The spears converge upon Chikusa's owl, ripping it to shreds in a single instant. He does not go after Chikusa, because Roxas is there to pick up the pace - there's a more important task he must attend to.

Ain floats down to a crouching position, the mist retreating to cluster around him. Soft tendrils sprout forth from the fog, circling Add protectively like a half-formed cocoon.

"Tell me..."

Is it time? It might be, given how much pain Add is currently in.