This is my first fft fanfic ever, plz don't be harsh. Now first I'd like to start off by thanking all my friends who support me and the creators of the game, Final Fantasy tactics. I'd also like to start with the disclaimer so I don't get sued. Not like they could get anything off me anyways, I don't really have anything ;p
Disclaimer: I don't not own FFT (Final Fantasy Tactics) and if I did do you think I would waste my time writing this? Ah! I'd get somebody else to write it.
Chp.1 The lone heretic
'Why am I here? Even with her defeat I'm still here fighting. Am I destined to fight forever? Will I never return?'
It was raining. Raining very hard. As if the gods themselves were crying as they watched the man clad in black walk through the empty city. The thunder shattered through the air causing people inside houses and chocobos in stables to jump and cry out but this man had long ago lost his fear of thunder. Not much scared him now. Well, except one thing. Not being able to return.
The man stopped, allowing his newly acquired black cape to swirl around him like a protective cover. Protection from what, the man thought. The rain still soaked through. He shifted his head up as to see something not there. An answer to his problems perhaps. An answer to his prayers. But no answer came. Hell, they never did.
The man let his head drop and continued walking. He frowned unable to see what his destiny was. He remembered being somewhere else, fighting some other battle when he was forged into this plain. A new battle awaited him here. A new battle against a great enemy that threaten the world. As usual.
It seems that bad guys were running out of themes to go by. He chuckled to himself. But even the hint of laughter seemed distant from him so he could no longer chuckle or giggle. He didn't know why it was like that, why he was so cold to himself. Why he was so hardcore.
'Hardcore? What kind of word is that? I never heard it here.'
Another thing that made him distant. Many things made him distant from this world but the one that stuck out the most was his speech. It was so different from the medieval style of speaking here. Here where honor and respect reigned supreme. Here where your family had to be royalty in order to be accepted. Here where in one moment you could have everything and the next second you could have nothing. Here in the land of Ivalice. Never before had he heard of such a land. Not even in fairy tales but lo and behold, here he is, standing of Ivalice soil.
He stopped walked as he realized he had reached the end of the city. Now it was only nothing but plains as far as the eye could see. Dorter Trade City wasn't much of a city but it did have its uses. Not the best place to hide but the Glabados Church knights and such were idiots so they didn't search this close to home. Still he had no definite direction, no definite course laid out before him. He had been wandering. God how long had he been wandering? He almost laughed when he heard the answer shouted in his mind.
'Six years. Six years of nothing but wandering back and forth across Ivalice.'
His mind then wandered to other things, other people. An image of only two people came up though more then those two mattered to him, only those two knew the answer to his plight.
'Ramza……Mustadio…..Where in blazing hell are you guys? I know you're still alive. At least I hope you are.'
*Crack*
'A sound? From where?'
The man's combat training took over and immediately his right hand jutted to his Rune Blade that rested on his left hip.
'It couldn't have been a Chocobo. The stables are at least forty feet away from me. Too far for any sound they might make except warbling. And that sure as hell wasn't a warble.'
His left hand fell to his back under his cape to grab the scarred Crystal Shield he still had from days long past. It seemed that He hadn't lost his touch. He was glad about that.
*Snap*
Now was time to truly test out his abilities as a soldier.
'Déjà vu……….Hmmmmmm. About three of them, all heavily armored. All with shields and swords so they have to be knights. Those three are about ten feet away, behind me and behind the house to my right.'
He turned his head a little to the left and heard more noises.
'About six over here. Lightweights. Except…….ahhhh. Three moved up to the rooftops and the other two are keeping their distance.'
His expert hearing could hear the tightening of gloves and the stringing of bows.
'Now there's more. Gun cocking? Two separate guns. Sounds like a Blaze gun and a Glacier gun. That makes about eleven after me today. Odd, a little small if you ask me. Wait a minute.'
Something else caught his hearing. A distinct sound that only one type of warrior made or had. It was the whooshing of a blade embodied with massive power. He had made a habit of picking out those from the average sounds and they were coming from behind him.
'Shit. Four Holy Knights and two Shrine Knights. Can my day get any worse.'
He quickly made count of all his weapons, long range and short and then tapped the massive weapon on his back for reassurance.
'I could always use that, but for the moment it might be too slow. Now, I have ten Yagyu Darkness', (Black Shinrukens) about five lighting balls and a…….odd? Why do I have a arrow with no bow? Oh shit that isn't mine.'
The Foreigner looked down and saw the arrow that barely skimmed the surface of his large baggy pants.
"Damn it." He spoke quietly and in a very grave tone.
"Heretic!" One of the Shrine Knights spoke. "You are under arrest for crimes against the Church! Relinquish your weapons and surrender yourself peacefully!"
The man turned around slowly and saw the knight in shining white and gold armor. The moonlight reflected off the armor giving it an almost godlike appearance.
"Why should I?" He spoke in the same grave tone.
"Your crimes against the church shall not go unpunished. If you surrender now, you may be spared a slow and painful death."
The Foreigner spat against the ground and replied, "That's what I think of your lying Church buddy."
