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Everything was spinning, the room, the world, and his thoughts.
Selphie was helping him to his feet, the serene smile so out of place. Seifer couldn't help but stare at the broken half of Hyperion still clutched in his hand. The black metal was sheered right through revealing the silver inner layer. He dropped it watching it clunk to the floor in slow motion.
How was he supposed to fight the ancient GF when he had no weapon.
"Quistis?" Matron spoke up her voice soft. Quistis looked towards the woman who had been her second mother.
"Summon Eden. We will need her help" Edea said continuing to draw on the stones of the courtyard with the chalk. She had drawn a great circle, filled with concentric designs around the fountain. The three sorceresses forever trapped in stone stared down at Quistis as she began to summon.
Eden sprang from the stone around them, her grotesque form shadowing them all. Her black eyes searched them all, understand immediately what they were about to do.
(~ There is no time to waste, my daughter ~)
With the help of Eden, Edea began to teach them how to cast the spell that would be Medarra's undoing.
It's swirling black designs called to Seifer, the hilt seeming to whisper his name. Selphie struck at Gilgamesh her nunchuku slithering metallically. He moved in time with battle watching the swords circle the huge guardian force.
Excalibur.... Excalipoor....
Seifer leapt forward, his hand curling around the great hilt of the sword. With a backward motion he pulled it from the ground, it coming up into his hands as light as a feather.
"I call upon the power of the blue sorceress, and those who have came before me. The power of my mother Eden and her mother before that" Quistis said loudly her voice ringing out over the barren courtyard.
Then she began to pull power from the gem in her hand. Blue sparks shot up her arms quickly surrounding her body in an aura of azure. She channeled all the power into the tiny crystal, chanting the arcane words matron and Eden had gone over carefully with all of them. She walked carefully through the circle passing the crystal onto Rinoa.
Rinoa grasped the new blue sparkling crystal hand, taking Quistis' hand in her other.
"I call upon the power of the black sorceress, and those who have came before me. The power of Edea and the power of Ultimicia" Rinoa said as she tapped into her sorceress powers. Her creamy white wings unfurled form her back. Her wings folded around her shoulders, the white feathers brushing Qusitis' arm. She touched the tip of each wing to the crystal, a golden light surrounding her.
Ellone took the crystal from Rinoa, sliding her other hand into Qusitis' free hand.
"I call upon the power of the white sorceress, and those who have come before me. The power of my mother, and her mother before that" Ellone's voice was more timid as she cast into the crystal. Her healing magic turned the gem a brilliant white color.
The she tossed it up into the air, grasping Rinoa's free hand. There is stood in the air suspended between the three of them. They began to chant.
"You gave me that, when you defeated him in the Lunatic Pandora. The sword I had been lusting after for so long" Gilgamesh said his single red eye glaring.
"It was my father's" Seifer said his hand tightening around the cool black metal.
"I expect to receive it back before the battle is over, Almasy" Gilgamesh said striking out at him with his glimmering Excalibur. Seifer moved without thinking, blocking with the Zantetsuken.
Selphie was casting holding her nunchuku out in front of her, smile still on her face. Yellow filled Seifer's vision, as an Aura spell sprung up around him.
It sent power surging through him. Seifer felt as if his father was standing right there behind him. Watching over him as he readied the sword. The tip of the sword glinted in the dim light of the room as it slashed through the red robes hitting skin. It was like a hot knife sliding through butter.
Gilgamesh screamed golden light erupting form his uninjured eye. He threw his head back, hands clenching in rage in front of him. He was dissipating, his read robes breaking into pieces, The pieces floated to the ceiling merging with the air.
Only Medarra was left behind.