A/N This is my second Final Fantasy fic. Please R&R. Any advice is
appreciated.
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The gold laced clouds drifted aimlessly in the painted sky. A slight breeze blew his dark hair about his face, some strands landing in front of his warm eyes. The grass made his back a bit cold, but he did not mind. It had been a hard day of work for him, so cold felt like heaven to his parched skin.
He sat up and looked around. Everyone was gone. He laughed inwardly. Even the idea of ale made his fellow workers race off to the nearest tavern, regardless of whether or not they had enough gil. Well, he actually felt like a glass of ale himself. After all, he felt he had deserved it after what he had done today.
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His heavy boots thudded softly on the wooden sidewalk that lay in front of the tavern. Gold hair was all he saw before he landed squarely on his rump. He got up quickly, drawing his wide blade, and looked around. Standing in front of him was a woman with gold hair and a wicked looking rapier. The thin blade was stained red. The blood seemed to be from a large man bearing a spiked mace. His left arm had been taken completely off. Though, he wondered how a rapier could do that. He had to be cautious. If the rapier had done that to the man, then the woman was lighting fast and not a fool.
The large man spoke. "You'll pay for that, you little harlot!" The man swung his mace over his head and aimed it at the woman. It did not go that direction. It was headed towards him.
He held his sword defensively over his head, blocking the mace from his head. The chain hung over his blade. The large man tried pulling it back, but the woman took the opportunity to lunge forward and plunge her blade right through him. He gasped as blood spilled over his lips and he fell to the ground.
The mace head nearly landed on his boots. He certainly did not desire to anger that woman. However, he felt the need to say something. But what? She spoke first. "You injured?"
His mouth tried to form words, but failed miserably. All he managed was a nod of his head. "I am not going to kill you. You do not need to be so cautious." She laughed.
"Oh, pardon. It's just that most would find it extremely ignorant to approach you without caution." His words still stumbled a bit, but at least they formed a comprehendible sentence. His grip grew very tight around his sword's hilt.
The woman laughed again. "Is that your way of telling me you are afraid of me?"
He straightened up rather quickly. "Of course not. I am a warrior as well, and do not fear much. It is just that when a warrior you have never seen before is before you, it is wise to take caution."
She stepped a bit closer to him and examined his blade. "Believe I shall attack you, even though I said I have no intention of doing so?"
"You said you were not going to kill me, but attacking is a different matter entirely. Some warriors wish to kill all who oppose them, not just the people who offend them."
Again, she laughed. She sheathed her rapier and held her arms out to her sides. "I have no weapon now. Do still believe I shall attack you? Go on to the bar and get a drink. I've no quarrel with you." She placed her arms down to her sides. She watched him cautiously as he sheathed his blade hesitantly. He slowly walked up to her and past her, but sidestepped into the bar. He was no fool. He would not allow his back to be to her. She laughed quietly and walked away. Her duty had been fulfilled.
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Bubbles of oxygen floated up to the surface of his amber ale, popping at the top. He took small sips, contemplating what had happened in the tavern before he came. The bartender had said that the woman had been drinking a glass of ale when the large man came in. He pushed her aside and ordered a drink. The woman did not take kindly to this and she asked him to apologize, seeing as he spilt her drink when he pushed her aside. He did not feel like doing so, so she pushed him out of her way. The man got angry, drew his mace, and started to swing it at her. She drew her rapier and tried to slice through his right arm, but missed and hit his left instead. Then the fight went outside. The arm had since been cleared away from the tavern.
It still puzzled him how a rapier, wielded by anyone, could completely take off a man's arm. Rapiers were dueling swords to be used with other rapiers and fencing sabers. Impacting bone should have stopped the blade. Perhaps it could pass through the bone of a person who's arm was thin, but the large man was well muscled. Going through the muscle must have slowed the blade down a bit. She was definitely fast, but that still didn't account for why she could penetrate through the whole arm. The only explanation was that her rapier had been blessed with magic.
He shook his head. Why the hell did he need to contemplate such things now? He had his own problems to deal with. The men he slew today during work had family, and fighting family could be a bitch. Sighing, he finished his ale, paid the bartender, and left. He needed sleep, and he would probably have few opportunities after the men's families got word of their deaths.
Why had those fools wanted to up rise anyway? They were some of the best paid and hard working men that worked in the field. Building military installations couldn't have been that nerve racking to make them revolt. He figured there was a good explanation to this but he hadn't a clue.
He trudged slowly back to the inn and turned in for the night.
