A/n: Oh, my. I've taken For-ev-ah::drops to knees:: Please, forgive me. I'm so sorry. I simply...have no good excuses. So much has been going on and I've just been neglectful. I'm sorry. This chap is long; does that make up for it? A litte? Just a tad? Well, I will talk no longer, and simply get on with the show. Thanks so much for the review, you guys. ::happy wave:: This chappy is for you.
Disclaimer: Yes. I own it all. That was sarcasm. I don't own a thing. That was truth.
Chapter 25: Showdown
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She could see them clearly. Despite the fact that rough, scratchy branches were tearing at her arms, she could see every little detail of the couple inside the temple. His read coat, draped around her shoulders. Her emerald swirls, staring up at him with admiration. Watching the couple interact, she felt as though she was intruding. Though they shared nothing but kisses and caresses, she knew it was an intimate moment for the two. The scenery was about as cozy as one could get.
Zarinia wished they would stop snuggling and get out of the temple.
She needed to talk to them. She needed to tell them that Tromell was here. She needed to get them to safety. Somehow. Yet she couldn't just waltz into the temple- she knew her Master was keeping tabs on her. She just knew it.
No, she needed to make their confrontation look believable. She needed to appear like she was going to engage them in battle. Just like she had with Brother. Her heart gave a little jump. Though he hadn't known that. He probably assumed she was deranged. She hadn't wanted to strike him, but she'd had little choice. Thankfully, he hadn't even put up a fight. She hadn't given him a chance. But Rikku and Auron- that would be a challenge.
She only hoped they would listen.
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Running from her house, clad in nothing but her knee-length purple night shirt and a pair of matching capris, Yuna knew she made a spectacle. She had only paused in her mad dash long enough to grab her staff and throw on a pair of shoes, she hadn't bothered with changing clothes or fixing her hair; it was past eleven o'clock at night. If what Brother said was true, she had to hurry to Rikku. And she had never known Brother to lie to her in the past.
At least she wasn't alone. Yuna knew of two others who looked just as harried as she did.
Lulu and LeBlanc had both hurriedly grabbed their own weapons and shoes and sprinted right after the Summoner. All three were concerned about the situation. What exactly the situation was remained a mystery, but Yuna had sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that they would all find out soon enough.
They ran in in silence, adjusting shoes and weapons along the way, Yuna and Lulu knowing the way by heart, LeBlanc following close at their heels. When the old temple came into sight, its stone faded from the heat and storms the island endured, each woman scanned the area, relieved to see it seemingly void of any danger. Still, they kept their guard up. Something was off, each could sense it. Feeling as though million of eyes were on them, the trio creep closer to the temple, eyes scanning every direction.
"It sure is dark up here," LeBlanc whispered, the overhead stretch of roof blocking out the brilliant moon light. She suddenly wished she hadn't left on such an impulse- she was beginning to recall just why she traveled with her boys.
Lulu nodded, crimson orbs straying from the entrance of temple and landing on a thicket of bushes to the left. Nothing moved inside the greenery, the short branches didn't even bend with the slight breeze. When they neared the thicket, nothing leap out to grab them. Lulu still couldn't bring herself to look away from the cluster. When the mage paused, both ladies turned, curious frowns etched on their faces.
"Lulu, what's the matter?"
"There's something odd about that bush..."
Standing just a few feet from the entrance, LeBlanc wanted to bolt inside the structure. It offered the small glow of lantern light. But she, too, was drawn to the thicket, and she did want to help her new-found friends keep their home safe. Swallowing down her nerves, the blond joined Lulu and Yuna, who inching towards the bush.
"Let's take the offense. On the count of three, we'll attack." Lulu turned to her comrades. "Agreed?" At their nods, the mage began the signal. "One...Two..Three!"
A mixture of elements assaulted the cluster of green. Wind stripped it of its leaves, water and lightning combined and scorched the thicket. When all was said and done, nothing remained of the bush. Nor was anything revealed.
A thread of silence passed between them; then, "We just mutilated those bushes. For no apparent reason."
Lulu and Yuna shared a bemused glance. Turning to LeBlanc, their lips pressed tightly together, they mumbled in unison, "Seems so."
The tension that clung to them was momentarily dissipated. Staring at the mutilated bush, laughter began to bubble up within them. They had allowed the darkness to crawl under their skin, and the result was wasted energy and the death of innocent bushes. Giggles escaped them, the humor of the situation bearing on them.
The laughter turned into startled cries when two figures exited the temple.
Hands against their chests, weapons clutched so tightly their knuckles were white, the three ladies sucked in deep breaths of air, their fear ebbing away as the figures became familiar.
"Rikku. Auron. My heavens, must you jump out like that?"
Her gaze traveling between the three women and the cluster of charred bushes, Rikku hiked up a blond brow. "Did you do that?" Pointing to what remained of the greenery, she felt a smile tug at her lips.
The spell-casters shared embarrassed glances. Their simple reply of "Yes" sparked a round of laughter from the Al Bhed.
"What did they do to you?" Rikku demanded lightly, the sight of the shrubs spurring more giggles. When she had entered the temple, she had seen the full, healthy bushes sitting peacefully. Now they were smoldering and not a single green bud remained. Her laughter slowly died when she felt a gentle tug at her hand. Wiping the mirth from her eyes, Rikku felt her happiness plummet as she took in the appearance of her friends.
They wore night clothes and their hair was mussed. Yuna wore the purple pajama set Rikku had given her for her birthday and Lulu wore a her black silk bottoms and over-sized matching top. LeBlanc was clad in a pair of gray cotton shorts and an old, thread bare black tank top. Their hair was either thrown up haphazardly or hanging loose about their shoulders.
Something must be wrong.
"Is something the matter, ladies?"
Glancing up at the man beside her, Rikku gave his hand a small squeeze. He was always one step ahead of her. Her gaze filtered back to the women, and the three spell-casters began explaining.
"Yes. Well, I'm not sure-"
"Brother came to the house earlier. He was very upset. He couldn't even speak Spirian-"
"He said that something was wrong with Zarinia. He thought you might be in danger, Rikku-"
"Danger?" Auron's head snapped up, eyes scanning the immediate area. "Why? Zarinia has been with us all this time, what would change his mind now?"
Yuna shrugged, cautious once more. "I'm not sure, Auron. But he did say something about Tromell being here-"
"What!" The outburst was supplied by both Monk and Al Bhed.
"Yes. I'm not very clear on the details, but I, too, feel that something is..off."
Auron and Rikku shared a look of concern. Turning back to her cousin, Rikku prompted, "Yunie, where is everyone? Shouldn't we all be together?"
"They're on their way here. Caught up in the moment, we we're all sure that something had happened to you since you weren't home yet. I suppose it was rather silly, but I'm sure if we head home, we'll meet up with them. You're right, Rikku- we should all remain together. We need to get a handle on this...whatever it is."
Grouped together, the comrades turned from the temple and crushed thicket and began trotting down the stone steps. As they neared the bottom, they continued to discuss the situation they suddenly found themselves in. When their feet hit the concrete of the sidewalk, a hand shot out, a sword swiftly following. The women stopped immediately, slowly turning to Auron with looks of bewilderment.
"Auron, what is it?"
He held up a hand, silencing the Al Bhed. Sword still outstretched, Rikku watched him, and though she could not see his eyes because of his glasses, she could nonetheless see him taking in their surroundings. She followed his trail, her swirls coming to rest on the small grove of trees that rested near the sidewalk. Staring at the trees yielded nothing, but reading Auron's body language caused her heart to skip a beat. The others followed the warrior's cue and their grips tightened on their weapons. Neither could see what he did, but all trusted him.
