Blood.
Endless treams of blood seamed to flow on the main street. Only two parties were left now, as militia had thrown in their lot with one of the sides. On one side you had the Galbadian military, the Knights of the Round Table and the 'SeeDs' On the other side were the GAMMA, the young revolutionaries and the Mooncult. Loyalists had stopped fighting or had joined one of the parties. Squall was leading. He grimaced. Some people followed him because the general trusted him, some because Rinoa trusted him and some because he was a SeeD. Eventhough he had tried to explain to them that he had resigned they had decided that if he was good enough to get trough the exams he was SeeD enough for them. He had searched for Rinoa and had found her, with more than three hunderd knight. They stood side by side by the Galbadian soldiers, looking with paranoid gazes at them. Angelo had been there too, with his long hairs dripping with blood, but mostly on his jaws and mostly of others. It had takenquite a while for RInoa to convince him not to attack the knights. It had taken her also time to convinc ethe knights not to atatck Angelo. When Squall had asked how Angelo could escape the house of her friends Rinoa had shaken her head sadly. The only reason she hadn't cried was because she was drained and way to busy.
The battle had started small, with both sides sending in reinforcements untill it had been clear it would be the decisive battle. Squall looked at the presidential palace. It was eriously damaged. It could be called a miracle that it was still standing. He decapitated a Cultist, but was hit in the shoulder by an arrow.He cursed. He was letting his attention slip. But he was tired. He had hoped to get some rest after the honeymoon, and untill now he had gotten 5 days with little sleep and a whole night of fighting. And curaga's healed, but they drew energy. A shadowy beast sliced at Squall's side and ripped open the skin. Squall grunted and ran the beast trough, dodging the Thundaga it casted while dying. Keep your head on the fighting Squall! He felt how he was losing blood way to fast so brought his head to the helm. Only three Curaga's left. He pulled out the arrow lodged in his shoulder and casted. The pain faded, but Squall felt his mind and body growing tired. He dashed forward again, cutting another sewer dwelling monster clean in two. Something fell on his head. It was a Zubat, with charachteristic wound of Rinoa's shooting star. He cut down another Cultist and risked a look behind his back. Rinoa was standing there, shootinh her shooting star, casting a spell and catching the star as it came back. While every break of the front that attacked her met with the best fighters the knights, her well aimed shots made her a prime target of spells and projectiles. If it wasn't for the human shield of the knights she would have been long dead. Squall turned back. He noticed his battleline was slowly moving back and took a few steps also. They were losing.
He suddenly felt a stomp against the side of his helm. Someone with a sling had homed in on him. Lucky he wore that helmet. He casted a blizzaga on the shooter and inmediately focused on the battle again. The 'SeeD' next to him fell down with a trident trough his chest. Squall took advantadge of the man's lack of defense and slit his throat, but was than hit himself with a mace. He grunted and took a slice at the man but his attack merely shattered the shield the man carries. He than felt a sting as a slender woman scratched him with a knife. He felt the wound burning. Poison. He knew he had an antidote in his pockets, but there was no time to use it. He ran the woman through while holding the hand of the man carrying the mace with his other hand. The other hand of the man, now empty, didn't waste time however and hit Squall in the face. Squall released his grip, the mace was raised and than dropped as a soldier slid his sword between the man's ribs. Other men came too however, and Squall felt the poison weakening him. This was not good. He suddenly heard Rinoa yell. But couldn't clearly hear what it was because of the sound of battle. He than noticed a strange feeling looking up he saw Angelo hovering in front of the moon. That was one of the strangge things with that dog. Squall didn't know whether the dog was magical itself or it just reacted with Rinoa's sorceress power, but he felt his own body shimering. An axeswipe at him passed right trough him. Squall looked to his left. The Galbadian soldier looked just as amazed at the sabre trough his stomach as the man holding the sabre. Squall hurriedly took the antidote bottle and gulped it down. The posson receded. He'd have to make the most of this. Angelo landed next to him and flew the axeman at the throat, weapons and magic having as little effect on hima s they had on Squall. Squall started carving up enemies too, inmensely consentrating on going all out offensive. The soldier understood what was happening and started too. As the other line understood what was happening they sslowly started to retreat. Squall advanced and cut down people as they were trying to move back. Squall didn't take notice of them being human, let alone