That infuriated the Knight. "How dare you!? You show no respect to the great leaders of our nation? You speak lies of deceit against the Church as well?! Then I have no choice to exercise my authority and smite you down." He pulled up his sword straight parallel to his face and then swung it down with a master's ease.
"Ah, the high and mighty type. You guys make me sick. You serve the Church as if it was all you had left. You're always there waiting for beck and call. Don't you have any dignity?" 'Uh oh. Starting to sound like him.'
"You're one to talk spreading rumors about the Church, placing yourself amongst side the Heretic fool known as Ramza Beoulve."
"Watch what you say about Ramza you dog." The Foreigner's tone took a turn for the worst. Soon some of the other knights were rethinking about what they planned to attempt against this guy. "I never met a man with such a high definition of people and justice. He was the only true Knight I've seen since I've been here. Him and T.G. Cid, Agrias, and Meliadoul. They were true Knights fighting for what they believed in. Lavian, Alicia, Rad, Beowulf, Reis, And all the others. They were true friends and warriors. Unlike the scum you have succumbed yourself to be." 'Shit, I'm losing my real vocabulary here. I need to leave this place.'
"All Heretic criminals who pledged their allegiance with the Demons." He spat back.
The Foreigner wanted to wring his throat out for that one but decided against it. He would get plenty of revenge once he killed them all. Of course, he did it because he had no choice. A real dilemma. Let them live and he dies, kill them and he lives. And something inside him was forcing him to proceed with the latter. The least he could do, since they stood no chance even with Shrine and Holy Knights was let them attack first.
He spread his arms open revealing his two main weapons and said, "Take the first shot."
Needless to say that all the knights were shocked that he said that. Some were afraid.
However the Shrine Knight was pleased. "As good as giving up." He closed his eyes as his sword glowed brightly illuminating the ground around him. "Demolish weapons with fury!" The knight pulled up his sword high into the air and then swung it down crying out, "Hellcry Punch!"
Smoke appeared around the Foreigner and a slot of light appeared below his feet. But just as a massive blade came up to claim his weapon, he jumped to the side letting his sword drift out a bit and then pulled it back in, dodging the attack by barely nothing.
The Shrine Knight's jaw dropped in astonishment and in fear. "But-But that's impossible! No one can dodge a Holy Sword Attack!"
The Foreigner stood up and brushed his pants. "Well, hanging around Orlando for about a long time taught me quite a few things. Namely how to dodge those attacks. It took me a while and it cost me a lot of gil but I learned eventually." He threw his sword up into the air and like he expected, all the knights watched it go up thinking it was an attack. He reached behind him and pulled out three Yagyu Darkness' and flung them in the direction of the Archers. Three of them made impact on throats ripping apart the flesh and muscle that it contained. As they drowned in their own blood, he spun around pulling out three more and flung them in the direction of the knights behind the house. Two of them hit nailing throats once again but the third was deflected by a Crystal Shield.
'Damn! Can't stop got to keep on going! Got to nail the….'
He grabbed another two and at the end of his turn shot them at the Mediator and Chemist that were taking aim. They never saw the shirukens came at them in the darkness of the night as they claimed their lives.
The Rune Blade came back down right into the Foreigner's right hand and he immediately charged at the Holy Knights first.
"SWORD BREAK!" He screamed as he came down of the blade of the closest knight. The knight's sword shattered instantly and the Foreigner came back and then forward driving the sword into the knights chest through the armor. He kicked the knight off his blade and ran at the last on of the group.
"Armor won't help the heart stay sharp….." It was the Shrine Knight again.
The Foreigner hated this one. There was only one way to stop it. He ripped off his blue Power Sleeve and tossed it to another knight just as the Shrine Knight claimed the armor.
"Shellbust Stab!" The Shrine Knight realized the fatal error he made as he swung the blade down initiating the attack. A cold gray claw blade tore through the ground under the knight and slaughtered him and the Foreigner's armor.
The Foreigner had reached his target and came in first with a Shield Break shattering the knights shield and then came again with a Helmet Break as the Rune Blade axed it's way into his now unprotected head. The Foreigner stopped for a moment to regain his breath and footing. He hadn't expected the Shrine Knight to respond to his attacks so quickly. But after a breath he turned around to see the last Holy Knight come down with his blade yelling, "Weapon Break!"
The Foreigner had dealt with this type of combat before, he loved it. He blocked with his shield and came back up with his sword claiming the mans sword arm.
The knight jumped back howling in pain. The Shrine Knight saw this and started to back up. He couldn't believe that his entire unit had been wiped out in a matter of seconds! All of them! He wanted to run, he could have run. But instead he stayed. It was his duty. His sworn duty to the Church.
"Demolish weapons with fury! Hellcry punch."
The Foreigner just smiled and tossed his rune blade to the side as the attack claimed it.
The Shrine Knight gasped, puzzled as to how his attacks would miss their destined target.