Keeping his sword poised before him, Auron called out, "Come out, Zarinia." His voice was as steady as his arm.
Rikku felt her eyes widen. Zarinia?
When nothing emerged from the grove, he prodded, "Don't make me come to you."
Slowly, a jean-clad leg slipped out, followed by a flash of pink and ebony. Sliding into view, Zarinia remained beside her hiding spot, arms folded across her chest, eyes focused on the group intently.
"Hello."
All stared, dumbfounded. Auron was the only who seemed unfazed. Yet he remained silent. Fumbling with her tongue, Rikku finally eked out, "Zarinia, w-what're you doing here?"
The huntress stayed quiet, her gaze roving between each person before her. Slowly, as if gauging her words, she mumbled, "I wish I could say I was having a midnight stroll, but I can't."
Rikku felt her defenses rise, her cousin's earlier words flooding back to her. Her brother had said that something was wrong with Zarinia. Judging by the hooded look in her dark eyes, Brother had been correct in his assumption. Hand searching for Auron's, Rikku clamped onto it. "Then what are you doing?"
Pushing away from her tree, Zarinia advanced towards them. "Looking for you."
Impulsively, all took a step back.
Zarinia stopped. She wanted to tell them all that there was no need to run- she did not want to hurt them. So bad she wanted the words to spill from her lips. Yet she couldn't. She could jeopardize them more if she did- if her master was near, she would endanger them all.
"Stay where you are."
Her eyes closed at Auron's demand, at the thought of what she must do. She took another step towards them.
"Stop."
She didn't.
"I'll retaliate. Don't take another step."
She couldn't heed his words.
"Zarinia, stop!"
Rikku's words tore at her being. Still, she continue her trek. She knew what awaited her. Steel and anger. Her hand traveled to her pocket. Well, she had her own steel...
"I said no more!"
Sorry, Aurrie. Truly, I am.
With that thought, her steps turned into a run.
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"Come on!" Sprinting through the darkness, Tidus glanced over his shoulder, urging his teammates on. Tugging his shirt over his head, the blond repositioned his sword and added a hurried, "Move, guys!"
"We tryin'!"
"You try running with your pants around your ankles!"
Under different circumstances, Tidus would have laughed out loud and prodded the tall man that spat at him. But both Brother and Ormi were already quite a few yards ahead of them all, and Tidus' instincts were on a high, pulling him towards the temple. Having Brother practically knock his door down had pushed all thoughts other than reaching Yuna aside.
Again, he prompted, "Move it!"
Both Wakka and Logos let out a huff. The red-head was fumbling with his shoes and trying to pull a shirt over his head while the gunner was attempting to secure his pants and strap his guns about his waist simultaneously. Neither were getting any where fast.
"We're comin'!" Finally pushing his arms through his garments, Wakka turned his full attention to his shoes. He, too, felt the urge to reach the temple swiftly. Brother's words, though jumbled together with Al Bhed, had been worrisome at the least.
"Where is this temple? The other side of the island?" His slacks now in proper position, Logos continued to struggle with weapons. The holster did not want to clamp around his waist- he was tempted to just throw the leather on the ground and carry the machina. With a frustrated growl, he finally got the leather to cooperate and he eagerly shoved the metal into their slots. He would have been useless in the battle (if there was one) had his hands been full.
"We're not too far," Tidus answered, knowing the way to the temple like the back of his hand. "So let's pick it up!" Too the blond's surprise, the blitzer and gunner went whizzing past him, clothing and weapons no longer in disarray. Flinging his sword over his shoulder, Tidus pumped his legs harder, all the while fighting a sinking feeling that he was not going to like what he found at the temple.
He could only pray that he was wrong.
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Zarinia hated what she had to do. But she had no choice. Running towards the group at full speed, she could clearly read the expressions their faces held- shock, anger, determination. Perhaps a hint of betrayal. She hated it all, yet no other options were at her disposal. Instead of stopping in front of the group, however, she sped past them and hopped up on the wide stone railing trailing up the old flight of stairs. Looking down on them, she forced out a smirk.
"Seems I found you."
The group stared up, weapons at the ready, eyes full of confusion and wonder.
"What are you doing?" Auron demanded, his voice as hard as the steel in his hands.
With a slight shake of her head, Zarinia replied, "My mission. I am finally completing my mission." The outburst that followed nearly broke her facade before it truly began.
"What! But, Zarinia-"
"Rinny! Why!"
I'm sorry... Silently, Zarinia's hand traveled to her side and into her pocket. Feeling the slim, round object, she wrapped her fingers around it and pulled it. She stared at the blue object, debating on whether or not she should place it into the small attachment on her hip. She had never used a 'dress sphere', a contraption her Master- no, Tromell, he no longer held a power over her- had invented. She knew of other who had, and no harm had ever befallen them, but she had to wonder...
Remembering the words Tromell had spoken earlier, his threat of taking care of the 'Legends' personally, spurred her into action. Slipping the sphere into the holster on her hip, she closed her eyes in anticipation, wondering what would happen. To her surprise, a light shone around her, warming her from inside. She could feel her attire change, the loose feel of jeans and sweater replaced by that of tight, revealing leather. Her hair, once swept up on her head, now cascaded around her shoulders in a wave of black; and the emptiness in her hands was replaced by the weight of a sleek sword. As the light dissipated, Zarinia opened her eyes, marveling the the transformation.
A light purple colored suit was wrapped tightly about her body, the material ripped and trailing up the side of her thighs. Thick, black leather boots protected her lower legs, the shiny leather reaching to her knees. Copper braces shielded her arms and hands. Most amazing of all, however, was not the new clothing, but the weapon that rested in her hands. The long, gray sword gleamed brightly in the moonlight, and Zarinia couldn't keep her eyes off of it. The only weapon she had ever held was a small dagger; her preferred weapon was her hands. Never had she held something so...deadly.
Rikku watched the transformation in awe. Not only was she surprised to see the huntress before her declaring that she was going to fulfill her mission, but seeing Zarinia change into a warrior before her very eyes caused Rikku to lose her tongue. The spectacle seemed to have cast the same effect on the rest of the group. All were silent, mouths agape. Safe for one.
"A dress sphere! You have one, too, Rinny?" LeBlanc's tone wasn't surprised at all. It was defeated. "So, you really are on that Guado's side. I see." Unfurling her fan, the blond struck a battle stance. "Finally."
"A...what?" Finding her voice, Rikku turned to LeBlanc, her glance ping-ponging between the sphere hunter and Zarinia.
" 'Dress sphere'. Mera had one, as well. I don't know the basics, I simply know that in heightens your skill."
"I see." Auron hefted his sword forward. "It's a cheap trump card."
Lulu and Yuna followed suit, their stances firmer and their weapons outstretched. "If this is what we must do.."
"Then so be it," Yuna finished.
Slowly, Rikku raised her fist, Godhand equipped. Remorseful swirls met masked orbs. "Fine. If it's a fight you want," her words hardened, "then it's a fight you'll get!"
Sprinting up the stairs, Rikku came face-to-face with Zarinia faster than the huntress had expected. Barely dodging a right hook, Zarinia jumped off of the railing, landing on the stone steps lightly. She didn't want to injure them- she wanted to talk with them- but she had to make it look as though her intent was to harm them. She only hoped they didn't harm her first.
