Battle at the Ridge
It was very early in the morning, still dark. Dawn would not arrive until a few hours. Residents of Balamb Garden too were still in their beds, asleep, ignorant to what was happening north of Garden on the mountain.
Two men stood and stared at one another in the dark; one, around six foot two, dressed in a light trench coat with a dark vest and pants. The other, about five-foot eight, was dressed in black clothing, a thick leather jacket that looked a bit small for him and dark combat cargo trousers. The one with a trench coat stood at calm at the base of the mountain. He had short blonde hair and wore a wickedly taunting expression on his face. The other stood above on a higher ledge. He had semi-long brown hair and held his flaming weapon in front of his face only showing his eyes to his soon to be opponent. They both had similar weapons: The Gunblade. The man in black then threw his gunblade in the air and he too jumped as well, to the level plane the other had been standing on. His weapon fell with the rain and sliced into the earth with the lightning and thunder.
At the moment the rain had stopped, the man in black grabbed his gunblade and led charge. The other did the same, grinning as he ran forward. The man in black made the first move, slashing downward with much force. The other simply blocked the attack and countered, spinning into another slash. That attack too was blocked, however, the blonde man did another forcing the other to duck for cover and retreat a few steps.
The one in the trench coat then saw his chance and blasted forward with his rain of attacks, stabbing his gunblade at the one retreating. "C'mon! Is that all you've got!?" The other tried his best to block, holding his weapon forward and swiping the stabs away. Dammit Seifer! I thought I had you! There was one final slash to finish his attack, which again forced the man in black to duck.
Finally! An opening! Now you're mine. Thought the other man who then resumed his charge. He started slashing hard and fast, making contact to Seifer's gunblade each time.
Ah, so the lion finally shows his true self! Seifer grunted and made another heavy slash making the other back off. The man in black twirled his gundblade and again charged forward. Not this time… hope you're ready for this! Seifer then lowered his gunblade to his side and raised his left hand with the palm toward his opponent. A flaming ball of light emerged. "Eat this Squall!" He fired.
Too late! Squall had caught a glimpse of it and had enough time to hold his gunblade out to block. The ball of fire hit exploding and sending him back to the ground. Ugh… man, that was cheep…
Squall shook his head and cringed his teeth still shaken from the blow. Seifer slowly walked up to him raising his gunblade. Squall finally looked up only to see the image of Seifers gunblade coming down towards his face, the image of Seifer grinning behind it. The blade made contact, slicing into his skin and summoning blood, the blood splattering all over the ground as straight as the path of the cut. Squall looked to the spilt blood on the ground and began to feel dizzy. He was also angered. This is supposed to be a training session! What the hell are you doing Seifer!!! In a sudden rage, with all the strength he had left in him, Squall dragged his gunblade on the ground, it sparking with each rock it dashed upon, to the sky returning a slash to the face at Seifer. He too was cut and sent back to the ground, he holding his face.
Squall sat on the ground, still in the position he attacked, weapon in the air, for a few moments until he finally passed out.