Dark clouds hung dead in the sky, the calm before the storm lying heavily across the ominous landscape. In
the distance thrunder cracked as brilliant spears stabbed through the clouds. The rain was already sweeping across
the grassy plains, matting down grass and flowers and would soon be sending both beasts and men scattering, looking
for refuge. Thick, heavy drops that fall like bodies in battle, their water spilling out like blood as they hit the
hard ground. The wind was begining to whip faster, moving the forbidding rain ever closer. The two figures stood
silently across from each other, coiled like serpents waiting to strike as the squall slowly struck them. One of
them was a slender, middle height man, wearing a long black coat, dark pants, his hair was long, and hung down
across his eyes, just like his mentor and heroes hair does.He held his deadly sharp gunblade lightly in one hand,
exactly as Headmaster Squall had shown him.
His eyes were like fire, fueled by hate, anger and fear. The fuel of this consuming fire stood a few feet
from him, staring intently at him, trying to fathom what was happening. Half a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier,
the other was a bear of a man, he stood shirtless, wearing only a pair of blue SeeD candidate pants. He ran his
gloved hands over his shaved head, wiping of the lighter drops of rain that had already gotten this far. His eyes
were fixed on the other man's, but he was not so intent, not so...evil.
"I don't think this is a great idea, Sorrow. Its gonne be raining pretty hard soon, we don't want anyone to
get hurt,"The big man said, looking concernedly at the storm front"We the fire cavern tommorow, and the exam after
that."
"Shut up and fight, chicken wuss!"Sorrow hissed.
"I don't think..." but it was too late, the quicker man was already upon him, gunblade swinging upwards. It
caught the large man on the chin causing blood to spray off and onto his opponents face. The big man bellowed in
pain, clutching his wound with one hand, and holding his other hand out, a feeble attempt to stop his opponent.
But Sorrow wouldn't have it. Consumed by emotion, emotions that he harboured since the other man had shown
up last year, through all their training together, seeing the other man pass the tests he failed, get the chances he
missed, getting the girl he had been watching since she arrived, for everything wrong he had done. It gripped his
arms, tightened his fingers now whiteknuckled grip on his gunblade.Sorrow's legs bolted up as he jumped into the air
and sailed towards his opponent, he swung the blade down at the outstrechted hand, chopping throught flesh, through
hot blood,muscles and bone. As if in a trance, Sorrow's finger tightened on the trigger, something never allowed in
training, and he watched with distance interest as the power surged down through the blade and peak as it contacted
flesh, completing the wound,severing the hand. Hot blood fueled his fire more, he could see it pouring from the hand
, it was on him, in him, in his mind in his body, he became that terrible blood. He flowed towards the ground and
rolled, righting himself into a crouch, and ready for the next blow. He had no time to react. The big man was in a
frenzy. Fueled not by hate, but by hurt, the he flung himself at the smaller man, an uncontrolled wave of pain to
accompany the blood. He brushed the gunblade aside with a powerful stroke of his remaining hand. He screamed,
screamed for a man who he had only ever tried to befreind, the only one at Garden who understand what it was like
to know burning rage, to know what it is to feel able to kill. The bear crashed onto Sorrow, knocking the wind out
of him, pinning him under its immense size. It drove its head into Sorrows face, feeling with pleasure as bone
cracked and blood was drawn. it got up on its knees and swatted at Sorrow's broken head, raking it with a large paw.
It heard that man scream and felt the rush of power as Sorrow began a spell. But the Bear wouldn't have it. He drove
the stump of his severed hand into Sorrows skull, feeling secondhand as the skin was pulled back off the bone, and
as the cracked bone was driven into Sorrow. And feeling while sorrow stopped kicking, stopped the spell and stopped
living.
The Bear raised himself triumpantly to the stormy sky, feeling as his muscles flex as he roared in most
horrible victory.
the distance thrunder cracked as brilliant spears stabbed through the clouds. The rain was already sweeping across
the grassy plains, matting down grass and flowers and would soon be sending both beasts and men scattering, looking
for refuge. Thick, heavy drops that fall like bodies in battle, their water spilling out like blood as they hit the
hard ground. The wind was begining to whip faster, moving the forbidding rain ever closer. The two figures stood
silently across from each other, coiled like serpents waiting to strike as the squall slowly struck them. One of
them was a slender, middle height man, wearing a long black coat, dark pants, his hair was long, and hung down
across his eyes, just like his mentor and heroes hair does.He held his deadly sharp gunblade lightly in one hand,
exactly as Headmaster Squall had shown him.
His eyes were like fire, fueled by hate, anger and fear. The fuel of this consuming fire stood a few feet
from him, staring intently at him, trying to fathom what was happening. Half a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier,
the other was a bear of a man, he stood shirtless, wearing only a pair of blue SeeD candidate pants. He ran his
gloved hands over his shaved head, wiping of the lighter drops of rain that had already gotten this far. His eyes
were fixed on the other man's, but he was not so intent, not so...evil.
"I don't think this is a great idea, Sorrow. Its gonne be raining pretty hard soon, we don't want anyone to
get hurt,"The big man said, looking concernedly at the storm front"We the fire cavern tommorow, and the exam after
that."
"Shut up and fight, chicken wuss!"Sorrow hissed.
"I don't think..." but it was too late, the quicker man was already upon him, gunblade swinging upwards. It
caught the large man on the chin causing blood to spray off and onto his opponents face. The big man bellowed in
pain, clutching his wound with one hand, and holding his other hand out, a feeble attempt to stop his opponent.
But Sorrow wouldn't have it. Consumed by emotion, emotions that he harboured since the other man had shown
up last year, through all their training together, seeing the other man pass the tests he failed, get the chances he
missed, getting the girl he had been watching since she arrived, for everything wrong he had done. It gripped his
arms, tightened his fingers now whiteknuckled grip on his gunblade.Sorrow's legs bolted up as he jumped into the air
and sailed towards his opponent, he swung the blade down at the outstrechted hand, chopping throught flesh, through
hot blood,muscles and bone. As if in a trance, Sorrow's finger tightened on the trigger, something never allowed in
training, and he watched with distance interest as the power surged down through the blade and peak as it contacted
flesh, completing the wound,severing the hand. Hot blood fueled his fire more, he could see it pouring from the hand
, it was on him, in him, in his mind in his body, he became that terrible blood. He flowed towards the ground and
rolled, righting himself into a crouch, and ready for the next blow. He had no time to react. The big man was in a
frenzy. Fueled not by hate, but by hurt, the he flung himself at the smaller man, an uncontrolled wave of pain to
accompany the blood. He brushed the gunblade aside with a powerful stroke of his remaining hand. He screamed,
screamed for a man who he had only ever tried to befreind, the only one at Garden who understand what it was like
to know burning rage, to know what it is to feel able to kill. The bear crashed onto Sorrow, knocking the wind out
of him, pinning him under its immense size. It drove its head into Sorrows face, feeling with pleasure as bone
cracked and blood was drawn. it got up on its knees and swatted at Sorrow's broken head, raking it with a large paw.
It heard that man scream and felt the rush of power as Sorrow began a spell. But the Bear wouldn't have it. He drove
the stump of his severed hand into Sorrows skull, feeling secondhand as the skin was pulled back off the bone, and
as the cracked bone was driven into Sorrow. And feeling while sorrow stopped kicking, stopped the spell and stopped
living.
The Bear raised himself triumpantly to the stormy sky, feeling as his muscles flex as he roared in most
horrible victory.