Chapter 13 - Fear Trying
'Beatrix!' shouted Steiner 'Get away from him!'
Troa smiled happily at the scenario that was unfolding before him.
'The girl has no name anymore. She is my puppet from now on.'
'Damn you!' yelled Amarant. This didn't look good...
'Who knows, maybe I can make this little girl my personal slave? It might be an adaquate purpose for such a little whore... Am I right?' Troa was enjoying his little game.
Steiner looked at the bloodthirsty look on his wife's face. This wasn't Beatrix. It's just couldn't be Beatrix...
'Alright then!' shouted Troa in delight, 'Go my little minion and dispose of these weaklings!'
Beatrix rose her sword in the air and immediately ran towards the group of fighters who stood in the middle of the hallway. What the hell could they do now!? It was Beatrix! They couldn't kill her... could they?!
'Come on then!' shouted Amarant as he attempted to jump into the fray, but he was quickly knocked to the side with a swift punch from Steiner. Amarant flew into the wall, stunned at what had just happened.
'Leave her alone!' shouted Steiner 'No-one hurts her!'
'Steiner, look out!' shouted Vivi, but the call was too late as Beatrix's sword clashed straight into his armour, almost knocking him to the ground but not quite. Steiner looked at her face as she snarled at him, her mouth almost salvalating at the thought of killing them all. Steiner drew his sword and sighed as he regained his composure. Then he turned to the others.
'I'll attack Beatrix! All of you go for Troa!!' he roared at the top of his voice and to the surprise of his wife he launched himself into battle, slashing and dodging to counteract against her moves. Everyone stood in shock at his bold move. The pain was immense for him to deal with, but Steiner knew what he had to do. He shouted at them all once again to go into battle. He knew himself that it was probably the only chance to get his wife back. And that was a chance that had to be taken. Amarant, Vivi and Blank nodded to each other and ran straight towards Troa, ready for the fight that stood before them.
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Food. Why did that freak have to talk about it so much Kuja pondered. Was it possible that Quina had a real problem? After all, it could have been a possiblity. But he was good in a fight, that was for sure.
'Kuja, where we going?' Quina asked. Kuja moaned. Why could that thing not shut up?
'We're trying to find Queen Garnet.'
'Did she get lost?'
'Yeahhh... that's it.' Kuja sighed. Suddenly they were both attacked by a huge Chimera, and Kuja's eyes lit up. At least he wouldn't have to listen to that freak again for another few minutes...
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'This is the end of the line for you Troa!' shouted Blank as he jumped towards Troa, his sword searing towards its target. But Troa simply sighed and threw his fist forward into the chest of the gasping warrior.
'Oh Jesus...' said Amarant as he stared at the picture in front of him. Blank hung in midair, held up by Troa's iron fist which had been struck right through his stomach and out of the other side of his body. Blank fell to the ground, gasping for air, and almost dead from the experience. Amarant roared and sprinted towards the hated figure that stood at the top of the stairs and started to pull all of his weight into the punches that he threw. Blow after blow was directed straight towards Troa, but nothing could touch him. Nothing.
Blank got to his feet and looked around him. He felt fine! But how? He turned quickly to see Vivi nodding at him under the cover of his hat.
'Vivi, what just happened? I thought you could only practise in the black arts! That was a Cura spell!'
Vivi laughed it off and turned to face Troa, who was now easily duelling with Amarant. This was going to be tough, but something had to be done. And the little mage had a good idea what the something could be. He put his hands out in front of his tiny body and closed his eyes. And suddenly he disappeared, nowhere to be seen.
'Vivi!!!' yelled Amarant but he had no time to stop in his duel. Troa maybe hadn't attacked yet, but it was surely only a matter of time, and once this happened... Amarant gulped within his mind and escalated his attacks quickly.
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Beatrix stood laughing with her sword in hand, ready to take out her own husband who stood now as the last pillar of her lost hope. He had to do something... but what?
Suddenly Beatrix lunged and Steiner quickly had to jump over the low thrust that had been made towards him. He quickly countered the next blow aimed for his head, and kicked out, sending Beatrix flying into the wall of the room they now fought in. The two of them had made it out of the room where Troa was fighting against their friends... it was strictly mono on mono now.
'Come on Beatrix, you can do better than that!' he taunted her loudly. Maybe he could appeal to her senses, or get her to make a wrong move. Maybe he could knock her out. The only thing was that Steiner knew that Beatrix could do better, and if he didn't hurry the fight could get a lot more difficult indeed...