"Why did lie and pretend like you cared yesterday? You could have just been honest and tried to kill us then!" Rikku flung out the words as fast as she was flinging punches. Scurrying over the railing had taken her seconds, and she was back on Zarinia before the raven-haired beauty could bat an eyelash. Though as fast as Rikku was moving, Zarinia was evading each one and only offering half-hearted blows in return.
"What? You wanted to attack you with a house full?" Zainia swallowed the lump in her throat with great effort. "I would have been outnumbered and out-skilled. It would have been suicide." Sword before her, Zarinia blocked Rikku's right hook and delivered one of her own. When the blond stumbled back, Zarinia fought the urge to offer her a steadying hand. A few more minutes of this, and she could tell them...
Wiping the small amount of blood from her lip, Rikku's eyes narrowed to slits and turned as hard as stone. Her blood burned with anger and betrayal. She had defended and believed the woman before her, and her thanks was this? "In case you didn't know-" she lunged forward, catching Zarinia with the tips of her spikes- "you're still out-skilled." And yet as mad and hurt as she was, Rikku still couldn't bring herself to insert the spikes any deeper.
Zarinia swiped the claw away. "Is that so?" Retaliating, she dove towards Rikku, and the two shuffled around and around, throwing punches and sword swings, ducking and side-stepping, barely ever hitting the other.
The rest of the group stood at bay, standing on the balls of their feet and ready to spring into action at any time. The two women before them seemed to merely be toying with each other; neither able to bring themselves to actually hurt the other. Both women were beginning to look a bit winded, however, and all were prepared to jump to Rikku's defense if Zarinia struck any deeper than the surface.
Growing tired of hopping around, Rikku drew a deep breath and threw her Godhand out before her, deflecting Zarinia's sword and diving towards her. Zarinia recovered swiftly and tossed out a horizontal blow, but Rikku ducked underneath of it and spun around Zarinia, throwing her claw across the huntress' neck and securing her arm between their bodies. Latching onto the arm that clutched the sword, Rikku hissed, "Why? Why pretend, and connive, and hurt people that care about you?"
"Why?" Zarinia struggled in Rikku's hold. Though she had never planned on hurting the blond, she had never intended on ending up in vulnerable position, either. Rikku's hold only tightened, the spikes biting into the tender flesh around Zarinia's neck. Sucking in a deep breath, the ebony-haired women whispered, "Because I had to."
Rikku gave her a little jolt. "I asked you, why. I want to know why."
"It was my job. It was my goal to kill you all because my master told me to. That is why. I wish I could say that it was deeper than that- that I was forced to or I would die myself- but I can't. It is as simple and low as that. It was my job."
Rikku stood silent for a moment, digesting what she had heard. Though it wasn't what she had wanted- she had desired details and a better reason than 'I was ordered'- she couldn't keep from dwelling on one word: 'Was'. Past tense. Did that mean...Tightening her hold just a bit, she demanded loudly, "What do you mean, 'was'?"
Zarinia physically cringed. She had whispered all of that for a reason! "Did I say 'was'?" Though the hand around her neck had tightened, the one that help her arm had slackened. Taking advantage of this, Zarinia ripped her arm free and pushed the blond away from her. Whirling around, she pinned a startled Rikku at the end of her blade. "Silly me."
"Rikku!" Sprinting the short distance to the two women, Auron lifted his own sword, the tip of the blade positioned at the base of Zarinia's jaw. "Drop it."
"Auron-"
He ignored Rikku's voice. "Now."
Zarinia could feel the steel nip at her skin. She would have dropped the weapon immediately, had she thought it would do any good. She had this horrible feeling in the pit of her soul that she was going to die either way- the least she could do was safe them in the process. The only was to do that would be to stall just a little longer. If she had to push Auron's buttons to do so..well, she hoped she would live long enough to attempt it.
"Sorry. Can't."
Auron pushed his blade a centimeter closer. "Don't make me ask you again."
"Auron, wait-"
"I said, drop it."
Zarinia shifted her weapon away from Rikku, but she didn't lower it. Her mind was churning. How could she get them to listen to her without bellowing the situation at the top of her lungs? The fatigue she had felt earlier was returning, and suddenly she just wanted to lay down. But Tromell was lurking somewhere close by, and a sword was pressing into her skin. Not exactly an ideal 'nap time' scenario. "Listen to Rikku and-
"Lower your weapon!"
Zarinia flinched at the bark. She had forgotten how stern Aurrie could be. "Look, I'd lo-" Her sentence trailed off as the cold metal pressed even further into her flesh. Any deeper, and he would draw blood.
"Zarinia."
One word. Her name. It was spoken with such finality Zarinia found herself suddenly dropping hold on her sword. The weapon fell to the ground with a gentle 'thud', and Zarinia lowered her head with it. She had to tell them. She merely prayed Tromell was as far away as Gagazet.
"All right, Aurrie. All right." Though her sword lowered, his did not. Rikku, now free from the blade, moved over to Auron's side, her emerald eyes locked onto Zarinia's. The huntress thought she detected a hint of understanding in them, but she dared not to hope.
Silence consumed them all. No one said anything. LeBlanc and the others shuffled up around the couple, and Auron continued to hold Zarinia at the tip of his blade, but no one uttered a sound; until Rikku could stand it no more.
"Zarinia..." Stepping forward, the Al Bhed placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. Rikku's mind had been in motion since she'd held Zarinia captive. The huntress had said 'was', and it had been no accident, of that Rikku was sure. Had Auron listened to her, she would have said as much before Zarinia was unarmed. Something about the ebony-haired woman screamed 'lie', and it was not in her confession. The whole fight had been a fraud from the very beginning. That was why Zarinia had never attempted to kill her. As much as Rikku hated to admit it, when she was at the end of Zarinia's sword, she could have been killed on the spot, before Auron had reached her.
Rikku knew it. Now, she merely needed to hear it.
"Zarinia, you don't intend on killing us, do you? You did, but you don't anymore, right? You could have killed me minutes ago, but you didn't." She paused, allowing her words to sink in. "You don't want to hurt us. Just like I don't want to hurt you."
Zarinia closed her eyes, Rikku's words both soothing and hurting her soul. The blond knew the truth, despite Zarinia's secrecy. Rikku still didn't want to kill her, though she deserved death for her deception. "No, Rikku," she swallowed past the lump in her throat. "I don't."
The blond gave her shoulder a squeeze. "I thought so."
Again, silence enveloped the group. Rikku stood with her hand on Zarinia's shoulder, the huntress stared at the ground. Auron was fighting with himself, wondering if he should truly believe the black-eyed woman, believe his heart, or listen to what his mind was hollering at him- that it was just a fraud. Lulu and Yuna, too, were struggling with the truth of the matter, as was LeBlanc. The group would have stood that way, quietly debating their feelings, for as long as it took to decipher them, had a gravelly voice not interrupted their thoughts.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here."
All heads whipped towards the woods. The speaker of the words presented himself; the group drew their weapons.
"Tromell." The word was a mere whisper. Removing Rikku's hand from her shoulder, Zarinia stepped forward, head slightly bowed. Her heart felt lodged in her throat. surely he had heard everything. Somehow, she forced out a greeting. "Good evening."
"Good evening?" The Guado spat out the words, his eyes on his accomplice. It was as though the others weren't even there. "There is nothing 'good' about this 'evening'." As Zarinia remained immobile, eyes on the ground, Tromell began to circle about her, robes trailing after him. "My dear, you have failed. Miserably, if I might add." He stopped beside her, his gaze boring a hole. "Never, in all my years, have I ever been so betrayed by one of my own."
