[he's completely rigid, paralyzed, even the faint whimpers of agony fading, he can't even open his mouth to scream. his skin looks almost metallic, no living color left in it, the shifting patterns of black and white are even spreading through his hair]

[faint outlines of two keyblades are appearing in his hands, rapidly solidifying, twin kingdom keys, one glowing black and one glowing white. outlines of keyholes are appearing in the air, dozens, hundreds. his chest is glowing so brightly you can see it through his coat and shirt. the power radiating off him batters you like a hurricane wind]