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A/N How did you like it? Any comments are welcomed, as well as advice.
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The gold laced clouds drifted aimlessly in the painted sky. A slight breeze blew his dark hair about his face, some strands landing in front of his warm eyes. The grass made his back a bit cold, but he did not mind. It had been a hard day of work for him, so cold felt like heaven to his parched skin.
He sat up and looked around. Everyone was gone. He laughed inwardly. Even the idea of ale made his fellow workers race off to the nearest tavern, regardless of whether or not they had enough gil. Well, he actually felt like a glass of ale himself. After all, he felt he had deserved it after what he had done today.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
His heavy boots thudded softly on the wooden sidewalk that lay in front of the tavern. Gold hair was all he saw before he landed squarely on his rump. He got up quickly, drawing his wide blade, and looked around. Standing in front of him was a woman with gold hair and a wicked looking rapier. The thin blade was stained red. The blood seemed to be from a large man bearing a spiked mace. His left arm had been taken completely off. Though, he wondered how a rapier could do that. He had to be cautious. If the rapier had done that to the man, then the woman was lighting fast and not a fool.
The large man spoke. "You'll pay for that, you little harlot!" The man swung his mace over his head and aimed it at the woman. It did not go that direction. It was headed towards him.
He held his sword defensively over his head, blocking the mace from his head. The chain hung over his blade. The large man tried pulling it back, but the woman took the opportunity to lunge forward and plunge her blade right through him. He gasped as blood spilled over his lips and he fell to the ground.
The mace head nearly landed on his boots. He certainly did not desire to anger that woman. However, he felt the need to say something. But what? She spoke first. "You injured?"
His mouth tried to form words, but failed miserably. All he managed was a nod of his head. "I am not going to kill you. You do not need to be so cautious." She laughed.
"Oh, pardon. It's just that most would find it extremely ignorant to approach you without caution." His words still stumbled a bit, but at least they formed a comprehendible sentence. His grip grew very tight around his sword's hilt.
The woman laughed again. "Is that your way of telling me you are afraid of me?"
He straightened up rather quickly. "Of course not. I am a warrior as well, and do not fear much. It is just that when a warrior you have never seen before is before you, it is wise to take caution."
She stepped a bit closer to him and examined his blade. "Believe I shall attack you, even though I said I have no intention of doing so?"
"You said you were not going to kill me, but attacking is a different matter entirely. Some warriors wish to kill all who oppose them, not just the people who offend them."
Again, she laughed. She sheathed her rapier and held her arms out to her sides. "I have no weapon now. Do still believe I shall attack you? Go on to the bar and get a drink. I've no quarrel with you." She placed her arms down to her sides. She watched him cautiously as he sheathed his blade hesitantly. He slowly walked up to her and past her, but sidestepped into the bar. He was no fool. He would not allow his back to be to her. She laughed quietly and walked away. Her duty had been fulfilled.
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Bubbles of oxygen floated up to the surface of his amber ale, popping at the top. He took small sips, contemplating what had happened in the tavern before he came. The bartender had said that the woman had been drinking a glass of ale when the large man came in. He pushed her aside and ordered a drink. The woman did not take kindly to this and she asked him to apologize, seeing as he spilt her drink when he pushed her aside. He did not feel like doing so, so she pushed him out of her way. The man got angry, drew his mace, and started to swing it at her. She drew her rapier and tried to slice through his right arm, but missed and hit his left instead. Then the fight went outside. The arm had since been cleared away from the tavern.
It still puzzled him how a rapier, wielded by anyone, could completely take off a man's arm. Rapiers were dueling swords to be used with other rapiers and fencing sabers. Impacting bone should have stopped the blade. Perhaps it could pass through the bone of a person who's arm was thin, but the large man was well muscled. Going through the muscle must have slowed the blade down a bit. She was definitely fast, but that still didn't account for why she could penetrate through the whole arm. The only explanation was that her rapier had been blessed with magic.
He shook his head. Why the hell did he need to contemplate such things now? He had his own problems to deal with. The men he slew today during work had family, and fighting family could be a bitch. Sighing, he finished his ale, paid the bartender, and left. He needed sleep, and he would probably have few opportunities after the men's families got word of their deaths.
Why had those fools wanted to up rise anyway? They were some of the best paid and hard working men that worked in the field. Building military installations couldn't have been that nerve racking to make them revolt. He figured there was a good explanation to this but he hadn't a clue.
He trudged slowly back to the inn and turned in for the night.
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A/N How did you like it? Any comments are welcomed, as well as advice.