Chapter 14 - Leaving Homelands
'Amarant!!!!!' screamed Blank as Troa floated gracefully to the ground, facing the area which had been torn apart by his previous attack.
(That wasn't very hard...) Troa thought to himself (and yet I feel uneasiness at the way in which I have defeated these fighters. They took on Kuja and Necron... they should have been more of a match to me... Huh?!)
A huge explosion rocked the space where Troa stood, and Blank quickly picked up the now unconcious Zidane and made his way to the exit.
(Thank god for hand grenades...) thought Blank as he rushed to get Zidane out of that room, but suddenly Troa appeared in front of the two, just before they could make it out of the door. Blank stood still in utter fear.
'T...That's impossible!' screamed Blank as Troa laughed heartily at his fear-struck face.
'Oh is it really little man? Well it doesn't matter anymore! Prepare to die!' Troa roared as he flew straight towards Blank and Zidane. He pulled his fist right back, ready to destroy the pair when...
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Kuja stood in front of the Lifa Tree, staring at the place which almost held his demise in it's hands two years ago. It had changed so much... but it was still a sight which couldn't be forgotten. Quina waddled up to his side as they both stared on.
'What is problem Kuja?' Quina asked his counterpart.
'I... feel something eminating from this place... some kind of energy...'
'...Evil?' asked the gourmet.
'I'm not sure. It feels familar to me... as if i've felt it somewhere before.'
And then Kuja realised just where he had felt it before, and as he looked up at the foreboding skies above the tree, he gasped in sheer terror at the sight which prayed upon his mind.
'T...Ter...Terra?!!'
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The Firaga spell knocked Troa straight off his path and into the wall of the room, almost sending him right through it. He screamed out in pure pain, and when he got to his feet he put his hands upon his chest. Blood. His guts felt as if they were about to spill from his stomach, and he knelt down upon the ground, grimacing at the power of the wound.
(The pain is controlling me... I can't let it do this...!) Troa thought as he pulled himself to his feet. He looked up and nearly balked when he spotted his opponent.
'The...mage...!' he gasped as he looked upon Vivi, who stood with Blank, Zidane and Amarant behind him.
'That freak's alive!' roared Troa when he spotted Amarant lying behind them all. Vivi didn't listen at all. Blank stared on as he looked upon Vivi's pure concentration. Suddenly the little mage started to walk straight towards Troa.
'It's funny isn't it Troa?' he asked as he kept walking slowly forward.
'...What is?' Troa growled.
'You're strong, but you can't take one of my weaker attacks. For all your strength you must have a pretty weak tolerance for pain.'
Troa got to his feet and laughed.
'You little pest. You have no idea of my true power.'
Vivi jumped into the air and levitated there, above Troa with his arms folded.
'Is that so?! Well, it doesn't matter anyhow, because you're going down right now!!!!'
The mage disappeared into thin air, and Troa quickly looked around him. Incredible! Where was the kid?! How could that little mage have such incredible powers...? But he didn't get the chance to ponder the question, as a massive bolt of Thundaga flew down at Troa, who nearly didn't avoid the attack. Suddenly, as he rose into the air, a quick succession of Ice beams flew straight at Troa's body seemingly out of nowhere. Troa dodged from left to right, desperately trying to move out of the way. Where the hell was that mage?!!
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Beatrix jumped left, right and centre at Steiner, who was now struggling to hold off the fearsome attacks of his wife. Her power had increased under Troa's control somehow.
'Stop it Beatrix! Please stop!' he roared as he pushed towards her, attacking as best he could. But his best simply wasn't going to be good enough. Beatirx jumped backwards and Steiner knew what was coming. A move familar to him from their regular training sessions... but he now knew there wouldn't be any holding back...
'Climhazard...'
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'This is IMPOSSIBLE!' yelled Troa as he looked around frantically. How could this be?! He was being beaten by a... child?! There may have been no need to panic just yet however. And suddenly, the obivious idea on what to do dawned upon Troa's mind, and he smiled to himself. Of course. It was so ridculously simple he should have thought of it minutes ago. But the heat of the battle had made him somewhat forget himself. But no matter. Time to get down to business.
Suddenly Vivi's foot connected smartly upon Troa's mouth, and he was knocked at great speed to the ground below. However, when the dust cleared Troa had cleared with it, and Vivi frantically looked around himself to find him. And then suddenly Vivi gasped in pain as a huge beam of blue light blasted his body and almost tore him apart. Vivi's screams nearly destroyed the eardrums of Blank and Zidane, who had just gotten to his feet, still weary from the past battle. But now he was ready for action.
'TROA!!!! LET HIM GO!!!!' yelled Zidane as he pulled his twinblade into his hand, despite the terrible pain that he felt whilst doing so. Troa laughed manically at the request.
'That would be a great idea! Hahaha! You started this by coming here in the first place you fool!'
Zidane felt his rage building inside of him. What could he do?! He was helpless against this guy! But Vivi was...
'...Vivi...?!'
Vivi fell to the floor. His body was in tatters, and he barely breathed at all. He tried to move but the effort was too great. Zidane sprinted towards him and skidded down upon the floor which was now coated with the mage's blood, bright red against the pure white.
'..Zidane..I'm...d..done for...' Vivi gasped as he stuggled for air.
'No..! No Vivi! You can't! You're gonna...' cried Zidane as tears flew down his face as sliently as the snow falling.
'It's over...Zidane... But you have...to fight on. Go...to Quan's cave... you'll find...what you need...t.there...'
'..Vivi..' Zidane whispered under the cover of his throat.
'...Zidane...I...love you...' Vivi wreched, and fell to the floor. He was dead. And Zidane roared out to the heavens with the sheer pain of losing his best friend.
