Trust My Heart
by Angel Wings Rinoa (Cathy-chan)
Chapter 11: Justice
"Are you absolutely sure this time?" He looked up to the jagged, sloping hill blocking the view of the Communication Tower, his eyes aloof but burning with a certain task.
"AFFIRMATIVE," a female answered.
"The Balamb bike's right there. Took a long while to find too," his male comrade supplied, pointing to a thick nestle of bushes where they found the smoking pile that was once a motorcycle. He took a deep breath and said reluctantly, "We wanna go with you, ya know?"
"I know, Raijin. Don't even think of following me."
"But that's what you said before," he argued. "You need our help, ya know!?"
"No, I don't need any help."
"Fuujin..." moaned to his partner.
She shook her head, then directed her gaze to their leader. Fuujin's exposed, pale eye bespoke acceptance. "GO."
Seifer gave his two friends a casual salute before dashing up the ascending spiral of the mountain path. Hyperion was loaded and primed for a battle.
"We'll be down here if you need any help. Don't forget, ya know?" Raijin exclaimed before he was completely out of sight.
He would not forget, he would merely disregard the fact. He needed no one, and he certainly didn't want anyone to touch the bomber, but him. He paid no mind to the beauty of the sun silhouetting Dollet's peaceful form nor his posse's warning that they caught a glimpse of Selphie and Zell not too far away. If the act was done quickly and silenty, less questions would be asked consequently. The memory of Grandon's people starved for justice. As for himself: he needed resolve.
There was movement when he arrived behind a natural formation of a rock wall, a dozen feet from the tower. Next he saw Quistis advanced out of a tear in the tower's wall, her whip clasped bravely in her hand. Her head turned to every corner and crevice, as if expecting his presense.
He felt like shouting his lungs out and banging his skull on the rocks. Again, his task was hindered by SeeD. Not only was Bradley with someone, he was also with someone who anticipated his ambush.
No matter. He would have his justice. He had several ways of making a SeeD cease to be an obstacle. Without taking his eyes off the deterrent woman, he clicked Hyperion's saftey off.
"Come out. I know you're there," Quistis said to the tall, rock formation in front of her.
"Well, well. If it isn't Ex-Instructor Trepe." Seifer sprang to the wall's top surface. "Still hung up on your new fling, I see."
The hand holding the whip tensed. "He's not a fling."
Seifer grinned venomously. "No? Funny. Your half-naked state's contradicting your words." He let out a loud, unkind laugh. "Did he make you believe he was innocent when he laid with you in," He glanced around quickly and corrected himself, "on some dirty ground somewhere?"
He caught the impression of a black blur before feeling a sting on his cheekbone. The straight, deep cut was a finger-width's away from his left eye. Another blur, and his lip bled. He blocked the third blow. The whip tore his sleeve into shreds.
"Wow!" Seifer exclaimed mockingly. "He must've really made you 'believe'!"
He was astonished to see Quistis' eyes too bright and shimmering.
Seifer grunted and wiped the blood dripping from his lip. "He's not worth it, Quistis." He jumped down and raised his gunblade at Quistis. "You don't know who you're protecting."
"Don't tell me what to do," she spat in a harsh, breathless whisper.
For a quarter of an hour, Raijin kept glancing to Seifer's direction, the muscles on his brawny legs twitching to sprint. "He's been acting real insane lately, ya know? Aagh! Don't get it! Why's he so bent on this Bradley guy?"
"GRANDON," Fuujin asnwered.
"Hmmm...guess he thinks he has a lot to make up for, eh?"
Fuujin nodded sadly. "...YES."
"W-Well you know I don't like just waiting around. It's annoying, ya know? Can't we go up and uh....check if he's doing okay?"
"NO."
"But–!"
Fuujin marched confidently forward and kicked him on the shin. "NO."
"Yaaaaooow!!" Raijin squawked. "That hurt, ya know!?"
She raised an eyebrow at her partner, shaking her head. Then shortly: "SEED!"
"Whu–?"
She spun him around and cranked his head to the spiralling path up the hill. "SEED!!"
A van screeched and stopped directly at the path. Four SeeDs jumped out of the vehicle. The tallest one of them dragged a sandy-haired man behind him.
Raijin smacked his forehead furiously. Him and his comrade dashed to them, their weapons ready. "Oh, SeeD!! Hey!" he shouted, halting in front of them. "Stop right there, ya know?"
