A/N: So, this is officially my first fanfic that I have ever written/ typed in my entire life. I got the idea while I was playing FFXIII. You know at the end of the battle the camera focuses on the character who dealt the final blow. Well, for me it always ended up being Fang or Lightning. So, I thought maybe I could write a little story about that. Well, here it is. There might be some slight SPOILERS later on in the story. I would announce it in AN. Also I don't really proof read my stuff unless I have the time to. I get a little excited that I finished a chapter and just upload it without checking. I'll probably proof read stuff later when I get the chance. So, sorry in advance for not paying attention in English class.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. They all belong to their respectable creator.

Counting Game

Fang launched the Monstrous Flan skyward and completed her aerial attack. She lands gracefully onto the ground, while bits of ooze covers the grassy plains of Gran Pulse. Lightning shook her head and adds another mental tally. This was Fang's eleventh kill. The warrior was hogging all of the monsters to herself. Neither Lightning nor Hope was getting any of the kills.

"Tsk, can you save any of those monsters for the rest of us." Lightning said putting one hand on her hip.

"Don't know what you are talking about, Sunshine." Fang grinned.

That stupid grin of Fang's always found a way to irritate the soldier. She did an about face and walked off looking for anything that dared get in her way. A group of unlucky rangdas became her target.

"A target is a target," she thought to herself.

The rangdas were oblivious to her presence and she initiated her preemptive strike. The tusked face creatures didn't know what hit them as Lightning, true to her namesake, used a firaga spell and blitz through three of them. Fang and Hope came running behind her. Hope focused on a firaga spell and Fang charged at the last remaining one. She drew her lance for a downward strike. Just when Fang was going for her second attack Lightning squeezed out four bullets from her gunblade. The creature fell lifelessly to the ground with a soft thud into the lush grass. Fang chuckled, that was nine for the soldier.

Hope had to discharge the spell that was glowing red and orange in his palm. He didn't see the point in him following the two fighters. Throughout their entire time scouting he only managed to finish off two monsters. The rest Lightning and Fang took care of. Earlier in the morning he asked Light if he could follow her scouting today hoping that he would be able to hone his skills as a ravager. The huntress invited herself to the party claiming to know the plains like the back of her hand.

Lightning was surprised when Fang joined the group. Ever since the raven haired warrior found her precious Vanilla, or whatever her name was, the two have been joined like Siamese twins. The soldier holstered her gunblade and walked away.

Fang couldn't help herself from grinning like a madman. The raven haired woman knew it bothered the soldier every time she struck the final blow. She couldn't help herself, it had been five centuries since she had seen Gran Pulse, let alone fight its native monsters. It didn't also hurt that she enjoyed the thrill of a fight. Secretly she wanted to impress their stoic leader ever since Palumpolum. No one in Oerba would have dared hit their best warrior. Yet, the pink haired woman had no problem with her back hand striking her face. She understood why Lightning did it, just surprised that she did. Ever since then the two have been issuing silent challenges. Who was the better fighter and whose skills were better. Lightning's attacks might have been flashy, but they weren't practical. All the flips she did was unnecessary and it only drained you of energy and breath. It might have worked on Cocoon, but on Gran Pulse you have to strike fast otherwise it was your ass.

The trio continued their path, when suddenly the sky darkened around them. Fang's instinct told her it was no simple cloud covering the sun. The sound of leathery wings flapping could be heard. The grass flattened with each powerful gust from the amphisbaena. Lightning cursed herself for not noticing the creature earlier. It was going to be a difficult battle in their current state. There was also no escaping once the wyvern noticed them. All of the commotion drew three gorgonopsid. They were trapped and were too far from camp to get the others.

Lightning looked at Fang and Hope, they both nodded and switched to to even odds. Fang began casting slowaga and cursaga on her enemies, Hope buffed the party up and Lightning healed whenever anyone of them took damage. One of the four legged creature ran to the group and vomited a noxious gas. The others quickly covered their mouths trying to allow as little of the air into their lungs. The other two gorgonopsid slashed at who they assume to be the weakest. Hope cried out in pain as a claw slashed through his shirt and breaking skin. Lightning quickly sends a cure his way.

"Why don't you pick on someone who's better looking than that scrawny kid!" Fang shouted to the monsters.

"That's provoking me not them." Hope shouted while he healed Fang.

"Guys, focus!" Lightning ordered as she charges a blizzara spell.

Ice shards attached themselves to the grounded creatures. Fang came bursting in front of the ugly monster and swung her lance down knocking it out. Hope cast another blizzard spell. The aerial monster came down for its feeding swoop attack, its target is the silver haired boy. Sharp fangs clashed against metal, Fang was in front taking the damage.

"Thanks." Hope mutters and cures the damage Fang took.

Lightning used froststrike and blizzard on the gorgonopsid, after her attack Fang wasn't far behind attacking with her lance. With the last of the ground creatures gone they could focus their attack with the menace in the sky. After what seemed like hours the winged beast began to stagger. Lightning and Fang took to the sky hacking and slashing. The earth trembled when the beast fell from the sky. Each member of the party was panting heavily not just from the battle, but the whole day's adventure, all because of a certain warrior.

Fang felt uneasy, there was something wrong, but she couldn't place why she felt that way. Living on Gran Pulse for her whole life she has learned to to trust her instinct. Lightning turned around to glare at Fang. The soldier was not amused about something. Still this wasn't what bothered the huntress. Behind Lightning Fang saw movement coming from the amphisbaena. There was no thinking at this point, Fang just reacted. The pink haired soldier saw Fang running, no charging at her with all her might. Lightning stood her ground expecting the tackle from the stronger woman. Lightning was instantly knocked off her feet and lands on her rump, two feet away from where she stood. The amphisbaena was not dead, in its jaws was Fang's leg. The beast shook its head left and right, trying to tear Fang's limb off. The warrior clutched her lance tighter, her knuckles white, Lightning and Hope casts thundera shocking the beast. Fang with her last ounce of strength plunged her lance into the skull of the wyvern.

Fang's blurred sight registered a red cape flapping toward her as Lightning and Hope came racing closer.

"Watch where you aim that thunder of yours." Fang said with a grin and blacks out.

"That's what you get for playing hero," was all Lightning could say.

The two medics were exhausted from the whole day's ordeal and did the best they could to stop the bleeding. They had no choice, but to head back to camp, so Vanille could patch up the huntress. Hope went to get Fang's lance, but it was embedded into the skull. Lightning also gave it a try as well. She wiggled it back and forth to loosen the weapon, but to no avail it remained in place like it was permanently attached. They decided that Snow could probably yank the thing out. Hope was too short and weak to be able to carry Fang. The task was left to Lightning, she threw the tan woman's arm over each of her shoulder and gave her a piggyback ride back to camp. The warrior better appreciate this, otherwise Lightning would have had no problem dragging the pathetic excuse of a fighter back to camp.

A/N: Well, there's my first chapter to this fanfic. Tell me what do you think. Is it good or bad? Are they ooc? Yeah, I know I got a little Hope bashing in there, but can you blame me for it.