'Amarant!!!!!' screamed Blank as Troa floated gracefully to the ground, facing the area which had been torn apart by his previous attack.
(That wasn't very hard...) Troa thought to himself (and yet I feel uneasiness at the way in which I have defeated these fighters. They took on Kuja and Necron... they should have been more of a match to me... Huh?!)
A huge explosion rocked the space where Troa stood, and Blank quickly picked up the now unconcious Zidane and made his way to the exit.
(Thank god for hand grenades...) thought Blank as he rushed to get Zidane out of that room, but suddenly Troa appeared in front of the two, just before they could make it out of the door. Blank stood still in utter fear.
'T...That's impossible!' screamed Blank as Troa laughed heartily at his fear-struck face.
'Oh is it really little man? Well it doesn't matter anymore! Prepare to die!' Troa roared as he flew straight towards Blank and Zidane. He pulled his fist right back, ready to destroy the pair when...
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Kuja stood in front of the Lifa Tree, staring at the place which almost held his demise in it's hands two years ago. It had changed so much... but it was still a sight which couldn't be forgotten. Quina waddled up to his side as they both stared on.
'What is problem Kuja?' Quina asked his counterpart.
'I... feel something eminating from this place... some kind of energy...'
'...Evil?' asked the gourmet.
'I'm not sure. It feels familar to me... as if i've felt it somewhere before.'
And then Kuja realised just where he had felt it before, and as he looked up at the foreboding skies above the tree, he gasped in sheer terror at the sight which prayed upon his mind.
'T...Ter...Terra?!!'
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The Firaga spell knocked Troa straight off his path and into the wall of the room, almost sending him right through it. He screamed out in pure pain, and when he got to his feet he put his hands upon his chest. Blood. His guts felt as if they were about to spill from his stomach, and he knelt down upon the ground, grimacing at the power of the wound.
(The pain is controlling me... I can't let it do this...!) Troa thought as he pulled himself to his feet. He looked up and nearly balked when he spotted his opponent.
'The...mage...!' he gasped as he looked upon Vivi, who stood with Blank, Zidane and Amarant behind him.
'That freak's alive!' roared Troa when he spotted Amarant lying behind them all. Vivi didn't listen at all. Blank stared on as he looked upon Vivi's pure concentration. Suddenly the little mage started to walk straight towards Troa.
'It's funny isn't it Troa?' he asked as he kept walking slowly forward.
'...What is?' Troa growled.
'You're strong, but you can't take one of my weaker attacks. For all your strength you must have a pretty weak tolerance for pain.'
Troa got to his feet and laughed.
'You little pest. You have no idea of my true power.'
Vivi jumped into the air and levitated there, above Troa with his arms folded.
'Is that so?! Well, it doesn't matter anyhow, because you're going down right now!!!!'
The mage disappeared into thin air, and Troa quickly looked around him. Incredible! Where was the kid?! How could that little mage have such incredible powers...? But he didn't get the chance to ponder the question, as a massive bolt of Thundaga flew down at Troa, who nearly didn't avoid the attack. Suddenly, as he rose into the air, a quick succession of Ice beams flew straight at Troa's body seemingly out of nowhere. Troa dodged from left to right, desperately trying to move out of the way. Where the hell was that mage?!!
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Beatrix jumped left, right and centre at Steiner, who was now struggling to hold off the fearsome attacks of his wife. Her power had increased under Troa's control somehow.
'Stop it Beatrix! Please stop!' he roared as he pushed towards her, attacking as best he could. But his best simply wasn't going to be good enough. Beatirx jumped backwards and Steiner knew what was coming. A move familar to him from their regular training sessions... but he now knew there wouldn't be any holding back...
'Climhazard...'
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'This is IMPOSSIBLE!' yelled Troa as he looked around frantically. How could this be?! He was being beaten by a... child?! There may have been no need to panic just yet however. And suddenly, the obivious idea on what to do dawned upon Troa's mind, and he smiled to himself. Of course. It was so ridculously simple he should have thought of it minutes ago. But the heat of the battle had made him somewhat forget himself. But no matter. Time to get down to business.
Suddenly Vivi's foot connected smartly upon Troa's mouth, and he was knocked at great speed to the ground below. However, when the dust cleared Troa had cleared with it, and Vivi frantically looked around himself to find him. And then suddenly Vivi gasped in pain as a huge beam of blue light blasted his body and almost tore him apart. Vivi's screams nearly destroyed the eardrums of Blank and Zidane, who had just gotten to his feet, still weary from the past battle. But now he was ready for action.
'TROA!!!! LET HIM GO!!!!' yelled Zidane as he pulled his twinblade into his hand, despite the terrible pain that he felt whilst doing so. Troa laughed manically at the request.
'That would be a great idea! Hahaha! You started this by coming here in the first place you fool!'
Zidane felt his rage building inside of him. What could he do?! He was helpless against this guy! But Vivi was...
'...Vivi...?!'
Vivi fell to the floor. His body was in tatters, and he barely breathed at all. He tried to move but the effort was too great. Zidane sprinted towards him and skidded down upon the floor which was now coated with the mage's blood, bright red against the pure white.
'..Zidane..I'm...d..done for...' Vivi gasped as he stuggled for air.
'No..! No Vivi! You can't! You're gonna...' cried Zidane as tears flew down his face as sliently as the snow falling.
'It's over...Zidane... But you have...to fight on. Go...to Quan's cave... you'll find...what you need...t.there...'
'..Vivi..' Zidane whispered under the cover of his throat.
'...Zidane...I...love you...' Vivi wreched, and fell to the floor. He was dead. And Zidane roared out to the heavens with the sheer pain of losing his best friend.