"Get out of the way," Squall stated.
"No. Seifer'd say you'd be coming. So we're here to stop you. Right, Fuujin?"
"AFFIRMATIVE," she raised her sharp, circular weapon above her elbow.
Irvine snorted and tapped his shotgun on his hat. The infamous Grandon Bomber dangled from his other hand, gagged (to the cowboy's satisfaction) and bound. "So like....you wanna take all four of us on?"
"If that's what it takes, yah!"
Quistis dove in time to avoid Seifer's Firaga. Without a GF Junctioned to her or Magical items, she had nothing but her whip to retaliate with. As she dove and slid on the dusty, rocky ground, she wrapped her whip's end around her opponent's neck and she pulled hard, sending him chin first to the ground. She strode purposefully to him, her eyes wild with fury. Below her, Seifer laughed softly to himself, "Well done, Ex-Instructor."
She pulled harder on the whip. "That's Ms. Quistis Trepe, Ex-Knight."
"Well done," he said again. Away from her vision, he used swept Hyperion low on the ground and caught her heels. He tugged the leather weapon off his neck and stood up. He had switched who held the control, he was now the one looking down at her, both the whip and gunblade in his hands. "Well done, but you and I both know you can't stop me. Take me to him. Now."
Quistis raised herself on her knees; she glared at him maliciously.
"Still protecting him, are you?" He raised Hyperion on to his shoulder. "Do I have to remind you who's in charge, Qusitis? That was not a request."
Her glare did not waver. Angrily she spat on her boots.
The gunblade's tip hovered closer to her face. He laughed again; but it sounded empty and anxious. "Hah!....What!? You're going to die for this...this con bomber?"
She didn't answer. She didn't need to.
Seifer raised his weapon on his shoulder. He tapped Hyperion's blunt edge on the nape of his neck, while he rummaged through his mind for another tactic.
"Boss!" Raijin called out, charging up the path. Fuujin trailed behind him.
"I thought I told I didn't need any help!" Seifer spat.
"They're here, ya know? Squall and the others. We couldn't hold them back. They're comin' up."
Squall's again in my way! Seifer thought. But I'm so close! Bradley has to be here. On its own, his mind flashed back to an image of Quistis appearing out of a hole in the metal wall.
"Fuujin!"
"YES?"
"Do you have Pandemona with you?"
"YES."
"Use it to blow that wall down."
"AFFIRMATIVE." A flash of light and a breeze surrounded Fuujin's slender form. A long, purple creature arose behind her. It stopped in front of the wall and began forming a tornado from the ground up. The metal structure trembled as the strong winds forced it out of the earth. The curved wall cracked and bent as it was pulled into the tornado's center. With its duty fulfilled, Pandemona ceased its movements and vanished into thin air.
At last, Seifer saw him. Under his sandy-coloured bangs the other man gazed back from the ground, the turquoise of his eyes darkening at the approach of a storm. Seifer called back the last day he spoke to him. Three years ago...
"Seifer! There's a slacker at the back. Won't keep walking, ya know?"
He approached the last student following their organized line-up of SGS students. "Something wrong, student?"
"No, I was jus' thinkin'–."
"You're not supposed to think. You're supposed to walk. Keep up with the rest of the group or I'll make sure you don't get back to Galbadia Garden. Is that clear?"
"Perfectly, but I thought I saw my pop–."
"Didn't you hear what I said? I said–!"
"Aye, not to think, I know, but I can't not think. Ye need yer brain to walk. Otherwise how would yer frontal lobe an' cerebellum operate neurons that'll–."
"Don't be smart with me!" Seifer snapped. "I don't care if you're the smartest student that ever lived. I told you that we're leaving. So get going."
"But I saw my pop! An'–An' I have to get to him! He's–! Aaaaagh!"
Seifer hauled him by the collar of his shirt. "Blah, blah, blah. I told you to walk and you're gonna– Hey!" While he wasn't looking, the student slipped off his jacket and ran the opposite direction. "Shit! Raijin! Take care of the other students." Seifer called to the one herding the obedient students to the main entrance.
"Where are ya going? We're gonna be late for the train back to Galbadia, ya know?"
