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That was her intention, but—
As Dejir rushed towards the forest of Keyblades, supposedly unavoidable, he was pulled upward as if something had latched onto him, his posture unchanged, as nine Keyblades passed beneath him.
It was the tentacles behind Dejir that had grabbed him. Incredibly, besides being tough and sharp, these tentacles retained elasticity and flexibility. By shooting into the ceiling or walls and then contracting rapidly, they enabled three-dimensional maneuvers mid-flight, deviating from conventional movement.
Originally resembling a chibi version, he was small and difficult to aim at, and this mobility made him even harder to deal with.
Dejir, transformed into a blade projectile, began his final acceleration. The distance between him and Belle was now less than a meter. The blade-composed tentacles began to spin like a drill; being hit by such a thing would instantly mince anyone into pieces.
"Taste my sky-piercing drill!!"
Dejir shouted.
