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Final Fantasy:
Broken Worlds
Chapter One
The sun shines bright in the savannah of Giza Plains. The Hyena sat lazily in the baking sunlight, watching the action before them, knowing that they won't go hungry today. Steel sings as sword meet one another in the heat of battle. In the middle of the Throne Road of Giza Plains, a Monk and a Red Mage are in the middle of a battle with thirteen bandits.
"Damn, these guys just don't give do they." said the great sword wielding Red Mage as he locks his blade with a Hume swordsman.
The dark haired monk dodges an attack from another swordsman and then uppercuts him into the chin, finishing with a spin kick to the chest to create some distance.
"I don't think I ever had this much fun Alexx" he said, dodging a sword swipe from a Bangaa.
The Red Mage breaks the sword lock, making the bandit lose his balance. Holding his sword, DeathBringer, with both hands, underhanded he would swing his blade upwards in a form of a slash cutting into the bandit causing the poor fool to be launched into the air followed shortly with a downward swing that would slam the bandit into the ground splitting him in half. Alexx would yank his bloody sword from the ground as he positioned it into an over handed style as he would pace backwards until he was back to back with the fighting monk. The Monk would meet back to back with the Red Mage as he watched his enemies group up to attack.
"You don't leave Mt. Bur-Omisace much do you Furuta." Joked the Darkish blue haired Red Mage. "How many do you have left?" Alexx asked watching the bandits before him inching there way towards him, there weapons crying for his blood.
The Bangaa bandit swung his blade for the Monks neck but to no avail as he hit only air. His reward for his attempt was a swinging left kick to the neck, cartwheeling him to the ground as his lifeless body hit the ground, his head being snapped to the side from the kick.
"I have six left." Furuta answered as he takes his katana from the holder on his back and readies his stance.
"Hm…" the Red Mage pondered as the claymore over his head slightly swirled with green mist. "I have five" he called back to the monk as he swings his blade vertically with great speed at the bandits as he roared our "Gale Buster!"
The greenish mist would release from DeathBringer , the power from it causing both the Monks and Red Mages cloths to ruffle as the mist changed into a horrifying hurricane of wind blades, The bandits screamed as the wind ripped into their bodies, there life ending before the soulless bodies even hit the ground.
The Monk didn't have to look to know that no one survived the Magick attack and those who did would wish they didn't. The remaining six bandits' moral were crushed by the instant and gruesome deaths of their comrades. Furuta took a step towards them, his chi circling around his body, whipping at his clothing. He put is sword back in it's holder on his back and cracked his knuckles.
"Don't worry about your friends because you'll meet them in the lifestream soon enough." Furuta said calmly. "We gave you a chance to run in the beginning. I believe your words were it's thirteen to two."
The chi surrounding his body roared as he crouched into a fighting stance, his left in front and right fist tucked in.
"Tears of the Zodiac!" he yells as he dashes at the closest bandit.
Furuta uppercuts the Hume in the chin, lifting the man into the air. The Monk jumps with him, releases his katana from the holder again, holding it in front. He performs a front flip, slashing the bandit down the middle in the process. Furuta lands on the ground with both hands on the Masamune blade in the underhand stance and rushes at the second unlucky bandit. In fluid motion, Furuta performs a jumping upward slash, cutting into the chest. Using the force of the jump, he spin in a three sixty, cutting the bandit diagonally, ending his life. The Monk feet meet the ground once again and he closes in on a Seeq bandit. He catches him in the chin with a back flip kick, using the bandit to push himself away from him. When he landed he charges the staggered Seeq, ending him with a slash through the middle of his body. Furuta continues the run and plunges his sword through the middle of the fourth bandit's heart and out through his back. The fifth bandit tries to take advantage of his partners demise with a over head slash to the Monk from behind, but the sword comes out to the dead bandits chest as easily as it went in and spins around rend the fifth through the middle. The sixth and last one of the group charges him with reckless fury and then he met the ground, a body without a head.
Alexx is sitting on a stone, watching the Monk fight and kill the remaining bandits. "What do we do now?" he asked as he cleaned his sword with a handkerchief.
Furuta goes to his side and puts his hands into his sleeves of his Jujitsu Gi.
"We take from them what we need and then we bury them." Furuta walks towards the bodies. "Even the lowest of the low should be buried properly."
Alexx jumps off the rocks and puts his sword in it's holder on his back.
"You loot and I'll get the graves prepared." He said.
The Red Mage reaches into his pack and pulls out a black leather book with a red jewel in the middle. Etched in the leather are arcane runes in the magick language. He flips a few pages as he scans for the words he needs. He points towards an open space in the plains and yells, "Graviga!"
The ground shook as thirteen holes craters appears where he pointed. After the graves were made, he sits down, wipes the sweat from his brow and shoves the bangs from his left eye. Graviga is a level three spell that can put a strain on anyone's magick reserves, but doing it after he used the quick spelled Aeroga level three spell to do his Gale Buster; he was pushing his limits of magick.
"Here take this" Said Furuta.
The Red Mage looked to Furuta's hand and sees a pink bottle filled with a green liquid.
"Just what I need." Alexx sighed as he takes the either potion and downs it. "After that Gale Buster, who wouldn't need an either." Said the Monk as he walked towards the corpses "Now are you going to help me or do you want to sit there and look at those books of yours."
Alexx smiled as he hoped off the stone he was sitting on as he walked over behind the monk. "Alright I'll help, beats sitting cross-legged on a rock thinking about Giza bunnies."
The two men laughed at the joke as they filled the graves with the dead bodies, followed by the some dirt to cover them. When they finished they would take the swords of the bandits and stick them over the graves as grave stones. Once finished they would dust off there cloths and looked to the now setting sun.
"Rabanastre isn't so far from is it" said Furuta, the Red Mage patted the Monk's shoulder. "I'm sure the Sandsea is sure to have the room for us." The two began to walk north towards the royal city. "I'll buy the food if you buy the room" said Furuta, "rooms" corrected Alexx. "Who knows, I might bring a woman to keep me company." "If you have a woman in your room, then I'll give up on being a Monk and become a Dark Knight." The two men laughed as the sun hid behind the horizon of the Plains.