Lightning's Thoughts XIII-2:

Vahalla:

Through her endless battle against Ciaus, Lightning had gotten used to the dead landscape of Vahalla. When she first arrived on it's shores, it was a strange and foreign land. Now, it was hard to remember what came before Vahalla, or if there was anything after.

Was it strange to say that she enjoyed the view? When she barely saw it between each swipe of her blade? Nevertheless, she found it beautiful.

Lighting found the architecture fascinating. The peace and quiet felt romantically somber.

If only she could pause, just for a moment, to explore it's wonders. Instead, she slammed into buildings, destroyed the structures, and trampled Vahalla's landscape.

"It's a shame," Lightning spoke loud enough for Ciaus could hear her as she pulled herself from another newly made pile of rubble, "that all of this goes to waste."

She knew that he would understand what she meant. After trading blows with Cias endlessly, she had gathered the type of person he was.

Ciaus chuckled, "a shame indeed." He rose from the dust and debris, brushing it off. "We share similar aesthetics, we are matched in battle and taste."

Judging from his look, Ciaus considered his ideas of beauty as the highest caliber. A compliment, she had a good sense of style, what a surprise. Lightning raised her weapon, charging into the fray once again. Tell that to my sister!


A/N: Welcome to the continuation! Most of the stories for this one will be shorter than that of the first, sorry Light just doesn't appear all that much in the game so that makes it a bit more difficult than before. Thanks for sticking with me, and thanks to any newcomers just starting now.