their willingness to fight. They were enemies. The Galbadian soldier clearly had a harder time. The whole enemy battleline was receding now, as many soldiers were outflanked because of the hole. Squall ran forward now, killing two with every stap, and soon reached the group of archers where he saw the lumps of ice that once were the guy with the sling. Some people didn't grasp what was going on and tried to attack him, but he cut them down. A scream held Squall's attention. The Galbadian soldier had burst into flames and scremed until a bullet put him out of his misery. They had run out of invincibility. Squall started to retreat to his lines, but was rapidly surrounded. He cursed. Never leave your battleline or you'll be surrounded as fat as the enemy will kill you once you are. First lesson of fighting in ranks. He had fought in small groups too much. Angelo growled too. Though few soldiers dared to approach the dog, that now looked more like Cerberus than his usual 'good dog' The blood probably had something to do with that. Still the dog had been wounded too. Squall brought his hand to his helm. Tow curaga's, one for Angelo, one for him. He casted it while the enemy still was cautious and thought about throwing the helm away. No, it was usefull for protection. It might buy him a few seconds.
Rinoa saw the circle drawing closer and closer. She screamed at her 'squires' to save him, and they tried, but they couldn't get through. Rinoa tried to summon her sorceress powers, while she still couldn't control what she could cast she could at least summon it at will. Usually.She tried to grasp the trancelike state, but she might as well try to grasp a greased eel. She defaulted back to panic. She screamed. She saw a yellow circle spreading and parting several enemies in two. Fated Circle. That had to mean he was weakening. She jumped in a squires neck and saw Squall and Angelo. Bothe were blooded and at their last power. Squall looked at her and signalled her to pull back. Than the militia were upon them. Rinoa screamed and casted a thundaga at a particularry strong man. She than felt how she was falling back. She looked down and saw the squire under her clutching a bolt. She than lost her balane and fell in the arms of the squire behind her. She leaned against his chest and let her tears flow.
General Caraway looked through the window of the radio tower at the battle far away. Reports came streaming in, asking for reinforcements. The answer was known to the people at the radio already so Caraway didn't need to be bothered. There were no reinforcements anymore. Caraway turned away from the scene. He sighed. Should he have attacked later? Sooner? Should he have avoided such a big confrontation? Thousand questions sprang up in his mind. He snorted. This was useless. What he had done was what had seemed the best. Sometimes you just had bad luck. Rinoa. He had to win so he could give her her marriagegift. He had known he couldn't have kept her out of battle. She never liked to let things go their course. He smiled. At least she had taken one of the few virtues he had. But she was as pretty as Julia and just as idealistic. As he though about Julia he clenched his fists. It had taken the foolish capitain he had been months before he had reailized it. That he was merely a sanctuary for her broken dreams. Simply a substitute for her first love. So he had given his love to Galbadia. But he shouldn't have treated Rinoa like he did. IF they would survive this... everything would change. If they'd survive The die had been cast. He'd see how this would end. He looked trough the other window to the east. The sun was beginning to rise, he could see it's glow in the distance. If they'd lose this would be the last sunrise he would see, so he decided he might as well enjoy it. The sun looked strange in the gloom. Brighter as if... what the heck was that? Something was coming from the east, something big.
It started as a humming sound, slowly growing stronger. The combatants didn't hear it untill they noticed it looming aboove them.. Than, they saw small figures coming out of tt and they saw the figures coming down, all standing on something and followed by a flame and a trail of smoke. Than they heard the scream. "HEEEEEERE IIIIII COOOOOME" it came from the fastest figure. It appeard to be a blond man with blue pants, a red-black shirt and tatoos on the sides of his face. 10 meters above the ground he jumped of the T-board, that flew back to Garden, and landed foot first on a Cultist. He smiled. "SeeD and Zell has arrived, so if I were you I'd give up now." A GAMMA member took a swipe at him, but Zell calmly elbowed him, cracking several of the man's ribs. An arrow flew at him and hit him in the chest. He laughed and took the arrow, that had only scratched him, and threw it on the ground, so sparks flew at all sides. As other SeeD's landed at all sides it didn't take long for the militia's to understand that the tables had turned, and most of them fled, using the alleys that had been left open deliberatly for just that purpose by the mercenaries. 25 minutes later they attcked the presidential palace and took care of the last traces of resistance.
