Fabian's voice came from the lacrima. "They're grunts. What else did you expect?" He said, "Honestly, they're all like goombas!" He paused. "Except for those other three...what were they called, the Spectral Trio or something like that...?" Turning away from his communication lacrima, he gave them some thought. I wonder how they're doing, by the way... Switching communications with his lacrima, he watched as Cyrus and Jeanne began beating them down. ...That seems about right. He mentally griped with a sigh. He then switched back to Py-ton. "Then again, the best of the worst might not suffice..." he muttered.
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"Okay, that is IT!" Ghost shouted, frustration etched on his face. "I'm getting really tired of this! Reaper! Options, now!"
"Wait, since when were YOU team leader?!" Reaper growled angrily, "You're not the boss of me! Quite the contrary! I formed this team, so I'M the leader!"
"Just help me think, dammit!" Ghost roared.
"Well, have you tried, uh...THAT tactic yet?" Reaper asked. "You know, your specialty?"
"REAPER! This is hardly the time to think about that!" Ghost gasped, appalled. "We're in the middle of a fight!"
"I, uh...I meant switch bodies, buddy." Reaper interrupted, not wanting to imagine what he was talking about.
"Oh...oh yeah...I forgot about that." Ghost muttered. He then smirked as he took out a dagger and pointed it at Cyrus. "You better be ready, boy, because you're about to be in a world of pain!" He then pierced his own chest with the blade, crying out and coughing roughly.
"Uh...aren't you supposed to do that to me?" Cyrus asked, looking rather disturbed that his opponent had just stabbed himself.
"Oh, ho ho...but you see, I DID do that you!" Ghost laughed, as a magic circle formed behind him as he tossed the bloody dagger aside. "SOUL SWAP!" he shouted, casting a beam of light that struck Cyrus, who winced. A blinding light flashed from the conflict, and when it was over, nothing seemed to have changed.
W-what the...did he miss? Cyrus wondered, opening his eye a little, his vision somewhat blurry. OW! Okay, he did not...my chest hurts...wait...what's that? As his vision cleared, he saw himself standing in front of him. Wait...did he copy my looks?! What the...?! Wincing, he looked down to find a stab wound on his chest, and he put two and two together. "Oh...Ohhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhh crud." 'Ghost' sighed.
"And now that your body is currently under my possession," 'Cyrus' laughed as he approached his dagger, "All I have to do now is kill you!" He then raced toward 'Ghost' with murder surging through his eyes.