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Amarant jumped quickly back, panting as he looked upon the seemingly indestructable figure in front of him. What else could be done? All his best moves had gone into the last attack and nothing had come of it. There was only one thing left to try... his most powerful attack. Amarant turned his back to Troa and twisted his neck around to watch his foe so as to make sure that no surprise attack may be landed upon him. Then, Amarant cupped his hands and pulled them around to face the intergued Troa. Suddenly there was a slight grin upon Amarant's face as the energy building up from his attack began to focus. Everything was going into this blast... it had to.
'What the hell...' gasped Blank as the ground started to shake beneath him. He put his legs out to keep him from falling over and looked on startled as Amarant continued to gain power. What the hell was happening here?! The only time he had seen any of Zidane's friend power up like this was when they were in Trance mode, and Amarant looked as normal as ever, apart from the now bulging muscles that threatened to rip straight through his clothing. This was too much!
Amarant suddenly disappeared in a flash and appeared again right behind Troa. He laughed softly.
'Hey friend.'
Troa was knocked right into the air by the massive kick that had made contact with his body, and he looked at Amarant with a slight air of surprise upon his streamlined face. Amarant yelled and jumped into the air at Troa who was now levitating in the air above him, and as Amarant struck out Troa disappeared to the other side of the room. But that wasn't the most amazing thing...
'Jesus!! Amarant is... FLYING!?' screamed Blank. Troa and Amarant took no notice of the shouts below them. And suddenly in the eyes of Blank... they were gone. All that he could recognise anymore were the sounds of battle, and at this point he realised that the two were still in the room with him... but where?!!
Amarant clashed straight into Troa with a well aimed punch, sending him flying to the bottom of the room. Troa pulled his senses together after the attack and jumped straight out of the way of the next blow. Then, suddenly, Troa jumped into the air quickly followed by Amarant, and the two started to fight so quickly the movements could only be seen in a frenzied blur by the helpless Blank who stood widemouthed at the speed. Then, suddenly, a quick thump to the chest sent Amarant flying down to the ground, and when he hit the ground the ground almost broke into pieces below him. He tried to get up, but screamed in pain as he realised that his legs were now broken. Troa smiled at his victory, and placed his hands out in front of his body to charge up and finish Amarant off. Blank stood, transfixed with fear as he spotted the Flare spell building up into Troa's steady hands. And then, suddenly, it was launched right towards Amarant, and the explosion engulfed the entire room. Blank dived on top of Zidane to protect him from the blast, but he almost was blown right out of the room by the sheer power of the move. And then, when the dust cleared, Amarant was gone.
'Beatrix!' shouted Steiner 'Get away from him!'
Troa smiled happily at the scenario that was unfolding before him.
'The girl has no name anymore. She is my puppet from now on.'
'Damn you!' yelled Amarant. This didn't look good...
'Who knows, maybe I can make this little girl my personal slave? It might be an adaquate purpose for such a little whore... Am I right?' Troa was enjoying his little game.
Steiner looked at the bloodthirsty look on his wife's face. This wasn't Beatrix. It's just couldn't be Beatrix...
'Alright then!' shouted Troa in delight, 'Go my little minion and dispose of these weaklings!'
Beatrix rose her sword in the air and immediately ran towards the group of fighters who stood in the middle of the hallway. What the hell could they do now!? It was Beatrix! They couldn't kill her... could they?!
'Come on then!' shouted Amarant as he attempted to jump into the fray, but he was quickly knocked to the side with a swift punch from Steiner. Amarant flew into the wall, stunned at what had just happened.
'Leave her alone!' shouted Steiner 'No-one hurts her!'
'Steiner, look out!' shouted Vivi, but the call was too late as Beatrix's sword clashed straight into his armour, almost knocking him to the ground but not quite. Steiner looked at her face as she snarled at him, her mouth almost salvalating at the thought of killing them all. Steiner drew his sword and sighed as he regained his composure. Then he turned to the others.
'I'll attack Beatrix! All of you go for Troa!!' he roared at the top of his voice and to the surprise of his wife he launched himself into battle, slashing and dodging to counteract against her moves. Everyone stood in shock at his bold move. The pain was immense for him to deal with, but Steiner knew what he had to do. He shouted at them all once again to go into battle. He knew himself that it was probably the only chance to get his wife back. And that was a chance that had to be taken. Amarant, Vivi and Blank nodded to each other and ran straight towards Troa, ready for the fight that stood before them.
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Food. Why did that freak have to talk about it so much Kuja pondered. Was it possible that Quina had a real problem? After all, it could have been a possiblity. But he was good in a fight, that was for sure.
'Kuja, where we going?' Quina asked. Kuja moaned. Why could that thing not shut up?
'We're trying to find Queen Garnet.'
'Did she get lost?'
'Yeahhh... that's it.' Kuja sighed. Suddenly they were both attacked by a huge Chimera, and Kuja's eyes lit up. At least he wouldn't have to listen to that freak again for another few minutes...