30 minutes after that Garden had landed next to the city, and everyone was busy putting out fires and taking care of the wounded. Rinoa was sitting on the sidewalk, still surounded by her guard. She heard a familiar voice. "Rinoa, you're here. I'm so glad you're allright" Rinoa raised her head. "I'm not... Quistis... Squall.... he... he...was surounded..." Quistis gasped. She gulped twice. "No.. Not Squall, not like that" She stopped talking, in silent shock. "HEY WASSUP." Zell arrived at the scene. He was oblivious to the gloom. "You've seen everything Rinoa? Haha, I told them those T-boards were handy and now it's proven." "Zell..." Quistis began. "It was WILD man. and the looks of those fellas when that arrow hit me. Wouldn't know what they'd do if I'd have summoned Quetzie. Hahahaha." "ZELL..." Quistis began again. "Ohwell, what I wanted to say is that Squall and your dog are in the docter's at the radio tower, so eh seeyaaaaa....?" Rinoa had jumped and grabbed Zell's neck as he was turning around and would be strangling him if not for the junctions. "SQUALL'S ALIVE?" "Oh, yeah, didn't you know that. They found him with Angelo guarding him. If it wasn't for me showing up they might have shot Angelo. Wouldn't let everyone near him and even if he couldn't walk anymoere, he sure could bite." Rinoa kissed Zell on each cheek and than slapped them both, than she ran off.
(soon gonna do a little epilogue on this and than we're gonna move on. Sorry it took so long. real life interfered)
Endless treams of blood seamed to flow on the main street. Only two parties were left now, as militia had thrown in their lot with one of the sides. On one side you had the Galbadian military, the Knights of the Round Table and the 'SeeDs' On the other side were the GAMMA, the young revolutionaries and the Mooncult. Loyalists had stopped fighting or had joined one of the parties. Squall was leading. He grimaced. Some people followed him because the general trusted him, some because Rinoa trusted him and some because he was a SeeD. Eventhough he had tried to explain to them that he had resigned they had decided that if he was good enough to get trough the exams he was SeeD enough for them. He had searched for Rinoa and had found her, with more than three hunderd knight. They stood side by side by the Galbadian soldiers, looking with paranoid gazes at them. Angelo had been there too, with his long hairs dripping with blood, but mostly on his jaws and mostly of others. It had takenquite a while for RInoa to convince him not to attack the knights. It had taken her also time to convinc ethe knights not to atatck Angelo. When Squall had asked how Angelo could escape the house of her friends Rinoa had shaken her head sadly. The only reason she hadn't cried was because she was drained and way to busy.
The battle had started small, with both sides sending in reinforcements untill it had been clear it would be the decisive battle. Squall looked at the presidential palace. It was eriously damaged. It could be called a miracle that it was still standing. He decapitated a Cultist, but was hit in the shoulder by an arrow.He cursed. He was letting his attention slip. But he was tired. He had hoped to get some rest after the honeymoon, and untill now he had gotten 5 days with little sleep and a whole night of fighting. And curaga's healed, but they drew energy. A shadowy beast sliced at Squall's side and ripped open the skin. Squall grunted and ran the beast trough, dodging the Thundaga it casted while dying. Keep your head on the fighting Squall! He felt how he was losing blood way to fast so brought his head to the helm. Only three Curaga's left. He pulled out the arrow lodged in his shoulder and casted. The pain faded, but Squall felt his mind and body growing tired. He dashed forward again, cutting another sewer dwelling monster clean in two. Something fell on his head. It was a Zubat, with charachteristic wound of Rinoa's shooting star. He cut down another Cultist and risked a look behind his back. Rinoa was standing there, shootinh her shooting star, casting a spell and catching the star as it came back. While every break of the front that attacked her met with the best fighters the knights, her well aimed shots made her a prime target of spells and projectiles. If it wasn't for the human shield of the knights she would have been long dead. Squall turned back. He noticed his battleline was slowly moving back and took a few steps also. They were losing.