"No, no, I-"
"Silence."
Obediently, Zarinia lowered her head once more. The satisfied glint in his gray eyes irritated Zarinia beyond words. Yet still, despite her change of heart, she couldn't find it in her to protest.
He started his pacing. "You have already dug your grave; lying will only deepen it. I suggest you remain as you are and listen. I have tolerated your negligence up until this point. Though I always had my doubts about you, I never truly thought you would disobey. Seems I was wrong. You not only abandoned your mission, but you turned against me. Failure...Failure I think I could understand." Again, he paused his pacing. "But mutiny? Now that, Dear, in inexcusable."
"Tromell, please-"
"Please? Please, what? Listen to me? Believe me? Don't give me the punishment I deserve?" Tromell gave a low laugh. "Too late for all of that, I assure you." His gaze traveled past Zarinia and landed on the group of awe-struck 'Legends', his facial expression suggesting that he just realized they were there. "You betrayed me for them. I trust you remember our little conversation from earlier?"
Zarinia snapped her head up. "Master, please! I'm sorry! I'll do-" The look of fire in his eyes stopped her mid-sentence.
"Lying, Zarinia. Watch your step. I will tolerate no more lies. You are either with me, or you are against me. I suggest you make you choice quickly."
Zarinia stood silent, debating her options. She had a sinking feeling both would end terribly. But if she sided with Aurrie and the others...Tromell might unleash his full power on the spot. If she joined him, if only for few minutes, perhaps she could protect them. If she could land a sneak attack on Tromell, she could help them all escape...
"Rinny!" Unable to stand silent any longer, LeBlanc pushed her way through the small group and towards the huntress. "You cannot be contemplating on joining him, can you? You said you no longer had desire to harm us! You've said it multiple times! I believed you! Each and every time! How-"
Tromell held up a hand, halting LeBlanc's trek. "You have no place in this decision. It is for Zarinia to decide- alone."
Anger pooled in the sphere hunter's brown orbs. "You might have a hold over Rinny, but you have none over me."
The old man chuckled. "I wouldn't be be so bold."
"Wha-" LeBlanc's sentence was cut short. A faint glow engulfed the Guado's hand, and in the next instance, LeBlanc was on the ground, hands clutching her chest.
Rikku, having been completely dumbfounded, lurched into action. Dropping to her knees, she tried to calm the writhing blond. No attack had surrounded; no wounds appeared on her body. But her action's suggested that she had just been stabbed with a thousand spikes. Fear gripped Rikku. "What are you doing!" she demanded, her swirls darting between LeBlanc and the Guado. She gripped the blonde's shoulder in an attempt to ease her pain. It didn't work. "Stop!"
Zarinia felt absolute terror spread through her. This! This was what she wanted to prevent. Her Master knew the arts of chi; he could dismantle you from the inside out! The only way to fight against the ancient magic was to equip yourself with supportive white magic. She wished she had studied more of the art. Though she knew she would do little good, Zarinia still started towards the blond that had tried so hard to befriend her. Tromell's voice rang out and quickly stopped her.
"Choose, Zarinia. Fight with me, or against me!"
"Master, please! Stop this! We don't-"
"Quickly, my dear." The glow intensified; LeBlanc groaned and grasped at her chest.
Zarinia knew what she had to do. She didn't want to, but she had to. It was the only way she could save her.. friends. Quickly, before she could rethink her decision, she moved to the old Guado's side. He smiled, though, in Zarinia's opinion, the gesture did not reach his eyes.
"I knew you would make the right choice." Withdrawing his hand, Tromell folded his arms, large sleeves covering up his clasped hands.
On the ground, LeBlanc drew in deep, ragged breaths. The immense pain was subsiding, though know a different hurt resided. "Rinny..." Raising her head, she focused on the ebony-haired woman beside the Guado. Meeting her remorseful orbs, LeBlanc cut her sentence short. There was something in her expression that told the blond not to question her. Regaining her strength and moving to her feet, she realized what the huntress had done- Zarinia had saved her. LeBlanc only hoped her realization didn't play across her face. Obviously, Zarinia had her reasons for what she was doing, and, strangely, LeBlanc still trusted her.
Rikku jumped up along with the sphere hunter, steadying her with a supportive arm. Following LeBlanc's gaze, Rikku, too, saw the same thing in Zarinia's eyes- hidden agenda. And it appeared as though Tromell was her target. But only the two blonds could see it. Everyone else suddenly found their tongues.
And their weapons.
"That's it! I refuse to be a fool again." Auron hefted up his swords, Yuna and Lulu following suit.
"No more."
"We must finish this."
Tromell chuckled, calmly shaking his head. "Well, then. Let us begin."
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It felt as though they had been running for hours, when in reality it had only been thirty minutes. Had they not encountered a pair of Dingos, Tidus was confident that they would have been at the temple fifteen minutes ago. They had been forced to waist time, and now he was more than a little upset. Yuna might need him, and he wasn't there to protect her..
Finally, the make-shift wedding chapel came into view. Tidus wanted to whoop with joy. They had made it, and it appeared as though all was still. Turning to his comrades, he declared, "It's just up ahead!" with a happy smile.
"It's 'bout time, ya?"
"Jeez, I thought we'd never reach it!"
"Agreed, Ormi. Agreed."
The men slowed their gait to a walk, all rather worn-out from the run. As they each collected their breath and double checked their weapons (just in case), Brother continued to push ahead of them, his facial expression clearly showing his worry. The men shared a curious look, Brother's concern mounting on top of their own.
"What's up, Brother?" Tidus followed after the Al Bhed, catching his breath far from his mind. His grip tightened on the hilt of his Brotherhood. "You see something I don't?"
"Too quite, yes?" Brother's hand self-consciously traveled to his claw. He pulled the strap. "The animals...They are not making a sound."
"He has a point." Wakka joined the duo, his blitzball tucked securely under his arm.
Logos switched the safety off from one of his guns. "A very good one."
"Yeah." Placing his shield out before him, Ormi trotted after his team. "We's should quiet down, too. Element of surprise, eh?"
The men nodded in agreement. Clustered together, they moved as stealthily as possible towards the temple. Inching past a grove of trees, their view of the temple improved, and they could see the entire frontal area of the building. Charred remains of what was once a group of bushes smoldered quietly. Immediately, the men surveyed the entire area. When nothing turned up, they grew alarmed.
"What happened?"
"Where are they?"
"I dunno, ya?"
"Yuna..she said she would..meet us here."
"Look at this!"
Four heads turned towards the gunner, no longer standing near the entrance but top of the wide, stone banister. He pointed toward the grass on the other side. "Foot prints."
The men scrambled towards the location. Peering between and above each other, the prints jumped right out at them. Many foot prints.
"..How many are there?" Tidus queried.
"I see Lu's and Yuna's..."
Brother pointed to a patch. "Rikku's, too."
The men scrutinized the prints, trying to figure out who was who in the jumble of dirt. Not only did they overlap each other, but some parts of the ground was soft and the prints were so smudged you can barely tell they were shoe marks. One particular section caught Logos' attention, and he hopped down off of the railing and sauntered over to the patch of dried dirt and grass. Bending at his knees, he studied the ground. Immediately his face dropped and his shoulders stiffened.
"What's up, buddy?" Ormi stepped across the low railing. Having known his partner for years, he could easily sense his discomfort. The other men, still trying to decipher the prints, looked up. "You's find somethin'?"