"I'll catch up. A student needs to be disciplined." He bolted after the student missing his red and black jacket. He chased the student through halls and stairwells. Seifer saw a blur of white and crimson enter Grandon's Docking Area. Within the automatic, closed door he hear the other boy shouting, "Pop! Wait! Stop!"
"He's getting suspension when we get back..." Seifer muttered to himself. In a hurry, the other one-third of his posse nearly bumped into him. "Fuujin! What're you doing here?"
"ASSIST."
"Don't need your help. I can take care of this student myself."
"WHERE?"
"He's in there. Stupid guy's trying to tag after his father. Go back to Raijin. He's gonna need some help with the other Galbadians."
She clicked her heels together and nodded. "AFFIRMATIVE."
Seifer watched Fuujin, made sure she headed for the exit, before pivoting back to the automatic doors. He entered the enormous docking area of the ship.
A flash of light blinded and knocked him to the floor. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. He opened his eyes to see the Garden's metal walls ripping apart to pieces. At the bottom of the docking area, the screams of SeeDs and GFs were clipped short as they were obliterated instantly–
Since hearing the rumours of The Grandon Bomber's return, Seifer felt a force driving him to an obsession: justice. He could not understand what force drove him. That is, until now. Reality slipped from him a moment as the atrocity pulled him back in time. He could almost feel ashes swarming his nostrils, and his heat on his hand as he reached for a burning man. The murderer of an entire population of students, SeeDs and civilians did not use an explosive device, yet he bore a much stronger, destructive power. It should have been obvious; he himself experienced first-hand its deception and terror. Hyperion's weight nudged him forward, cajoling him for blood, repayment for all the ones spilled years hence.
Seifer hadn't known he was moving until he felt his weapon being tugged.
"Stop! This isn't going to solve anything." It was Squall again.
A corner of his lips twitched into an ironic smile. "...You SeeDs are starting to become a real nuisance." He placed his left hand on Squall's. "Let go of my gunblade."
There was a flash under his hand.
"Aaah!!" Squall screamed. Seifer's Fira scrorched his forehand, from his leather glove down to his burned skin.
"Squall!" Selphie screeched. She ran to his side while Zell and Irvine directed fists and a shotgun at the Ex-Knight.
"Fuujin, Raijin. Do whatever's necessary to stop them," he called to his posse without looking back. He heard and saw none of the battle that began between Squall's SeeD and his posse. All of his concentration and hatred were centred on one man, as if the world had come to only him and the motionless form, leaning against a metal wall.
"You're not just a meager mechanic that flunked becoming a SeeD, are you?" he spoke evenly, his tone conversational, to Bradley. "I wouldn't be surprised if your father wasn't saying "monster" at a Guardian Force, but at something...someone else."
His enemy did not speak or move –even his breathing seemed to have stopped. He merely stared, a storm brewing behind his eyes. Somewhere not too far away, a creature cried.
"Say something!" Seifer urged. "Don't you feel anything for killing all of those people!?"
The slightest twitch touched Bradley's eyes.
"Don' ye feel anythin' for 'em? This is cruel!"
"How does it feel to have their blood on your hands!?" Seifer persisted.
Another slight movement.
"I saw what ye did. Don' deny it. I saw the blood on yer hands!!"
"Do you know how many people's blood is on your hands? Whose blood they are!?"
"I saw her blood on yer hands. How could you –?"
"You're going to feel what they felt. I'm going to do what I should have done when I saw you lying in the city you destroyed!"
Seifer was very close now, his booted feet brushed a prone, bandaged leg. One swift, plummet of his gunblade into the man's heart, and it would be over. Hyperion's sharp tip drew a red line on Bradley's chest. Seifer raised his weapon, and let the weight of his body press the gunblade downward.
The weapon never entered Bradley's chest. While the tip of his gunblade hovered in mid-air, he heard the loud cry of an angry creature. He was distracted as a whip encircled itself around his wrists. At the other end of the whip she stood, dishevelled and furious. He had forgotten all about her, hadn't realised that her weapon slipped from his hand when he moved to burn Squall's.
"I've told you, you can't stop me!" he shouted fiercely.
Firaga lit from his hands, its heat and the strength of his arms broke the whip in half. Once again, he fired the elemental magic and missed his mark. She rolled on the ground, lunged for a palm-sized rock and aimed it at the side of his head.
The last Seifer heard before blacking out was Quistis shouting his enemy's name.