He suddenly felt a stomp against the side of his helm. Someone with a sling had homed in on him. Lucky he wore that helmet. He casted a blizzaga on the shooter and inmediately focused on the battle again. The 'SeeD' next to him fell down with a trident trough his chest. Squall took advantadge of the man's lack of defense and slit his throat, but was than hit himself with a mace. He grunted and took a slice at the man but his attack merely shattered the shield the man carries. He than felt a sting as a slender woman scratched him with a knife. He felt the wound burning. Poison. He knew he had an antidote in his pockets, but there was no time to use it. He ran the woman through while holding the hand of the man carrying the mace with his other hand. The other hand of the man, now empty, didn't waste time however and hit Squall in the face. Squall released his grip, the mace was raised and than dropped as a soldier slid his sword between the man's ribs. Other men came too however, and Squall felt the poison weakening him. This was not good. He suddenly heard Rinoa yell. But couldn't clearly hear what it was because of the sound of battle. He than noticed a strange feeling looking up he saw Angelo hovering in front of the moon. That was one of the strangge things with that dog. Squall didn't know whether the dog was magical itself or it just reacted with Rinoa's sorceress power, but he felt his own body shimering. An axeswipe at him passed right trough him. Squall looked to his left. The Galbadian soldier looked just as amazed at the sabre trough his stomach as the man holding the sabre. Squall hurriedly took the antidote bottle and gulped it down. The posson receded. He'd have to make the most of this. Angelo landed next to him and flew the axeman at the throat, weapons and magic having as little effect on hima s they had on Squall. Squall started carving up enemies too, inmensely consentrating on going all out offensive. The soldier understood what was happening and started too. As the other line understood what was happening they sslowly started to retreat. Squall advanced and cut down people as they were trying to move back. Squall didn't take notice of them being human, let alone their willingness to fight. They were enemies. The Galbadian soldier clearly had a harder time. The whole enemy battleline was receding now, as many soldiers were outflanked because of the hole. Squall ran forward now, killing two with every stap, and soon reached the group of archers where he saw the lumps of ice that once were the guy with the sling. Some people didn't grasp what was going on and tried to attack him, but he cut them down. A scream held Squall's attention. The Galbadian soldier had burst into flames and scremed until a bullet put him out of his misery. They had run out of invincibility. Squall started to retreat to his lines, but was rapidly surrounded. He cursed. Never leave your battleline or you'll be surrounded as fat as the enemy will kill you once you are. First lesson of fighting in ranks. He had fought in small groups too much. Angelo growled too. Though few soldiers dared to approach the dog, that now looked more like Cerberus than his usual 'good dog' The blood probably had something to do with that. Still the dog had been wounded too. Squall brought his hand to his helm. Tow curaga's, one for Angelo, one for him. He casted it while the enemy still was cautious and thought about throwing the helm away. No, it was usefull for protection. It might buy him a few seconds.
Rinoa saw the circle drawing closer and closer. She screamed at her 'squires' to save him, and they tried, but they couldn't get through. Rinoa tried to summon her sorceress powers, while she still couldn't control what she could cast she could at least summon it at will. Usually.She tried to grasp the trancelike state, but she might as well try to grasp a greased eel. She defaulted back to panic. She screamed. She saw a yellow circle spreading and parting several enemies in two. Fated Circle. That had to mean he was weakening. She jumped in a squires neck and saw Squall and Angelo. Bothe were blooded and at their last power. Squall looked at her and signalled her to pull back. Than the militia were upon them. Rinoa screamed and casted a thundaga at a particularry strong man. She than felt how she was falling back. She looked down and saw the squire under her clutching a bolt. She than lost her balane and fell in the arms of the squire behind her. She leaned against his chest and let her tears flow.
