Of Mistakes and switched bodies
-Chapter two-
Inside the training center, Rinoa concentrated a thundaga spell on her target. Lightning rained down upon the helpless grat. She hated to be in the training center alone, but after seeing what she had done to Squall that day, she knew she had to get the hang of her powers soon. She found herself lucky enough to have avoided all the T-Rexaurs that day. Grats were one thing. Giant dinosaur-like creatures were another.
"Ow ow ow!" She bent over, shaking her hands furiously. She also hated it when her spells tried to backlash. "Stupid thundaga." She thought seriously about wearing gloves. She was sure Odine would be able to create some gloves for her, but then again, she didn't trust that scientist enough to wear anything of his.
The sharp clang of metal reached her ears.
"Squall, fight!" Someone yelled as another clang was heard. "You can do better than that!"
"Seifer!" Rinoa smiled, instantly recognizing the voice. "And Squall!"
She followed the sounds to the source.
Seifer brought the Hyperion around, knocking the Lionheart to the side. Squall wasn't able to block as Seifer kicked him in the chest, sending him stumbling back. Squall saved himself from hitting the dirt by falling to one knee. He brought up the Lionheart, the gunblade singing through the air as it met Seifer's in mid stroke. Both weapons pushed against each other, both opponents forcing their weight into the weapons. Seifer was holding back. The tall blond was built differently than he was and weighed more. If he had thrown his entire weight into the blow Squall knew he couldn't have blocked it. But why was he holding back?
Seifer smirked, an evil glimmer appearing in his eyes. Squall's own eyes narrowed when he saw this, wondering what the next move would be. The taller man's fist met squarely with the younger man's right jaw. Sparks flew as he knocked the gunblade from Squall's hand with a single stroke of his. Squall fell backward into the dirt. For a moment Squall thought that his jaw had been broken, a sharp pain traveling through the muscle. The next thing he knew, the tip of the Hyperion was pointed at him, only a few inches away from his throat.
He pushed the gunblade away and stood up.
"Next time I won't be so easy on you." Seifer frowned.
Squall walked over to the Lionheart and picked it up. Seifer had the chance to kill him. Why didn't he take it? It wasn't as if he had anything to lose. He could have maimed him to almost beyond recognition then left him laying there in the dirt, blaming the death on a T-Rexaur. Seifer wouldn't have to say a thing. All he would have to do was clean his gunblade and walk off.
The ground rumbled, grabbing both of their attentions. The recognizable footsteps of a large creature grew closer. A T-Rexaur. In his side vision, he saw Seifer pull out a potion and use it on himself. So he had caused some damage to him during the fight.
The T-Rexaur smashed through the trees and appeared behind the two men, roaring its rage. Squall let loose the limit break he had been saving from earlier, each slash of the Lionheart causing critical damage to the monster. Soon a bloodied beast lay at their feet.
"You were holding out on me." Seifer smirked at him. "You had it in you after all."
Squall was about to reply when another roar was heard. This one was joined by another. "Two?"
Another roar. "Three?"
"Damn it! Where are they?" Seifer slashed his gunblade out to the side. Suddenly a realization hit him. "They can't be smart enough to attack in a group!"
Rinoa was thrown into the bushes as two large T-Rexaurs stormed by. Vines entwined themselves around her arms and legs as she tried to stand. A third T-Rexaur appeared on the opposite side of the two battle ready fighters.
"Here!"
Squall caught the elixir thrown to him by Seifer. He didn't waste any time in wondering why his rival had cared to help him. He downed the elixir and held his weapon at the ready.
"Fire!" Rinoa yelled. The vines were incinerated by a firey blast. Her blue outfit had gotten scorched in the process, but she could worry about that later. Kicking the vines out of her way, she pulled her way out of the bushes and ran towards the battle, her only hope was that they were alright.