A chill ran down his spine. He was in trouble. He knew that for sure. This wasn't like fighting the Heartless at all. They just refused to go down without expending a lot of energy and there way too many to take them out one by one without passing out before they were all gone. What else could he do? He had to think. But not here. Certainly not here.

He grasped his Keyblade in both hands, gritting his teeth and raising it up, "Gravity!" A blackish-purple orb appeared around the nearest group, tightening around them and pressing them down hard into the ground. He turned on his heel, running through the broken town again, stumbling and tripping over junk lying about in the street. He picked himself up quickly, running more. He just needed time to figure out a plan.