Logos nodded, his emotions masked. "Look. Boss' prints travel from here," his finger drew an imaginary line from the cluster of prints, "to here." It ended on a area of bent grass and shuffled dirt. "It looks like she was struggling."
"But with what?" Tidus spread his arms, gesturing about the surrounding area. Nothing was out of place, save the disturbed spot of earth. "There are no signs of magic or swords."
"I don't know." Standing, Logos' traveled to his other gun. "But I highly doubt she plopped down on the ground and rolled about."
" 'Ey, guys, check this out."
Turning away from the alarming patch of dirt, the gunner, shield-wielder, and blond blitzer scurried over the the red-head and Al Bhed. When they saw what had the two men stirred up, the felt a bubble of hope rise in their chest.
"A trail."
"It lead's towards the beach, ya?"
Tidus glanced away from the stream of foot prints and pointed towards a grove of trees. "We can use that for cover. That way, if something is happening, we'll have the opportunity to surprise the enemy."
Each man nodded.
"All right, then. Let's go."
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Rikku threw up her claw, deflecting a hardy swing, supplied by the Zarinia. The woman at the other end of the sword threw all of her weight into the weapon, breaking through Rikku's defense. Her sword grazed the blond's shoulder. The Al Bhed didn't seem to notice. She had been trading blows with Zarinia for nearly fifteen minutes. The battle that had started out beside the temple had progressed behind it and onto a stretch of very secluded beach.
Tossing aside Zarinia's sword, Rikku muttered, "Kinda close, don'tcha think?"
"Sorry." The huntress thrust her blade towards the blond. "We must it look believable."
As soon as the others had secluded Tromell a few yards away, Zarinia had confessed her plan to Rikku- her plan on saving them. Rikku had decided that it was to dangerous for Zarinia to attempt alone. Tromell was much too strong. So, the Al Bhed had tweaked the plan- she would play along and join Zarinia when she decided to strike. So far, Rikku had only managed to slip this new to LeBlanc, though she assumed the others would follow suit when they saw Zarinia attacking her 'master'.
The two women continued to swap blows, never doing anything more than scratch the other with their weapons. Auron and the other three women, however, were not fairing nearly as well.
Tromell was powerful. 'Powerful' might even be an understatement. Though Yuna and LeBlanc had cast their strongest supportive spells, and the old Guado was having a difficult time using his chi technique, Tromell still had magical power that not even Lulu possessed. Not only was he strong, but his defense was exceptional. Swords and spells seemed to ricochet of the old man. Yet he could stop them by merely raising his hand.
"Don't be so foolish. You cannot harm me." Tromell chuckled, throwing up shield after shield, his power never wavering. "I have longed for this day for years; you think I would fall so easily?"
Auron growled in frustration. His strikes were barely causing bruises! "Don't be so confident!" Rushing forward, he threw all of his weight into his attack. His sword barely penetrated skin. But it did cause a crimson streak to appear, which was better than nothing. It looked as though the Guado was finally weakening.
Seeing a small opening, the mages adder their own attacks: blizzard, fire, earth. Tromell stumbled, but remained upright, a smirk on his aging lips.
"I expected nothing less from you all; you ended Master Seymour." He placed a hand to the wound Auron had caused. Pulling his finger back, he studied the liquid. "I, on the other hand..." Slowly, Tromell ascended into the air. "I will not go down so easily."
Auron watched the Guado in utter disbelieve. He felt like throwing down his Masamune in defeat. He had only been engaged in this battle for a short while, and already he was winded. Tromell looked as though he could go on for hours. And now the old man was hovering over the ground. Not an ideal situation for the warrior.
"How...How do you do that!" Yuna demanded, staff clutched to her chest. She was a strong mage. Lulu was even stronger in the field of black magic. Neither woman could float!
Tromell smirked. "Oh, it is very simple. If one is to set their mind to something, everything becomes possible. It's as easy as manipulating gravity and air. Unseen forces are the most powerful of weapons." Proving his words held truth, he summoned a minor gravity spell, forcing the group to the ground. "Simple, no?"
Pausing in their battle a few feet away, Zarinia and Rikku watched Tromell with a measure fear and shock. His back turned, the Guado failed to see his 'ally' speak hurriedly with Rikku. In the next instance, Rikku's claw was buried in the back of Tromell's leg.
"Solid weapons work just as well, no?"
Tromell's attention riveted to Rikku. The wound she caused was mild, but her arrogance was reprehensible. Yet before he could so much as raise his hand, Zarinia tackled the AL Bhed to the ground. Seeing that Rikku had her hands full, Tromell returned to his previous targets, magic spell already forming. He was met with mass of energy and nearly lost his leverage.
"Fools!" Balls of fire flashed to life. "You'll soon regret that!" He hurled the heat towards the mages.
Rikku and Zarinia could see none of the exchange. The Al Bhed was on her back, 'struggling' Zarinia. The huntress' blade was at her neck, and their brawl looked very believable. Had Rikku not been aware of Zarinia's true intentions, she would be concerned for her well-being. But knowing the truth, she focused on convincing Tromell that the act was real. The duo was so engrossed with 'fight' that they failed to notice the flash of red charging towards them. No less than two seconds later, Rikku found herself without a sparring partner.
"What the-" Zarinia felt herself being pulled to her feet and then flat on her backside. Stunned, she blinked rapidly, unable to realize what had just occurred. Before her vision fully cleared, she could feel cold steel at her neck.
"I had truly hoped that it wouldn't come to this."
Her eyes widened with understanding. Auron's sword was at her neck. Springing to her feet with a speed she wasn't aware she possessed, she scrambled for her sword, which had been dropped in her fall. Hoisting up the weapon, she turned, prepared to defend herself. Auron's sword pressed into her side before she even completed her circle. Fear trickled into her system. He had no idea of her desire to save them. He was going to kill her.
"I don't want to do this, but...I have to protect the ones I love. I am sorry, Zarinia..."
She closed her eyes. His weapon cut into her skin. She didn't even have the opportunity to apologize...
"...Forgive me..."
Zarinia bit down on her lip. This was it. This was her end. Funny. In all of her wildest dreams, she would have never pictured Aurrie as her grim reaper. She waited for the pain that she knew would come. Dreaded it, but expected it. It felt as though an eternity was passing by. Weird. She had always assumed death would be swift. A sudden shadow swept by her, and Zarinia's eyes snapped open. The sight that greeted her was strangly soothing- Auron was suddenly preoccupied with LeBlanc, who was pointing towards Tromell, a look of concern sketched on her face.
"Look, Auron! He's forming some sort of...some sort of huge ball of energy! They need you're help! I'll handle Zarinia."
Auron looked between LeBlanc and Tromell, seeming momentarily torn. That feeling quickly passed, however, and her shot of towards the old Guado with a parting nod. Zarinia couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. The breath of reprieve quickly turned into a startled cry when LeBlanc tossed a minor blizzard spell her way.
"W-what are you doing?"
"I'm keeping you alive!" Unfurling her fan with a snap, LeBlanc extended her arm, the fan framing her face. "So let's make this short and sweet! Your boss is pulling some crazy stunts."
Zarinia hefted up her weapon. "So I heard. How are you all faring?" She stepped into battle, and the two began circling and parring.
"We're alive. Barely. He seems to have no weak spot." LeBlanc dodged the tip of the blade and offered a punch of her own. In such close vicinity, her spells were nearly useless.
Zarinia took the blow and retaliated. "He is very strong. But he is not without vault. If we can wear down his stamina, the his magic will grow weaker. That is when we must strike."
