It was a good thing Renji was there, as Sora hadn't been able to contribute much of anything to the battle. Already, the older man had found the weak spot, and now the monster was gushing blood. Sora stared, his hand which had been clutching the Keyblade so tightly falling limply to his side as the weapon disappeared yet again.

Gold blood? It was a little gross, actually, and the boy put a hand over his mouth. He had seen black blood, but gold was just another step closer to completely abnormal. What was this thing supposed to be, anyway?

Though none of that mattered. The other fights were forgotten about, too, when he quickly recalled why they were here. He turned to Renji.

"Kairi! Where's Kairi?" His eyes skated over the doors on one side of the hall, hoping he could somehow know which one she laid behind.