Ha! I am the king of procrastination! It took me ... 5 months to update this blasted story, but lets just see how it works out, shall we?
Oh, and I didn't mention it before, but I own nothing related to final fantasy, legally.
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SEMIFINALS
Well, now that the first round fights were over, everyone decided to take a break. Only Bahamut, Yojimbo, Anima, and Ifrit were left; the rest had disappeared already. They all went to do various things; get some water, take a pee break, etc. Minutes later, they were all back at their previous places, ready to cheer on their allies.
Yojimbo stood in the vast expanse of the Calm lands and looked around. His opponent was currently flying circles around him, making him harder to track. Bahamut, meanwhile, was worried. He knew that Yojimbo was no fool, and he was only circling to buy enough time to come up with an effective strategy. That time, however, was short-lived: the grenade had been launched.
The samurai was indeed no fool; he already had a strategy. He quickly reached under his robe and pulled out several small knives, which he flung through the air at incredible speed strait at the great dragon. Bahamut had no time to react before they struck several key points and he came tumbling down. Bahamut then surrounded himself with a thin wall of energy, intending to land on his opponent like a bomb, but the elusive warrior dodged at the last minute. The resulting crash left a great crater, several kilometers wide. It appeared as if Yojimbo had already won, because the dragon was not moving. Wary, the aeon decended the crater wall to examine him...
Only to be blown back by 4 large, black energy balls that seemed to come out of nowhere. You see, Bahamut didn't get the title of 'King of the Dragons' for no reason. He is, in fact, smarter than most humans. Yojimbo simply didn't know that, therefore underestimating his enemy. A fatal flaw.
Stunned, the samurai stood back up, only to see two things happening very quickly: the great dragon leaping out of the hole and assuming his postion, and a brilliant, blue-white energy wave erupting from his mouth.
SEMIFINALS-FIRST ROUND-WINNER: BAHAMUT
Anima had not moved from her position from the moment she had been summoned to now. The fights just seemed to relocate to accomodate for that. Ifrit was next, and he was not cocky, but at the same time, he was not terrified. Nervous was more like it. The firey aeon had already seen for himself what she was capable of, and made it a point to not suffer the same fate. When the grenade went off in between them, he immedietly began moving.
This method may not be popular, but it was the one with the best chance of winning. Ifrit ran around to Animas back side, noticing that the Dark aeon did not seem to be able to turn. Immedietly, he gathered everything he had, all the fire he could access, and lauched a Hellfire attack that made the onlookers shield their faces from the heat. And they were a ways away. This was really something--even Yuna had never seen Ifrit use that much power on an enemy.
When the smoke cleared, however, Anima was not injured. There was only a small burn on her back.
Well, that was all he needed. Ifrits fighting spirit sank. At the same time, he seemed to levitate and float around to the front of the large creature. While the aeon floated in midair, Anima did something that would burn into the memories of all who witnessed it. She bent forward and chomped down on Ifrits left arm! The dark aeon was flinging him around like a ragdoll from her mouth!! Needless to say, the limp, now one-armed aeon had lost-- the larger aeon, with one severed, furry arm dangling from her sharp teeth, had won.
SEMIFINALS-SECOND ROUND-WINNER: ANIMA...
Wakka, meanwhile, was busy vomiting up his breakfast a few feet away.
Oh, and I didn't mention it before, but I own nothing related to final fantasy, legally.
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SEMIFINALS
Well, now that the first round fights were over, everyone decided to take a break. Only Bahamut, Yojimbo, Anima, and Ifrit were left; the rest had disappeared already. They all went to do various things; get some water, take a pee break, etc. Minutes later, they were all back at their previous places, ready to cheer on their allies.
Yojimbo stood in the vast expanse of the Calm lands and looked around. His opponent was currently flying circles around him, making him harder to track. Bahamut, meanwhile, was worried. He knew that Yojimbo was no fool, and he was only circling to buy enough time to come up with an effective strategy. That time, however, was short-lived: the grenade had been launched.
The samurai was indeed no fool; he already had a strategy. He quickly reached under his robe and pulled out several small knives, which he flung through the air at incredible speed strait at the great dragon. Bahamut had no time to react before they struck several key points and he came tumbling down. Bahamut then surrounded himself with a thin wall of energy, intending to land on his opponent like a bomb, but the elusive warrior dodged at the last minute. The resulting crash left a great crater, several kilometers wide. It appeared as if Yojimbo had already won, because the dragon was not moving. Wary, the aeon decended the crater wall to examine him...
Only to be blown back by 4 large, black energy balls that seemed to come out of nowhere. You see, Bahamut didn't get the title of 'King of the Dragons' for no reason. He is, in fact, smarter than most humans. Yojimbo simply didn't know that, therefore underestimating his enemy. A fatal flaw.
Stunned, the samurai stood back up, only to see two things happening very quickly: the great dragon leaping out of the hole and assuming his postion, and a brilliant, blue-white energy wave erupting from his mouth.
SEMIFINALS-FIRST ROUND-WINNER: BAHAMUT
Anima had not moved from her position from the moment she had been summoned to now. The fights just seemed to relocate to accomodate for that. Ifrit was next, and he was not cocky, but at the same time, he was not terrified. Nervous was more like it. The firey aeon had already seen for himself what she was capable of, and made it a point to not suffer the same fate. When the grenade went off in between them, he immedietly began moving.
This method may not be popular, but it was the one with the best chance of winning. Ifrit ran around to Animas back side, noticing that the Dark aeon did not seem to be able to turn. Immedietly, he gathered everything he had, all the fire he could access, and lauched a Hellfire attack that made the onlookers shield their faces from the heat. And they were a ways away. This was really something--even Yuna had never seen Ifrit use that much power on an enemy.
When the smoke cleared, however, Anima was not injured. There was only a small burn on her back.
Well, that was all he needed. Ifrits fighting spirit sank. At the same time, he seemed to levitate and float around to the front of the large creature. While the aeon floated in midair, Anima did something that would burn into the memories of all who witnessed it. She bent forward and chomped down on Ifrits left arm! The dark aeon was flinging him around like a ragdoll from her mouth!! Needless to say, the limp, now one-armed aeon had lost-- the larger aeon, with one severed, furry arm dangling from her sharp teeth, had won.
SEMIFINALS-SECOND ROUND-WINNER: ANIMA...
Wakka, meanwhile, was busy vomiting up his breakfast a few feet away.