"But he's wearing us out!"
"You said Brother alerted you of my...situation earlier, correct? Well, I'm sure he'll arrive with help soon. We just have to wait for them. Trust me. We can do this."
LeBlanc contemplated Zarinia's words. Trust her. LeBalnc had decided she could long ago. With a quick nod, the duo jumped into their battle, no longer speaking, simply 'fighting' and tossing worried glances towards Tromell and the others. At the first sign of trouble, both women were prepared to drop their façade and run to the rescue. Though it looked like they were holding their own against the Guado. Tromell was hurling elemental attacks; Auron and Rikku were striking at every opportunity; Yuna and Lulu were tossing in their own spells. Both sides seemed to be doing damage and looked capable of continuing on their own.
Nearly fifteen minutes elapsed. Each group continued to go round and round, and each groups' energy began to wane. And though Tromell was beginning to show signs of slight fatigue, the others were experiencing a bit more lack of energy- it was apparent in their delayed reactions. Seeing her new allies in distress, LeBlanc paused in her own battle.
"They need help."
Zarinia nodded. "Go. I'll follow in a few moments and pull you aside once more. Tromell isn't weak enough. If I join you all now..." She hated to imagine the scene. If Tromell realized her true intentions, she knew he would grow angry- and his anger would result in power. His power could very well result in the destruction of everyone.
LeBlanc shook her head, understanding the huntress' plight. Without another word, she sprinted forward, prepared to to assault the old man from behind. She forced herself to concentrate on an attack as she ran, and as she neared the Guado, she knew her spell would hit its mark. The word was on the tip of her tongue, and as she positioned herself, she couldn't help but grin. This would hurt him. Wind sphere. An earth and air attack. Mounds of hard earth forming with unseen air. It was one of her most deadly attacks.
Yet before her attack was able to be unleashed, a series of gun shots rang out, slicing through the night air with defining sound.
Instinctively, LeBlanc dropped to her knees, fear gripping her heart. A horrible vision filtered through her mind- Tromell holding a gun, the machinia aimed right at her. When no pain ripped through her body, however, the terror slowly ebbed away. Tentatively, she raised her head. The sight that greeted her fully erased the panic.
The back up had arrived.
Apparently, those gun shots had been supplied by her gunner, not the Guado. And the bullets must hit their mark; Tromell was on the sand and receiving every bit that he had dished out. LeBlanc recollected her wits and stumbled to her feet, prepared to aid her comrades. Yet before she could so much as raise an arm, she felt a pair of hands grasp her shoulders.
"Boss! Why were on the ground? Did I- I didn't- Are you hurt?"
Bewilderment clouded LeBlanc's mind as her gunner's fingers bit into her shoulder. His rambling didn't help the matter. "I-I'm fine, Love." Prying his hands away, LeBlanc's gaze flickered from Logos to Tromell. The old Guado was still lying on the sand, yet despite all of the attacks, he still looked as though he could withstand many more. LeBlanc knew she was needed, and she yearned to assist her teammates, but as her gaze traveled back to her gunner, her flight stopped. "Logos, love, what is the matter?" Something in his eyes kept her glued to her spot. The urgency of the situation momentarily escaped her.
"You were on the ground, and there was this spot by the temple, I.." His hands were again on her shoulder. "I thought that perhaps you were hurt. That maybe I had- maybe my range was off and-"
LeBlanc grabbed the hands resting on her shoulders. "Love, your aim is never off." She offered him a reassuring smile. "And we need to put that to good use. We're needed-" Her sentence was abruptly cut-off. Her eyes widened as she looked past her gunner and towards her team. Tromell was no longer on the ground- he was once again in the air. Wasting no more time, LeBlanc said nothing, she simply tugged on Logos' arm and ran towards the Guado. As she ran, she focused on a spell to put the Guado back in his place. She continued her concentration even as Tromell began to speak.
"Foolish Legends. You truly think that will hurt me? That was pathetic!" Tromell gazed at the winded group before him. Yuna, Lulu, Rikku, Auron, Wakka, Tidus, Ormi and Brother. Eight individuals against one man. And though he was dripping crimson on the sand, he felt little pain. The people before him, however, were torn; half looked ready for more while the other side looked as though they were about ready to throw in the towel. A cynical smile played on his lips. He would make them all wish that they had given up years ago- before they had hurt Master Seymour.
"Pathetic? Then get back here on the ground!" Tidus taunted, throwing his fist in the air. "I'll show you just how 'pathetic' I am!"
"Oh, no need for a demonstration, I assure you." Extending his arm, Tromell formed a fist, intending for the act to place Tidus in the same situation LeBlanc had been in earlier. To his dismay, however, the blond blitzer remained upright, a smug brow in the air.
"What? You got a cramp, old man?"
With a snarl, Tromell summoned a tidal wave of water, drenching Tidus. "Do not mock me!" Though the Summoner had shielded the blond from his chi techniques, she could not protect him from this: "Thunder!"
Jagged streaks of deadly lightning shot from the heavens and moved right towards Tidus. Soaked to the bone, Tromell knew the damage would be double. A smirk played across his aged features. His magic was stronger than any man's on Spira.
"NulShock!"
The smirk left him as a shield sprang up around Tidus, negating the effects of Tromell's spell. The Guado hissed with anger. That would have shut that blond up! Rage boiled within him. He was growing sick of this game. Now that they were all here, he might as well kill them all with one hit!
"Fools..." With a shake of his head, Tromell ascended higher, lifting his head and spreading his arms. A dark glow hovered around his form; a sinister smirk flashed through his eyes. "I grow tired of this." The glow intensified, and a mass of energy began to form in his hand. Elements were hurled at him and a blitzball flew the air; a simple shield blocked each one. A laugh escaped the old Guado. Oh, how easy this was...
"Wind sphere!"
"Russian roulette!"
A storm of air and rock sailed into Tromell from behind, a string of bullets following shortly after. Pain- true, genuine hurt- coursed though him. He had been so bent on destroying the ones in front of him that he had completely forgotten to duo behind him. The attacks nearly caused him to loose his leverage on his targets, but he swiftly gained control of the gravity before he collided with the rough sand. Trying his best to shake of his hurt, Tromell turned slightly, the anger in his eyes very prominent.
"And what, may I ask, was that?"
LeBlanc and Logos came to sliding halt behind the Guado. LeBlanc brandished her fan like a blade, her stance confirming that she was just as upset as the Guado. "The beginning of your end."
Despite the dull ache in his back, Tromell chuckled. "Oh, of course. But, you see, my question was directed at the gunner. And so I repeat myself: What kind of an attack was that? Is that thing loaded with blanks?" Tromell expected sarcasm. He expected anger. After all, he was trying to rile the gunner. But he never expected honestly, which was exactly what he was given.
"Those particular bullets are, in fact, 'blanks'. If you choose to see it as such."
"Is that so?" More attacks were delivered from the main line, but Tromell easily deflected them. His main focus was on the gunner, and he wanted too hear the man's answer. Judging by the gleam in his green eyes, it would be worth Tromell's time.
"You see, I see them as 'silent' killers."
Another laugh floated through the night air. "Oh hoh. Brilliant. And why is that?"
"Because though they do not contain lead, once they're in your body they secrete this chemical that wears down one's defenses. They dismantle you from the inside out." Logos' eyes narrowed. "Sound familiar?"
