Notes: Okay, sorry the chappies have been short. A LOT of drama. I don't know whether to talk to my ex again, or not. Come to find out he has been chasing skirts since he left me. There's a lot of back history (we never cheated on each other), but this is where my mind is at. I feel stupid for caring, seeing as we're over, but... it still hurts.

Chapter 86: Battle Cry

Tinsir stood amidst the Guardians, and mortals, but still hate raged inside of her. But keeping it under control, she decided to lead the attack. Odin had already given out the battle plans, and now they suited up.

Tinsir: Selphie, get everyone on the Venus except Cid. He stays. Guardians, pray.

Selphie, and Irvine ran to the Venus getting it ready. Quistis, Zell, and Edea followed. Squall hesitated, and decided to stand his ground. But Tinsir kissed him, and told him to go with the others. He paused, looked at her with concern in his eyes, and left to the ship.

The Venus sat, ready to fly in a moment's notice. The Guardians encircled Tinsir, and went onto their knees. A shockwave ran through them, and Tinsir crossed her arms over her chest, feathery lashed lids hiding her eyes. Head bowed she meditated, and chanted a curse upon her enemy, a blessing upon her troops, and for request for honor, bravery, and victory.

She rose her face, and bolted her eyes open in a split second, and a ray of light emitted from the darkness of her eyes. Another shockwave was emitted simultaneously. It stretched to the sky, and in the gray clouds opened a swirling vortex. The purple wormhole grew to accomadate the large number of hosts.

The Guardians rose, and started thier ascents into it. Tinsir walked over to the Venus, and motion for Selphie to enter it too. They lifted off, and started for it. Tinsir, wings retracted into her back, just watched, not moving to join them.

She began to open a portal to the underworld in the ground. She was the unspecified distraction. Squall ran to the closest window to her, banging on it for her to come. Teary eyed he yelled, and screamed, his fist bloody from banging it against the glass.

Tinsir looked up at them, her foot in the portal like one does in a black pool of water, holding her cloak up. Tears streamed down her face, knowing the kiss she gave Squall may be their last. But an idea struck her. Closing the portal quickly, she lunged to the top of the Venus. Finding the grooves in the ship, she held on, a white shield enveloping them.

The tunnel was dark, long, and violent. Selphie freaked out a little, realizing that it wasn't she controlling the vessel. Letting go of the controls, they moved, being guided by the Fallen One. Finally the ship was spit out on the other end, Tinsir's wings emerged as she was thrown from it, and she glided down as she used telekinesis to gently set down the Venus.

Odin rode upto Tinsir, and gave her an evil glare. She stood up straight, and told him via telepathy what she was doing- using an astral projection to fight in the underworld. Then she grinned evilly, and said, "Multi tasking."

Now, a great number of Guardians would never go unnoticed. And this was no exception. They started towards the main city, and were intercepted by a larger army of demons, and dark Guardians. Across the green plains, atop the vivid flowers, blood began to be shed.

Now let me begin by describing our place of battle. Flowers of colors unseen by human eyes, and bright and alive. OUr realm but a mere shadow in comparison. The fields was mostly a shade of deep green grass that came up to about Selphie's mid calf. Flowers of different sorts, many long extinct in the mortal realm, were scattered about.

The Guardians, and such came from the south whereas the enemy came from the north. A large, decaying castle stood behind the dark mass of evil troops, and a forest lay to the east. More plains lay to the west, but another forest could be seen about two miles away. Slight hills were everywhere, and Tinsir stood atop such looking at her foes. The Guardians behind her, Squall by her side, she smirked.

Odin rode next to her, holding the reigns of two horses, one of black, and one of white. Tinsir, and Squall sat upon them accordingly, and she never took her eyes off of the looming horizon.

Odin: Child, are you ready?

Tinsir: Aye. Are ye, old man?

Odin: *laughs* Don't be cocky now. It doesn't suit thee.

Tinsir: *laughs* ...... Odin... Do you think my father remembers me?

Odin: I am not certain. Have faith, Child.

Squall (trying to be funny, but failing): I never have met my possible in laws.

Tinsir (smiles): Hyne may be too much for a mortal.

Squall: Whatever. I was trying to-

Tinsir (leans, and kisses his cheek): I know. (looks into his storming eyes) I love you.

Squall (embarassed from the troops looking at them): I.. love you too. Sorry...

Tinsir: So believeable. I know, you don't like to express yourself in front of others. It's okay.

Squall: Whatever.

Tinsir: *deep breath* Okay, we need to charge on my call, okay?

Odin/ Squall: *nods*

Tinsir pulled a sword from her sheath, the black wings emerging from her back. Squall did likewise, and held onto the reigns tighter. Raising the sword above her head, she halted, watching the enemy's movements like a hawk. Blue eyes under a furrowed brow, Squall looked at his foes, knowing dread in his bosom.

Tinsir held her hand steady, the shaking of fear in her other hand. Shaking it off discreetly, she finally gave the signal. Her arm shot forward, an inhuman cry from her mouth. The sound of doom upon a dying man echoed from the hollows of her throat. Selphie, and the others had to cover their ears, and they were upon horses as well.

Upon the battle cry they charged, every Guardian ready for any attack, ready to play just as dirty as their foes. Their homeland on the brink of destruction, they had nothing to lose. Ot is never wise to put any Guardian, much less many, or espcially the fallen daughter of Hyne Himself. Cold blooded, and near heartless, Tinsir would stop at nothing. And she had the army that would follow through with her commands. The age of unrelenting evil was being challenged.