Of Mistakes and switched bodies
-chapter three-
The T-Rexaurs were relentless. It was as if the beasts had planned this attack themselves. One of the monsters swung its tale at Seifer. He was able to block it easily, but was knocked flat by the attack from the one behind him. Seifer stood up and charged the T-Rexaur behind him, stabbing his gunblade all the way up to its hilt in the monsters underside. The T-Rexaur screamed as Seifer forced the blade upward before finally pulling it out.
"It's still fighting?" asked Seifer as he eyed the T-Rexaur in wonder. The fire red creature was still standing, willing to fight even though it sported a long gash along its stomach area. The wound didn't even seem to affect it at all. Seifer tightened his grip on the Hyperion. He'd just have to try harder.
A blizzaga spell from Squall critically damaged the T-Rexaur, but still it stood. Only after another blizzaga, this one from Seifer, did it finally fall. One of the other two T-Rexaur's snapped at Squall, barely missing catching the edge of his jacket in its powerful jaws. Squall counter attacked, slashing the T-Rexaur in the face before it had a chance to jerk its head back up. The monster cried out, unable to see through its right eye as its own blood blinded it.
It thrashed wildly, knocking Seifer back in the process. Seifer yelled in pain, feeling his ribs crack under the blow. The muscles in his shoulders ached. His insides ached. Even gritting his teeth against the pain he couldn't make himself stand.
Squall felt it coming. He narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on the Lionheart as his limit break came. There. There it was. He felt it.
He rushed at the enemy and uppercuts them into the air, leaping into the air after them, slashing at the T-Rexaur. Sixteen hits afterward, he ended with a diagonal strike. The T-Rexaur fell back to the ground and didn't move. Lion Heart. Too bad that after the move he didn't see the tail of the other T-Rexaur whistling in the air toward him. The tail hit him over the head, knocking him into darkness.
The third T-Rexaur nudged the the two still bodies of the men with its nose. Strangely enough, it walked away shortly after, probably thinking that the fighters were dead. As soon as the T-Rexaur was out of sight, Rinoa ran to Squall and leaned down by him. He was still breathing, but barely. To her dispair she found that she didn't have any cures, cura, or curaga spells in her magic inventory. Plus there weren't any potions or curing items in her inventory.
Then she remembered something. She didn't need any! She was a sorceress! A sorceress didn't need to rely on items or stocked magic. Walking back a few feet, she raised her hands and concentrated. For some reason the spell didn't seem to want to come out. She concentrated harder, closing her eyes. A healing light engulfed the two still forms. Rinoa could feel the curaga flow from her fingertips. It was working!
That is, until a bright light blasted her backwards, causing her to fall to the ground. She pulled herself up to a sitting position, shaking her head. Wait a minute...
Was that supposed to happen?
--Yeah, I know this one is short. Shorter than I would have liked it, too, but don't worry. Ch. 4 will be longer.--