Tromell's smile slipped from his lips. So. It appeared as though they knew of Zarinia's plight. If that was so, did she, too, figure out his ingenious plan? Was she playing him for a fool right this very second? His anger rekindled. Well, if that was the case, then he would take them all out! And he would start with the smug gunner.
"Enough if this!" He pointed a bony finger towards the tall man, his smile back in place as an idea formed. Had this man not ran to his beloved boss the moment he had stepped onto the battlefield? If so, he was completely vulnerable to Tromell's ancient magic. "You have bit of more than you can chew, boy."
Logos leveled his gun on the Guado. "Oh, please. Spare me."
Though the gunner's words were spoken in defiance, Tromell's grin grew. "Oh, not today." His hand began to emit the familiar blue glow. Though Logos knew nothing of what was to come, LeBlanc did. Her eyes widened in fear, yet before she could so much as utter a word, Logos had dropped to his knees, hand clutching at his neck.
Dropping his weapon, Logos struggled to catch his breath. He had no idea what had just transpired. One moment he was prepared to empty his gun on Tromell, the next he was on the ground, gasping for air, pain coursing throughout his body. It was as though an invisible hand was squeezing his throat while other unseen forces attacked him from the inside, ripping apart his every muscle and bone. He couldn't even cry out for help.
"What was that you said? 'Spare me'?" Tromell tightened his fist, pulling and twisting. "Ask once more. I just might change my mind."
"Let 'im go!"
Ormi's shield went sailing through the air, but was swiftly knocked down with another shield. Others joined the syndicate member, spells and round objects flying towards the Guado, yet nothing hit their mark; Tromell was still too strong. He could focus his full attention on Logos and still block other attacks. But he only had two arms, and while he was busy defending himself, it gave Yuna and LeBlanc a change to cast some protective barriers of their own on the gunner. And though it slackened the damage, Tromell's still kept his hold intact; because he had already established a hold, the only way to break it was to severe the flow of concentration.
"I-it's not helping!" Absolute panic seized LeBlanc's heart. She had cast her spells. Yuna had assisted her. It had worked before, but now it seemed to do little more than prolong his suffering. She had already dropped to her knees and was already holding her gunner's hand in an attempt to soothe him, yet nothing was coming of that. Her spells were just as useless. The only one that could help Logos now was the man who was doing this to him. LeBlanc knew what she had to do. The thought made her want to rip out her own tongue, but if it was to save her own...she was already on her knees, anways...
"Tromell!" The word didn't come out nearly as forceful as she would have liked it to. In fact, it sounded nothing short of a plead. In truth, that's was exactly what it was. "Tromell, please...just..." The hand gripping hers tightened. She could feel Logos' disapproval of what she was about to do, but she could do nothing else. It was the only option she had left. "Please..please, stop!"
"Oh, come now. You can't have your treasured leader do your work for you!" Tromell's hold increased. Just a few more minutes, and he would be rid of one of his targets..."Speak up!" Caught up in his desire to finish off one of his problems- consumed with the power of holding a man's life in his hands- Tromell forgot one very important person.
Zarinia.
It quickly turned into the one mistake Tromell would sorely regret. Right when he had every person where he wanted them- right when he felt like his power rivaled that of a god- was when his ally decided to strike
"Flare!"
It took a moment for the old Guado's mind to register the voice. He was so consumed with toying with Logos, his mind was far from anything else. Yet when flames sprung up around him, Tromell's attention was jerked from the gunner and thrown to Zarinia. Suddenly, her voice clicked; he summoned a counter attack. It did little good, and her spell cut through his like a hot knife through butter. Abashed by by the swift turn of events- and the burning sensation coursing through his body- Tromell was left defenseless. Dazed and bleeding, his lost his leverage and fell to sand below. Time seemed to stand still for the Guado.
Everyone else roared to life.
Logos gathered as much air as possible with his boss suddenly smothering him. Yuna boosted up her comrades with nearly every stat-increasing spell she knew in preparations for the battle that was surely to ensure. Auron and Tidus hefted up their swords, Lulu and Wakka shared nods of determination, and brother and sister shared a smile that said they knew Zarinia would help them all along. While the battle-hardened group charged forward, prepared to end the tiresome battle, Zarinia merely stood rooted to her spot, her sword hanging limply at her side.
What... had she done? Her master...the one man that had taken her in when no one else had...the one person who had cared for her and taught her how to defend herself...She had just...She had signed his death certificate...
...But had he not signed her new found friends'?
A whirlwind of emotion surged within the huntress. She felt guilty for betraying her master- despite the fact that she had decided to turn her back to him hours before- and the thought of feeling remorse for her master brought torrents of guilt towards her newly acquired allies. She was a failure either way. The fatigue from earlier swept over her once again and Zarinia was very tempted just to give into it and lie down. She had helped Rikku and the others- her goal was accomplished. What else had she left to do?
With a slight shake of her head, Zarinia glanced up, surveying the battle before her. The thought of giving in slowly drained away. Though Tromell was injured, he wasn't surrendering. Even with his wounds and without his leverage, the Guado was faring well; for every attack he received, he was giving right back. Every one engaged combat looked drained. All looked as though the battle was zapping their strength. Yet each one held a look of determination and no one appeared prepared to forfeit.
Swords sunk into flesh; spells were flashing all about; shields and blitzballs were flying. Shouts and cries were echoed, some from anger and some from pain. All moved as though synchronized. One side moved, the other retaliated. Silver flashed, gun shots were fired, and crimson dripped. Trance like, Zarinia watched it all. And in the process, she realized what she must do. She couldn't just stand by idly and watch her teammates suffer. She would not let them be hurt.
And she would not feel a shred of guilt for assisting them.
Advancing towards the Guado, Zarinia raised her sword. She would finsh this...She would end this all and take back her life! Charging forward, blade outstretched, Zarinia knew what she must do. Still, felt her eyes close and her teeth grind as the horrible feeling of steel meeting flesh entered her senses. She heard her master's startled yelp. A flicker of remorse coursed through her, but she pushed it aside swiftly and compensated by pressing her sword deeper. To her dismay, however, she was met with resistance. Snapping her eyes open, Zarinia looked up sharply. She was met with the icy gold gaze of Tromell.
"You little wench."
Sucking in her breath, Zarinia removed her sword. Or tried. Her master's hand was fastened tightly around the steel. Blood seeped down his hand as the blade cut into his flesh. He didn't seem to notice. His other hand was raised in the air, forestalling the other's attacks. Anger poured from his entire being. Zarinia was suddenly cotton-mouthed and paralyzed.
"I knew you would do this. I knew it! I knew you were much to soft, to easily persuaded." Tromell's words grew harder and harder. His wounds seemed to be as far from his mind as the east was from the west. His body began to rise from the sand once again. He released his hold one her sword, black beginning to form around around his hand. "I regret that I pitied you- second-guessed myself for choosing you."
Choosing me? Before Zarinia could contemplate the words, gun shots rang out, followed by a blur of blue and a whirl of silver.
Tromell jerked his gaze from Zarinia to the three men that dared to interrupt him. The bullets tore through his flesh, the shield and blitzball smacked into him painfully. Tromell ignored the hurt, ignored the numerous gashes and bruises covering his body. Flames seemed to dance in his cold eyes. "Do not-" he sent a ball of gravity hurling towards the men- "get in my way!" He flung his gaze back towards Zarinia.
"You," the Guado continued, "really are the perfect host. You have served your purpose, and now you will perish. I will not wait for the spell to take effect; I shall do it myself!"
