That just made things worse. At least before, they were just regular angry man-eating zombies. Now he'd gone and set them on fire. He scrambled away, slowing down once he was well away from the apartments. He turned around quickly, extending his Keyblade again, "Freeze!" A jet of blue rocketed out of the tip of the blade, exploding into shards of ice as it hit the burning zombies.

He couldn't keep using magic. There were too many to fight that way, and it didn't seem like his magic did must to stop them anyway. If Donald were here... He shook his head. As far as he knew, he was on his own.

Taking a step back, he switched out his Oathkeeper chain with his Ultima chain. "Let's go!" He dropped down, charging forward and attacked the ones at the front of the mob.