Final Fantasy VII: The Turk
The detonation sequence had been set. Soon, the support pillar for Sector 7 would come crashing down upon its denizens and, more importantly, the terrorist group AVALANCHE. As he pushed himself back up to his feet, Cross wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his Turk jacket. Now, he could turn his attention to the gunfire happening below his platform at the top of the pillar, unsheathing his twin kodachi from behind his back and turning to meet his oncoming enemy.
Just as he reached the final step, the man with the gun-arm fixes his sights on Cross, and raises the barrel to meet his target, as the slightly heftier man that follows suddenly stops in his tracks, apparently not expecting any more opposition. "No need for any more fightin' here, Turk. We got through all them Shin-Ra nobodies down below, so it's just you and us." He certainly had a point, Cross thought. Reno should have been here long before now with the detonation code, but it was no surprise he was running late as usual.
"Yeah, come on man! We've lost friends, and so have you! Biggs! Jessie! They're dying down there right now, so why don't you give it up so that we can all go home with what little we have left!" The pudgier man had, surprisingly interjected. Cross had thought he was frozen in his tracks from fear before such an outburst, but now he didn't now which surprised him more: the sudden outburst, or the brash assumption the two had that they were any match for him.
"Friends?" Cross replied, as he started to circle the two, who mirrored his movement. "They've all died for the better cause. It's what they signed up for. To be honest though, I'm surprised you made it through them so easily. That must make you AVALANCHE then, right?"
"That's right, fool! Don't you forget it either!", responded the man with the gun-arm, quite proudly.
"Just as I thought. Is this all of you then? I'm disappointed, from the reports I had thought you were some highly regimented organization, dedicated to your struggle, however twisted it is. Now I see you're just a bunch of bottom feeders, a rag-tag group of common criminals, mirror images of the horrible atrocities you have already committed."
"Bottom-feeders?! Just who do you think you talkin' to, huh?! We're not the criminals, it's Shin-Ra! We're fightin' to save the planet, all Shin-Ra has done is & it up!"
"By taking out industrial areas, reactors, causing collateral damage with each and every bombing? Putting thousands of people out of work, thousands of more at risk? You can try to believe whatever you want to help yourself to sleep at night, but it doesn't matter, because the bombing of the Sector 7 pillar is going to be your last."
"Bombing? What are you talking about?"
"It was only going to be a matter of time anyway. If we let you go on, you'll take out all the reactors, and then, all the plates in Midgar. At least this way we can control it, and stop you in your tracks. A heavy price to pay, but in the end it's for the best. AVALANCHE ends with Sector 7." The gun-arm man's hefty companion was shaking now, jerking his head back and forth as he listened to Cross, until he could take anymore.
"You're gonna blame this on us! No, you're wrong! We'd never do anything like that, only Shin-Ra would! Well, it doesn't matter, BECAUSE I WON'T LET YOU DO IT!"
"Wedge, no man! Stay back!", the gun-arm man yelled, but his partner refused to listen as he charged towards Cross, mad with rage. The Turk curled his lip at the effort and glanced over his shoulder to the rail behind him before looking back towards his charging enemy. Wedge charged faster and faster towards Cross until, before he could react, the Turk side-stepped around him, planting a foot square in his back and causing him to disappear over the edge of the platform.
The ease of defeating this first adversary was quickly overwhelmed by the hail of gunfire that was now coming towards him, as he turned to see the man with the gun-arm blasting furiously towards him. Reacting quickly, he deflected a few shots with his kodachis before dodging behind the giant pillar supporting the platform and plate above. He knew he had done well to dispatch one of them as quickly as he had, but even so, the other that remained was obviously the more formidable of the two.
As the gun-arm man circled around the pillar to bring Cross back into his sights, the Turk acted fast, leaping high up onto the pillar and clinging onto it's rough, aged surface with the tips of his kodachis and soles of his boots. A helicopter chopped through the air in the distance, and Cross's hopes were heightened, he needed only fend off this attacker a little while longer before back-up would arrive. The gun-arm man had made his way around the pillar to Cross's previous position, but the Turk was above him now, a fact he did not realize. Utilizing the element of surprise, the Turk leapt from his perch now, down towards his adversary, but the gun-arm man was quicker than he realized, noticing Cross just in time to deflect his attacks with the hard metal of his grafted weapon.
Cross pressed the attack, slicing and stabbing with his kodachis, strikes that were blocked and dodged, then blocked and dodged again by the man with the gun-arm. Attacking like a man possessed, the Turk knew he couldn't let the gun-arm man get any kind of distance from him, or else he would find himself target practice yet again. His feverish strikes drew sparks with each deflection by the gun-arm, the clank of metal against metal almost rendering the enclosing helicopter inaudible. As Cross lunged towards the gun-arm man, he lost his footing on the metal grating of the platform and fell to his knees. Below the platform, he spotted two more figures approaching up the massive circling staircase beneath him, a spiky-haired warrior with a giant sword, and a beautiful long-haired vixen. Despair practically overwhelmed him as he picked himself back up to his feet and turned to see the barrel of the gun-arm staring right back at him. Before he could think, shots rang out, and bullets riddled through his body, sending him stumbling back and falling over the railing of the platform. He watched the platform sailing up and away from him before he sank deep into darkness.