General Caraway looked through the window of the radio tower at the battle far away. Reports came streaming in, asking for reinforcements. The answer was known to the people at the radio already so Caraway didn't need to be bothered. There were no reinforcements anymore. Caraway turned away from the scene. He sighed. Should he have attacked later? Sooner? Should he have avoided such a big confrontation? Thousand questions sprang up in his mind. He snorted. This was useless. What he had done was what had seemed the best. Sometimes you just had bad luck. Rinoa. He had to win so he could give her her marriagegift. He had known he couldn't have kept her out of battle. She never liked to let things go their course. He smiled. At least she had taken one of the few virtues he had. But she was as pretty as Julia and just as idealistic. As he though about Julia he clenched his fists. It had taken the foolish capitain he had been months before he had reailized it. That he was merely a sanctuary for her broken dreams. Simply a substitute for her first love. So he had given his love to Galbadia. But he shouldn't have treated Rinoa like he did. IF they would survive this... everything would change. If they'd survive The die had been cast. He'd see how this would end. He looked trough the other window to the east. The sun was beginning to rise, he could see it's glow in the distance. If they'd lose this would be the last sunrise he would see, so he decided he might as well enjoy it. The sun looked strange in the gloom. Brighter as if... what the heck was that? Something was coming from the east, something big.
It started as a humming sound, slowly growing stronger. The combatants didn't hear it untill they noticed it looming aboove them.. Than, they saw small figures coming out of tt and they saw the figures coming down, all standing on something and followed by a flame and a trail of smoke. Than they heard the scream. "HEEEEEERE IIIIII COOOOOME" it came from the fastest figure. It appeard to be a blond man with blue pants, a red-black shirt and tatoos on the sides of his face. 10 meters above the ground he jumped of the T-board, that flew back to Garden, and landed foot first on a Cultist. He smiled. "SeeD and Zell has arrived, so if I were you I'd give up now." A GAMMA member took a swipe at him, but Zell calmly elbowed him, cracking several of the man's ribs. An arrow flew at him and hit him in the chest. He laughed and took the arrow, that had only scratched him, and threw it on the ground, so sparks flew at all sides. As other SeeD's landed at all sides it didn't take long for the militia's to understand that the tables had turned, and most of them fled, using the alleys that had been left open deliberatly for just that purpose by the mercenaries. 25 minutes later they attcked the presidential palace and took care of the last traces of resistance.
30 minutes after that Garden had landed next to the city, and everyone was busy putting out fires and taking care of the wounded. Rinoa was sitting on the sidewalk, still surounded by her guard. She heard a familiar voice. "Rinoa, you're here. I'm so glad you're allright" Rinoa raised her head. "I'm not... Quistis... Squall.... he... he...was surounded..." Quistis gasped. She gulped twice. "No.. Not Squall, not like that" She stopped talking, in silent shock. "HEY WASSUP." Zell arrived at the scene. He was oblivious to the gloom. "You've seen everything Rinoa? Haha, I told them those T-boards were handy and now it's proven." "Zell..." Quistis began. "It was WILD man. and the looks of those fellas when that arrow hit me. Wouldn't know what they'd do if I'd have summoned Quetzie. Hahahaha." "ZELL..." Quistis began again. "Ohwell, what I wanted to say is that Squall and your dog are in the docter's at the radio tower, so eh seeyaaaaa....?" Rinoa had jumped and grabbed Zell's neck as he was turning around and would be strangling him if not for the junctions. "SQUALL'S ALIVE?" "Oh, yeah, didn't you know that. They found him with Angelo guarding him. If it wasn't for me showing up they might have shot Angelo. Wouldn't let everyone near him and even if he couldn't walk anymoere, he sure could bite." Rinoa kissed Zell on each cheek and than slapped them both, than she ran off.
(soon gonna do a little epilogue on this and than we're gonna move on. Sorry it took so long. real life interfered)