With no response, Tear assumed the worst. The force field began to fade, and she assumed a battle stance. She swept across in front of herself, trying to keep the closest ones at bay so that she had time to cast again. Another cross-slash upwards, and she jumped back, closer to the girl, protectively.

"Pow Hammer!" she cried, lifting her staff from above as toy hammers began to rain down on the heads of the Heartless. It wasn't a strong attack, but hopefully it would stun them long enough. Taking the chance, she began to concentrate on the next spell. No matter what, she wouldn't lose her concentration, even if they lunged towards her... not before -- not until...

"Healing Circle!" the glyph beneath her and the stranger began to glow, radiating with magic.