DENIED
Oh just cure me already...
It was battle time.
Four Galbadian soldiers against 2 SeeDs and one... random playboy... sniper. Said playboy sniper was smirking while twirling his gun around—showing off, of course.
"Heh. I bet you Galbaldy soldiers can't do this, eh?" Irvine Kinneas said as he used his rifle as a baton and threw it in the air.
Squall Leonhart sighed at the idiotic antics that the cowboy was busying himself with and wished, hopefully, that Irvine would just shoot himself already.
…Like that was likely to happen.
Anyway, Zell Dincht was once again low on HP. And it seemed that no one wanted to cure him, what with his cure magic running dry and his non-ability to use items. So while he "patiently" waited for Irvine or Squall or even God to cure him, a Galbaldy soldier shot him. Which depleted... Oh let's just say 46 HP.
Now, Squall noticed that Zell was practically on the floor and thought nothing of it (the selfish bastard) and merely waited for the cowboy to stop twirling his baton like a little girl and cure the chicken-wuss already.
…Which wasn't going to happen anytime soon since Irvine was just put under a confuse spell.
When it was Zell's turn, once again, he just remembered about his draw ability.
"OH YEAH! I have the draw ability! Must… draw… cura…"
And with a loud bang... Zell was shot in the forehead just as they had won the battle.
Stupid, stupid, Irvine.
As the closing shots of the players came into view, Squall silently... Okay, shouted a very loud, and very long...
"DEEEEEEEEENIIIIIIIIIEDDDDDDDD!"
Which was very unlike him.
The end.