To be continued...
by Angel Wings Rinoa (Cathy-chan)
Chapter 11: Justice
"Are you absolutely sure this time?" He looked up to the jagged, sloping hill blocking the view of the Communication Tower, his eyes aloof but burning with a certain task.
"AFFIRMATIVE," a female answered.
"The Balamb bike's right there. Took a long while to find too," his male comrade supplied, pointing to a thick nestle of bushes where they found the smoking pile that was once a motorcycle. He took a deep breath and said reluctantly, "We wanna go with you, ya know?"
"I know, Raijin. Don't even think of following me."
"But that's what you said before," he argued. "You need our help, ya know!?"
"No, I don't need any help."
"Fuujin..." moaned to his partner.
She shook her head, then directed her gaze to their leader. Fuujin's exposed, pale eye bespoke acceptance. "GO."
Seifer gave his two friends a casual salute before dashing up the ascending spiral of the mountain path. Hyperion was loaded and primed for a battle.
"We'll be down here if you need any help. Don't forget, ya know?" Raijin exclaimed before he was completely out of sight.
He would not forget, he would merely disregard the fact. He needed no one, and he certainly didn't want anyone to touch the bomber, but him. He paid no mind to the beauty of the sun silhouetting Dollet's peaceful form nor his posse's warning that they caught a glimpse of Selphie and Zell not too far away. If the act was done quickly and silenty, less questions would be asked consequently. The memory of Grandon's people starved for justice. As for himself: he needed resolve.
There was movement when he arrived behind a natural formation of a rock wall, a dozen feet from the tower. Next he saw Quistis advanced out of a tear in the tower's wall, her whip clasped bravely in her hand. Her head turned to every corner and crevice, as if expecting his presense.
He felt like shouting his lungs out and banging his skull on the rocks. Again, his task was hindered by SeeD. Not only was Bradley with someone, he was also with someone who anticipated his ambush.
No matter. He would have his justice. He had several ways of making a SeeD cease to be an obstacle. Without taking his eyes off the deterrent woman, he clicked Hyperion's saftey off.
"Come out. I know you're there," Quistis said to the tall, rock formation in front of her.
"Well, well. If it isn't Ex-Instructor Trepe." Seifer sprang to the wall's top surface. "Still hung up on your new fling, I see."
The hand holding the whip tensed. "He's not a fling."
Seifer grinned venomously. "No? Funny. Your half-naked state's contradicting your words." He let out a loud, unkind laugh. "Did he make you believe he was innocent when he laid with you in," He glanced around quickly and corrected himself, "on some dirty ground somewhere?"
He caught the impression of a black blur before feeling a sting on his cheekbone. The straight, deep cut was a finger-width's away from his left eye. Another blur, and his lip bled. He blocked the third blow. The whip tore his sleeve into shreds.
"Wow!" Seifer exclaimed mockingly. "He must've really made you 'believe'!"
He was astonished to see Quistis' eyes too bright and shimmering.
Seifer grunted and wiped the blood dripping from his lip. "He's not worth it, Quistis." He jumped down and raised his gunblade at Quistis. "You don't know who you're protecting."
"Don't tell me what to do," she spat in a harsh, breathless whisper.
For a quarter of an hour, Raijin kept glancing to Seifer's direction, the muscles on his brawny legs twitching to sprint. "He's been acting real insane lately, ya know? Aagh! Don't get it! Why's he so bent on this Bradley guy?"
"GRANDON," Fuujin asnwered.
"Hmmm...guess he thinks he has a lot to make up for, eh?"
Fuujin nodded sadly. "...YES."
"W-Well you know I don't like just waiting around. It's annoying, ya know? Can't we go up and uh....check if he's doing okay?"
"NO."
"But–!"
Fuujin marched confidently forward and kicked him on the shin. "NO."
"Yaaaaooow!!" Raijin squawked. "That hurt, ya know!?"
She raised an eyebrow at her partner, shaking her head. Then shortly: "SEED!"
"Whu–?"
She spun him around and cranked his head to the spiralling path up the hill. "SEED!!"
A van screeched and stopped directly at the path. Four SeeDs jumped out of the vehicle. The tallest one of them dragged a sandy-haired man behind him.
Raijin smacked his forehead furiously. Him and his comrade dashed to them, their weapons ready. "Oh, SeeD!! Hey!" he shouted, halting in front of them. "Stop right there, ya know?"