What in Yevon's name...? Zarinia's mind seemed to ticking in slow motion. What was the Guado jabbering about? Spell? Host? Death? It all made absolutely no sense! But one thing did stand clear: Tromell's hand was glowing black, and his eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits. Instinct told her to run, but her feet were unresponsive logs glued to the sand. The ebony surrounding Tromell's hand intensified and, seconds later, a mass of energy was flung in her direction. Knowing she had waited too long to flee, Zarinia merely closed her eyes in anticipation of what was to come. At least she had helped her allies. With Tromell spending his energy so freely...well, perhaps they could take advantage of it...
"Shield!"
"Barrier!"
A warmth surrounded her. Zarinia's eye flew open. The sphere of energy collided with her, but the attack simply knocked her off her feet and caused a minor sting to spread through her. LeBlanc and Yuna. The huntress' gaze snapped to the two women. They had saved her. Again.
Tromell released an angry snarl. "Why do you people insist on forestalling the inevitable!" Though his words were said with venom, his state was weakening. His wounds bleed freely and each of his attacks consumed massive amounts of energy. The angrier he became, the more blows he delivered. In a sense, he was only hurting himself. Yuna and LeBlanc supported their team; Tromell didn't even bother with healing.
"Just give up, old man!" Tidus bellowed, sword at the ready. Though he had his own injures, the blond was quite confident in his ability to overcome this challenge. "You're outnumbered!"
"Yes. But you are clearly out-skilled!" Another mass of energy was flung towards the group. It struck home, all stumbled. But to Tromell's dismay, none remained on the ground. His fury reached a new height. His mind barely registered the attacks of elements and bullets aimed his way. The new wounds poured crimson openly. Tromell seemed to feel no pain. His hatred fueled him, and he felt nothing.
"Why do you not die?" He cried, the words tearing from his throat. He threw more attacks. All were seemingly received with a shrug. More steel and spells tore into his body. He felt numb. "You took my Lord from me!" The Guado suddenly cried, more masses of energy flying from his hands. "That boy was like my child! And you killed him; ripped him out from beneath me!" He was blind to the fact that most of his attacks missed. "You expect me to surrender to you?" A scoff. "Never."
The Guado's words momentarily quelled the battle. Every one paused. Swords raised, hands in the air, arm outstretched; everyone simply stopped moving. Memories of the past sailed through each person's mind. Yes, they had killed the Maester Seymour, but they had been presented with no other option. They had regretted it- they didn't relish in the fact that they had killed. But nothing could be done. It had passed. It had already occurred. It couldn't be reversed.
Still, Seymour's death was not a valid reason to commit murders of his own. Shedding more blood would not bring back the one he loved. When the group voiced this, the Guado chuckled.
"You think I am not aware of that? I assure you, I am. And I care not for others. Where does that get you? No where. I desire one thing and one thing only: revenge for my master. And I will be granted that."
"Stop this, Tromell. Stop this foolishness and surrender." Zarinia couldn't keep the words from her lips. Though she loathed this man- hated what he had turned her into- she did not want to see him perish. Yet her words fell on deaf ears. The old Guado merely smiled.
"I would rather die."
The battle commenced once more. Though it lasted only minutes. Tromell's injured swiftly caught up with him. The pain that had eluded him swept over his body, and he felt himself faltering. His leverage was lost, and he fell to the sand. Still, he struggled, and tossed out more spells. None hit their marks. His breathing slowed, his feet stumbled. He could feel his life slowly seep from him. He knew that trying to hold onto it was futile. He didn't care. He would fight until no life was left in him. But, to his utter disgust, no one stepped forward to finish him. No one offered him a sword, or a bullet, or a spell. The things that had been assaulting him for hours was no longer touching him at all. All stood before him solemnly, looks of exhaustion and remorse covering their faces.
Not a single person looked proud.
Despite knowing his fate- despite knowing that death was waiting just around the corner- Tromell chuckled. These people would never understand his goal. These people would never understand the pain and hurt they had caused him. Pity didn't bring back people from the grave. Remorse for killing didn't erase the soul-crushing pain other's felt. They would never understand. And they would never realize what fools they were for not ending his life seconds before.
Because if he was going to die, he was taking somebody with him.
Using the last of his strength, the last ounce of power within him, Tromell formed an orb of energy. He put all of his being into the attack. He knew the consequence was immediate death. It no longer mattered. Softly, so that only he could hear, he mutter, "For you... my Maester..." The attack was unleashed. Who it hit, he did not know- did not care. He was no longer of this hideous world. Perhaps he would finally be reunited with the one they had tore from him...
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Rikku watched on in complete awe. It was over. The battle was won. Tromell was on the sandy beach, bleeding and dying. Though she wished she could breath a sigh of relief, she couldn't. He was...a pitiful old man. Drove to madness because of his grief. She condoned him in no way, yet she still felt regret for the Gaudo. She hated winning- always had. She was thankful to be alive, but the price of her life was always paid with the death of another. Rikku never had enjoyed battle. She hated it all.
Especially the silence that always followed.
"Rikku! Move!"
Her eyes snapped from the ground. The quiet atmosphere was shattered. Rikku quickly realized why. Tromell had unleashed one last desperate attack. And the energy was headed straight towards her. Fear washed over her. She had not expected that. No one had. No one was prepared for it. Instinctively, she raised her arms, shielding herself. She knew it would do little good, and the attack would still strike her...
A blur of red flew past her and suddenly blocked her view. Immediately, recognition flooded her mind. She knew without a shadow of doubt who the person was. Of course Auron would play the protector. She wanted to scream at him to just get out of the way. She didn't want to see him fall before her eyes; she would rather take to blow herself. She reach out hand to grasp the familiar threads of his cloak and haul him out of the way, but before she get a sturdy hold, another person came into view, stopping in front of Auron and holding out their own hands.
Rikku's mind whirled. What in the wold was happening? She was unable to contemplate the situation. In the next instance she found herself on the ground, dazed and confused, but free from pain. Fear still clutched at her heart, however; was Auron all right? Who had moved to shield him? To her, it seemed like time was ticking by in slow motion. In reality, she was off the ground and surveying the scene in seconds.
"Auron! Auron, are you okay?" She pressed her hand into his, green orbs roving over every inch of his body, looking for discolored skin or broken bones. Relief washed over her. He was fine. Hand still in his, Rikku turned her attention to the person who had moved to protect her warrior. Her savior was no longer on the ground, but back on their feet, albeit shakily. Rikku felt her eyes widen in surprise.
Zarinia. Zarinia had moved to protect them.
Moving to stand herself, Rikku stared silently at the huntress. Zarinia had..she had taken the blow intended for herself and Auron. And she was back on her feet, looking as though nothing at all was wrong with her. Rikku knew that attack was meant to seriously injure- perhaps even kill- them. And yet...Zarinia stood?
Finally finding her voice, Rikku stepped forward, holding out a hand. "Zarinia? Zarinia, are you all right?"
The huntress trembled as she stood. Looking towards Rikku, she smiled, ebony eyes unusually dull. "I...I am so glad you are safe..."
And with that said, she collapsed to the sand.
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A/n: OhDearGod! I am done! I cannot believe I finally finished it! Well, the chapter at least. Last chapter isn't until next time. ...Again, I am so sorry for taking so long. To help make up for my negligence, I will start to work on the last chapter immediately following this one. I hope I've not lost all you guys as reviewers. You know I heart you all.
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Again, so sorry. Hope this chapter was acceptable. I've encountered a bit of writer's block, so some parts were forced. Hope it didn't seem that way. Please leave me a line. Feel free to gripe all you want!