Dante knows he should feel pain; he should be collapsing to his knees, but he isn't doing either of those things. Instead, his body continues to move on its own, repeating the same maneuver as before. Another blade of energy is coming his way, this time followed up by Dante behind it, prepared with a horizontal slash. Get out of the way, James...!]

[ He should be stopping. Falling. Slowing down. Anything. Why isn't this working? He knows he didn't miss!

James doesn't have more time to think about it because he sees the energy coming for him again. He rolls out of the way again, but only just clearing it by a hair this time. And as soon as he's safely out of its path, he rebalances himself in a kneel. Automatically, he brings the gun up again and shoots--this time aimed for the other leg's kneecap. Still not a killing blow, but far more disabling. ]

[It is disabling. This time, Dante feels the pain of the bullet as it shatters his kneecap (or at least, the dream has him convinced that he does); he howls, his voice wholly his for the first time since they've arrived in Hollow Bastion. They're likely too far apart for James to see, but his eyes are back to their usual tint as Ansem steps back just in time to avoid taking the brunt of the attack, leaving him to feel all of it and to stagger onto his good leg, not daring to find out what will happen if he drops to the ground.]

James--wait--

[Except he probably shouldn't wait, because as Dante tries to stretch out a hand to stop him Ansem's seizing control again, and his entire body starts to glow, the room seeming to darken as though he's sapping all the light out of it. "Open your heart to darkness!" his layered voice says, and that's all the warning James gets that something Very Bad is about to happen before the first of the portals opens up.

One doesn't have to worry about a shattered kneecap when one is seeming to fly, after all.]

[ Hearing Dante scream in pain makes him recoil, feeling guilty about the shot. He barely even remembers aiming and pulling the trigger--like he did it on autopilot. He did this to him without even thinking.

Not that he gets a lot of time to wallow, because then Dante (or whoever/whatever is controlling him?) makes his next move, darkening the entire room. James tries to step out of the way of the first portal he spots, but he's not really sure what to expect here. Is the room going to swallow him? Is it just the portal? He looks around him, tense, trying to get a 360 view of what the hell is going on. ]

[A 360 view won't help him. Portals seem to open up all around the perimeter of their "arena," and "Dante" is hurtling through them at top speed, his sword braced for impact. It seems as though the point of this attack isn't so much accuracy or skill as it is brute force.

After a few seconds of rapid-fire runs, he'll come out of nowhere, slamming his blade into the ground and sending out a series of shockwaves that are almost impossible to avoid. But as long as James doesn't let that stop him, he'll be wide open, arms spread to either side and leaving a clear shot directly at his chest.]

[ Suddenly everything is happening all at once and James can't keep track of what's going on. Dante is moving almost faster than he can see, and the next thing he knows, some sort of vibration has thrown him off balance, sending him falling to the ground where the shockwaves continue to rattle him.

It's only after the second or third wave that he finally manages to open his eyes and realizes he's right in Dante's path. He's got a clear view of him, a clear shot. And once again, his arms raise automatically--even as he wills himself not to. But his hands are on autopilot, and almost before he can grasp what he's done, James pulls the trigger, sending a bullet soaring right for his heart. ]

[It happens almost exactly the same way it did before--Dante realizes that he's suddenly in control of his body again a split-second before the bullet hits him, but this time it's not just a shot to the knee that he's taking in Ansem's place. This time it's a bullet to the heart, a punch that makes his shoulders collapse and his expression freeze in place, a choked gasp escaping him before he drops to his knees.

His eyes are aqua again, and he should be more concerned with the blood that's coming from the wound, staining the front of his clothes and bubbling up beneath his fingers as he tries to staunch the flow, but Dante's staring at James instead, eyes wide. It hurts, a voice whispers inside his mind, and although he's dreaming his mind is convinced he can feel the pain, white-hot and arcing out from his heart throughout his entire body. And yet, he has to make sure James gets to safety...]

James... [He tries to say it, his body refusing to support him any longer and dumping him the rest of the way to the ground. In reality, it actually comes out as more of a wheeze, an attempt to voice a word when there's no air behind it to give it sound.] Get... get out of here...!

[This is it. This is how he's going to die, face-down in a puddle of blood from a bullet wound trapped in this world of his other self, his...

His other self?

James's time in this world is limited now, because Dante snaps awake a moment later, gasping as he sits upright and claps a hand over his heart.

His very whole, very real, beating heart.]

Oh man. [He tips forward, face meeting the blanket.] Just a dream.

[It was just a dream.]

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