Disclaimer: If I owned them I would only butcher them more, so its a good thing I don't.

Let me count the words


A little less than half of them had attacked Morning-glory, fully visible, three hours past dawn, hoping, it seemed, to grab as many children as possible and run. They had no doubt believed Sephiroth would be hampered by the civilians clogging the streets. They were right. Only seventy percent of their force died.

An hour or so before the attack on Morning-glory Riku lead his own troops into the enemy camp. A brave and daring scout had seen smoke from the cook fires the night before, and it was just too good an opportunity for the silver haired warrior to pass up. Those retreating from the failed Morning-glory campaign ran right into Riku's force occupying their abandoned camp. The destruction was massive.