"Get out of the way," Squall stated.
"No. Seifer'd say you'd be coming. So we're here to stop you. Right, Fuujin?"
"AFFIRMATIVE," she raised her sharp, circular weapon above her elbow.
Irvine snorted and tapped his shotgun on his hat. The infamous Grandon Bomber dangled from his other hand, gagged (to the cowboy's satisfaction) and bound. "So like....you wanna take all four of us on?"
"If that's what it takes, yah!"
Quistis dove in time to avoid Seifer's Firaga. Without a GF Junctioned to her or Magical items, she had nothing but her whip to retaliate with. As she dove and slid on the dusty, rocky ground, she wrapped her whip's end around her opponent's neck and she pulled hard, sending him chin first to the ground. She strode purposefully to him, her eyes wild with fury. Below her, Seifer laughed softly to himself, "Well done, Ex-Instructor."
She pulled harder on the whip. "That's Ms. Quistis Trepe, Ex-Knight."
"Well done," he said again. Away from her vision, he used swept Hyperion low on the ground and caught her heels. He tugged the leather weapon off his neck and stood up. He had switched who held the control, he was now the one looking down at her, both the whip and gunblade in his hands. "Well done, but you and I both know you can't stop me. Take me to him. Now."
Quistis raised herself on her knees; she glared at him maliciously.
"Still protecting him, are you?" He raised Hyperion on to his shoulder. "Do I have to remind you who's in charge, Qusitis? That was not a request."
Her glare did not waver. Angrily she spat on her boots.
The gunblade's tip hovered closer to her face. He laughed again; but it sounded empty and anxious. "Hah!....What!? You're going to die for this...this con bomber?"
She didn't answer. She didn't need to.
Seifer raised his weapon on his shoulder. He tapped Hyperion's blunt edge on the nape of his neck, while he rummaged through his mind for another tactic.
"Boss!" Raijin called out, charging up the path. Fuujin trailed behind him.
"I thought I told I didn't need any help!" Seifer spat.
"They're here, ya know? Squall and the others. We couldn't hold them back. They're comin' up."
Squall's again in my way! Seifer thought. But I'm so close! Bradley has to be here. On its own, his mind flashed back to an image of Quistis appearing out of a hole in the metal wall.
"Fuujin!"
"YES?"
"Do you have Pandemona with you?"
"YES."
"Use it to blow that wall down."
"AFFIRMATIVE." A flash of light and a breeze surrounded Fuujin's slender form. A long, purple creature arose behind her. It stopped in front of the wall and began forming a tornado from the ground up. The metal structure trembled as the strong winds forced it out of the earth. The curved wall cracked and bent as it was pulled into the tornado's center. With its duty fulfilled, Pandemona ceased its movements and vanished into thin air.
At last, Seifer saw him. Under his sandy-coloured bangs the other man gazed back from the ground, the turquoise of his eyes darkening at the approach of a storm. Seifer called back the last day he spoke to him. Three years ago...
"Seifer! There's a slacker at the back. Won't keep walking, ya know?"
He approached the last student following their organized line-up of SGS students. "Something wrong, student?"
"No, I was jus' thinkin'–."
"You're not supposed to think. You're supposed to walk. Keep up with the rest of the group or I'll make sure you don't get back to Galbadia Garden. Is that clear?"
"Perfectly, but I thought I saw my pop–."
"Didn't you hear what I said? I said–!"
"Aye, not to think, I know, but I can't not think. Ye need yer brain to walk. Otherwise how would yer frontal lobe an' cerebellum operate neurons that'll–."
"Don't be smart with me!" Seifer snapped. "I don't care if you're the smartest student that ever lived. I told you that we're leaving. So get going."
"But I saw my pop! An'–An' I have to get to him! He's–! Aaaaagh!"
Seifer hauled him by the collar of his shirt. "Blah, blah, blah. I told you to walk and you're gonna– Hey!" While he wasn't looking, the student slipped off his jacket and ran the opposite direction. "Shit! Raijin! Take care of the other students." Seifer called to the one herding the obedient students to the main entrance.
"Where are ya going? We're gonna be late for the train back to Galbadia, ya know?"