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'This is the end of the line for you Troa!' shouted Blank as he jumped towards Troa, his sword searing towards its target. But Troa simply sighed and threw his fist forward into the chest of the gasping warrior.
'Oh Jesus...' said Amarant as he stared at the picture in front of him. Blank hung in midair, held up by Troa's iron fist which had been struck right through his stomach and out of the other side of his body. Blank fell to the ground, gasping for air, and almost dead from the experience. Amarant roared and sprinted towards the hated figure that stood at the top of the stairs and started to pull all of his weight into the punches that he threw. Blow after blow was directed straight towards Troa, but nothing could touch him. Nothing.
Blank got to his feet and looked around him. He felt fine! But how? He turned quickly to see Vivi nodding at him under the cover of his hat.
'Vivi, what just happened? I thought you could only practise in the black arts! That was a Cura spell!'
Vivi laughed it off and turned to face Troa, who was now easily duelling with Amarant. This was going to be tough, but something had to be done. And the little mage had a good idea what the something could be. He put his hands out in front of his tiny body and closed his eyes. And suddenly he disappeared, nowhere to be seen.
'Vivi!!!' yelled Amarant but he had no time to stop in his duel. Troa maybe hadn't attacked yet, but it was surely only a matter of time, and once this happened... Amarant gulped within his mind and escalated his attacks quickly.
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Beatrix stood laughing with her sword in hand, ready to take out her own husband who stood now as the last pillar of her lost hope. He had to do something... but what?
Suddenly Beatrix lunged and Steiner quickly had to jump over the low thrust that had been made towards him. He quickly countered the next blow aimed for his head, and kicked out, sending Beatrix flying into the wall of the room they now fought in. The two of them had made it out of the room where Troa was fighting against their friends... it was strictly mono on mono now.
'Come on Beatrix, you can do better than that!' he taunted her loudly. Maybe he could appeal to her senses, or get her to make a wrong move. Maybe he could knock her out. The only thing was that Steiner knew that Beatrix could do better, and if he didn't hurry the fight could get a lot more difficult indeed...
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Amarant jumped quickly back, panting as he looked upon the seemingly indestructable figure in front of him. What else could be done? All his best moves had gone into the last attack and nothing had come of it. There was only one thing left to try... his most powerful attack. Amarant turned his back to Troa and twisted his neck around to watch his foe so as to make sure that no surprise attack may be landed upon him. Then, Amarant cupped his hands and pulled them around to face the intergued Troa. Suddenly there was a slight grin upon Amarant's face as the energy building up from his attack began to focus. Everything was going into this blast... it had to.
'What the hell...' gasped Blank as the ground started to shake beneath him. He put his legs out to keep him from falling over and looked on startled as Amarant continued to gain power. What the hell was happening here?! The only time he had seen any of Zidane's friend power up like this was when they were in Trance mode, and Amarant looked as normal as ever, apart from the now bulging muscles that threatened to rip straight through his clothing. This was too much!
Amarant suddenly disappeared in a flash and appeared again right behind Troa. He laughed softly.
'Hey friend.'
Troa was knocked right into the air by the massive kick that had made contact with his body, and he looked at Amarant with a slight air of surprise upon his streamlined face. Amarant yelled and jumped into the air at Troa who was now levitating in the air above him, and as Amarant struck out Troa disappeared to the other side of the room. But that wasn't the most amazing thing...
'Jesus!! Amarant is... FLYING!?' screamed Blank. Troa and Amarant took no notice of the shouts below them. And suddenly in the eyes of Blank... they were gone. All that he could recognise anymore were the sounds of battle, and at this point he realised that the two were still in the room with him... but where?!!
Amarant clashed straight into Troa with a well aimed punch, sending him flying to the bottom of the room. Troa pulled his senses together after the attack and jumped straight out of the way of the next blow. Then, suddenly, Troa jumped into the air quickly followed by Amarant, and the two started to fight so quickly the movements could only be seen in a frenzied blur by the helpless Blank who stood widemouthed at the speed. Then, suddenly, a quick thump to the chest sent Amarant flying down to the ground, and when he hit the ground the ground almost broke into pieces below him. He tried to get up, but screamed in pain as he realised that his legs were now broken. Troa smiled at his victory, and placed his hands out in front of his body to charge up and finish Amarant off. Blank stood, transfixed with fear as he spotted the Flare spell building up into Troa's steady hands. And then, suddenly, it was launched right towards Amarant, and the explosion engulfed the entire room. Blank dived on top of Zidane to protect him from the blast, but he almost was blown right out of the room by the sheer power of the move. And then, when the dust cleared, Amarant was gone.