There was a moment where hope guttered, where Leon's voice directing the battle fell silent and Cloud's sword drifted downward, where Yuffie started crying in sheer frustration and even Aerith, who had never been given to pessimism, began to falter. There's just too many Heartless, where's a Keyblade wielder when you need one- ...but they had forgotten, after so long being Radiant Garden's first-last-only line of defense, that they weren't the only ones fighting anymore.

"Show no mercy, kupo!" a high piping voice cried.

The Heartless were suddenly swarmed with flying pastel puffballs, each armed with weapons more outlandish than any Keyblade could hope for. Even when a moogle or several were injured and thrown back, they barely held still long enough for Aerith to heal them before charging back into the fray to inflict yet more cute, fluffy destruction on the enemy.