Beginning
Cloud stepped out of the dark, murky cave and out onto the open fields. Sunlight bathed the swaying grasses on the other side of the swamp. Beneath the surface of the water twisted and curled the Zolom. Cloud readied Ultima Weapon; turned and nodded once to Vincent. Vincent's scarf billowed like a silken flame as he leapt into the air, landed deftly on a lily pad, and continued in this fashion towards the opposite shore, even through the shallow depths. The Ice materia in the Ultima Weapon flashed once and as the Zolom broke the surface of the water, body bent in a backwards 'L'. Cloud touched the sword to the swamp, and the lake froze over immediately in a flare of white. The Zolom was no exception-the green and orange scales turned a cold blue. Vincent turned and fired his gun; the force from the twin barrels, more than anything, shattered the frozen snake. Cloud stepped onto the ice and dashed nimbly across, just as the spell lost it's effect and the water liquefied once more. In the distance, Midgar loomed, fresh out of repairs, a metal haven out-of-place amidst the calm of the surrounding area.
"So you're going to resurrect Sephiroth," Vincent murmured, staring at Cloud as Cloud, in turn, gazed at Midgar.
"Yeah. If what I've heard is true, then it's our only chance, Vincent." He began toward the city at a steady clip, Mako-blue eyes trained on his target. Vincent followed.
"And what exactly have you heard?" Vincent replied.
"That the new president at ShinRa-"
"Athene."
"Right. Athene. She's rumored to have created her own Weapon."
"Weapon?" Vincent came to a dead stop. "As in, Ruby and Emerald?"
"Yeah." Cloud stopped, too, and glanced back at him. "Even more powerful than the originals." From his pocket Cloud produced a small red orb, swirling with inner energy. He held it up to the light and watched the lances of sunshine split and dance within. "Even the Knights of The Round wouldn't leave a scratch on it."
Vincent's expression, which was usually solemn enough, became even more so. "So Sephiroth is our only chance."
"And a longshot, too," Cloud remarked, before turning and starting toward Midgar again.
Vincent silently followed.
Behind them, two figures silently stole behind rocks and beneath shadows. They whispered to each other only what absolutely had to be said and were otherwise invisible. Either wielded a katana made of solidified Mako energy-in essence, a "Materia Blade".
Cloud stepped out of the dark, murky cave and out onto the open fields. Sunlight bathed the swaying grasses on the other side of the swamp. Beneath the surface of the water twisted and curled the Zolom. Cloud readied Ultima Weapon; turned and nodded once to Vincent. Vincent's scarf billowed like a silken flame as he leapt into the air, landed deftly on a lily pad, and continued in this fashion towards the opposite shore, even through the shallow depths. The Ice materia in the Ultima Weapon flashed once and as the Zolom broke the surface of the water, body bent in a backwards 'L'. Cloud touched the sword to the swamp, and the lake froze over immediately in a flare of white. The Zolom was no exception-the green and orange scales turned a cold blue. Vincent turned and fired his gun; the force from the twin barrels, more than anything, shattered the frozen snake. Cloud stepped onto the ice and dashed nimbly across, just as the spell lost it's effect and the water liquefied once more. In the distance, Midgar loomed, fresh out of repairs, a metal haven out-of-place amidst the calm of the surrounding area.
"So you're going to resurrect Sephiroth," Vincent murmured, staring at Cloud as Cloud, in turn, gazed at Midgar.
"Yeah. If what I've heard is true, then it's our only chance, Vincent." He began toward the city at a steady clip, Mako-blue eyes trained on his target. Vincent followed.
"And what exactly have you heard?" Vincent replied.
"That the new president at ShinRa-"
"Athene."
"Right. Athene. She's rumored to have created her own Weapon."
"Weapon?" Vincent came to a dead stop. "As in, Ruby and Emerald?"
"Yeah." Cloud stopped, too, and glanced back at him. "Even more powerful than the originals." From his pocket Cloud produced a small red orb, swirling with inner energy. He held it up to the light and watched the lances of sunshine split and dance within. "Even the Knights of The Round wouldn't leave a scratch on it."
Vincent's expression, which was usually solemn enough, became even more so. "So Sephiroth is our only chance."
"And a longshot, too," Cloud remarked, before turning and starting toward Midgar again.
Vincent silently followed.
Behind them, two figures silently stole behind rocks and beneath shadows. They whispered to each other only what absolutely had to be said and were otherwise invisible. Either wielded a katana made of solidified Mako energy-in essence, a "Materia Blade".