"I'll catch up. A student needs to be disciplined." He bolted after the student missing his red and black jacket. He chased the student through halls and stairwells. Seifer saw a blur of white and crimson enter Grandon's Docking Area. Within the automatic, closed door he hear the other boy shouting, "Pop! Wait! Stop!"
"He's getting suspension when we get back..." Seifer muttered to himself. In a hurry, the other one-third of his posse nearly bumped into him. "Fuujin! What're you doing here?"
"ASSIST."
"Don't need your help. I can take care of this student myself."
"WHERE?"
"He's in there. Stupid guy's trying to tag after his father. Go back to Raijin. He's gonna need some help with the other Galbadians."
She clicked her heels together and nodded. "AFFIRMATIVE."
Seifer watched Fuujin, made sure she headed for the exit, before pivoting back to the automatic doors. He entered the enormous docking area of the ship.
A flash of light blinded and knocked him to the floor. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. He opened his eyes to see the Garden's metal walls ripping apart to pieces. At the bottom of the docking area, the screams of SeeDs and GFs were clipped short as they were obliterated instantly–
Since hearing the rumours of The Grandon Bomber's return, Seifer felt a force driving him to an obsession: justice. He could not understand what force drove him. That is, until now. Reality slipped from him a moment as the atrocity pulled him back in time. He could almost feel ashes swarming his nostrils, and his heat on his hand as he reached for a burning man. The murderer of an entire population of students, SeeDs and civilians did not use an explosive device, yet he bore a much stronger, destructive power. It should have been obvious; he himself experienced first-hand its deception and terror. Hyperion's weight nudged him forward, cajoling him for blood, repayment for all the ones spilled years hence.
Seifer hadn't known he was moving until he felt his weapon being tugged.
"Stop! This isn't going to solve anything." It was Squall again.
A corner of his lips twitched into an ironic smile. "...You SeeDs are starting to become a real nuisance." He placed his left hand on Squall's. "Let go of my gunblade."
There was a flash under his hand.
"Aaah!!" Squall screamed. Seifer's Fira scrorched his forehand, from his leather glove down to his burned skin.
"Squall!" Selphie screeched. She ran to his side while Zell and Irvine directed fists and a shotgun at the Ex-Knight.
"Fuujin, Raijin. Do whatever's necessary to stop them," he called to his posse without looking back. He heard and saw none of the battle that began between Squall's SeeD and his posse. All of his concentration and hatred were centred on one man, as if the world had come to only him and the motionless form, leaning against a metal wall.
"You're not just a meager mechanic that flunked becoming a SeeD, are you?" he spoke evenly, his tone conversational, to Bradley. "I wouldn't be surprised if your father wasn't saying "monster" at a Guardian Force, but at something...someone else."
His enemy did not speak or move –even his breathing seemed to have stopped. He merely stared, a storm brewing behind his eyes. Somewhere not too far away, a creature cried.
"Say something!" Seifer urged. "Don't you feel anything for killing all of those people!?"
The slightest twitch touched Bradley's eyes.
"Don' ye feel anythin' for 'em? This is cruel!"
"How does it feel to have their blood on your hands!?" Seifer persisted.
Another slight movement.
"I saw what ye did. Don' deny it. I saw the blood on yer hands!!"
"Do you know how many people's blood is on your hands? Whose blood they are!?"
"I saw her blood on yer hands. How could you –?"
"You're going to feel what they felt. I'm going to do what I should have done when I saw you lying in the city you destroyed!"
Seifer was very close now, his booted feet brushed a prone, bandaged leg. One swift, plummet of his gunblade into the man's heart, and it would be over. Hyperion's sharp tip drew a red line on Bradley's chest. Seifer raised his weapon, and let the weight of his body press the gunblade downward.
The weapon never entered Bradley's chest. While the tip of his gunblade hovered in mid-air, he heard the loud cry of an angry creature. He was distracted as a whip encircled itself around his wrists. At the other end of the whip she stood, dishevelled and furious. He had forgotten all about her, hadn't realised that her weapon slipped from his hand when he moved to burn Squall's.
"I've told you, you can't stop me!" he shouted fiercely.
Firaga lit from his hands, its heat and the strength of his arms broke the whip in half. Once again, he fired the elemental magic and missed his mark. She rolled on the ground, lunged for a palm-sized rock and aimed it at the side of his head.
The last Seifer heard before blacking out was Quistis shouting his enemy's name.
To be continued...