"You're an idiot. I hate Divine Knights and Shrine Knights because they use the same useless attacks. The weapons only target that specified piece. Haven't you ever notice that when you target an animal that it doesn't work? It can't target it because it requires that certain piece of armor in order to hit it. So all the attack does is target the weapon or armor, making it useless against me and your average joe animal. So you ready for a real battle?" The Foreigner dropped his shield on the ground and reached to his back and pulled out his trade mark weapon. His Materia Blade. The massive seven foot piece of iron and steel, shaped like a butcher knife but much bigger, that people thought it was impossible to use like he did.
"Cloud Strife. You really are a devil aren't you?" The Shrine Knight pulled up his sword ready for the battle of his life, for his life.
"I'm a heretic remember?" His eyes took a dangerous gleam to them as he charged forward with blazing sword and then with amazing accuracy and speed, he swung up at an angle with his massive weapon. The Knight blocked with both the shield and sword but it wasn't enough as he was tossed to the side like a piece of paper.
Cloud adjusted himself and charged again stopping short a foot close to him.
"Sword Break!" He yelled as he came down with the blade.
The knight tried in vain to put up his shield but Cloud twisted the blade to the right at the last second and using the air like a turbine, he pushed it through the air swinging the blade around in a full arc, twisting his body to add momentum, till it came in contact with the Shrine Knight's right hip. The Materia Blade tore right through his body and spilt it in two.
Cloud stopped himself and the blade as the Shrine Knight's torso fell to the ground. He placed the massive weapon on his back still holding the hilt with his left hand and using his right to cross his chest and give respect to the dead.
"May god be with you." The rain starting pouring relentlessly now as it washed away the blood that had continue to spill from his victims. He lifted his head to the sky and watched the rain pour on his face. He couldn't help but think now.
'That's 14 dead today. 14.……So in total……Damn. 453 people dead, not including the innocents that the Church so happens to blame on me and the others. More innocent deaths caused by the HERETICS! They can blow it out their-'
"Ahhhhhh!" Pain seared through his leg and he fell to one knee. He clenched his teeth and looked back afraid of what the damage could be. The back end of an arrow was protruding out the back of his upper thigh. Not the best place for an arrow. He reached back to pull it out and another arrow came and nailed his fore arm. Unfortunately for him, the arrow didn't go through.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Shit!" Cloud pulled his arm back to his chest and looked at the arrow that hated him. He hated the arrow too. He used his good arm and broke the back end of the arrow then pulled out the front end. He groaned in pain as he pulled it out and tossed it to the ground, covered in his blood. He really didn't want to reach back for the other arrow. He wasn't dealing with your average Archer. This one was picking off targets with eagle eye accuracy.
'Has to be a mercenary. No Church Archer is that good.'
Cloud stood up ignoring the pain in his leg and leaned on his left.
"Who's out there!?" He yelled out the question for anybody to answer but they both knew she was the only one out there. And she knew what she was doing. She moved like a cat, light enough for Cloud to barely catch her but the fact that they were in two very different leagues help Cloud sense her. He was created to be a Soldier after all, the very best. He could hear the stringing of the bow and then he heard the string stretching and the bow bending. The sound it made. He heard it before. Deep….Dungeon?
"Perseus Bow!" Cloud yelled out as the hidden archer released the arrow and his jumped to dodge it. The arrow slit through his pants and almost hit the skin but it veered off a little sparing the skin. Cloud spun off and hid between two houses into the pure darkness.
'Oh god. If she has the Perseus Bow and she used it so it wouldn't blow through me then she has to be very good. Too good for me. Odd, and I just took out four Holy knights, one Shrine Knight, three Archers, three regular Knights, one Mediator, and a Chemist and a………. Wait a minute. That's only……13. That means……Oh crap. This one was the one I missed. So she is a Galbados Church Warrior.'
Cloud looked through the darkness and focused al his senses to one point. Directly in front of him. And there she was. Looking at him.
His eyes gleamed dangerously as he reached for his Materia Blade and pulled it out. She let him do it too. She didn't even bother stringing the bow. She just wanted to see what he was going to do.
'One shot. That's all I need. Unfortunately for me, that's all she needs as well.'
His Materia Blade took a white glow as he prepared for an attack that would only need one hit, of course it took forever to use it.
The woman strung her bow slowly and pulled back as far as she could, if he missed with this attack, he was dead.
"Now! It's time!" Cloud ran out of the alley he was in and raised his sword back beside him.
She released the arrow and it bolted forward and hit Cloud. Of course it only hit his shoulder.
Cloud gasped in pain but stopped and swung the sword up then down.
"OMNISLASH!" A whirlwind of red energy blew around him like a typhoon and as he brought his massive weapon near the ground the whirlwind dissipated and a sparking blast of blue energy forged above him. The mass of energy was enormous almost as big as the street itself, then it disappeared and reappeared right beside the female Archer. She cried out in unmatched pain as she felt the energy rip through her. However, it didn't kill her. Cloud lost the precious energy required to kill her when she hit him.
Now's the time to run.
Cloud immediately took off in the other direction and disappeared into the darkness leaving the female to suffer a painfully slow death. However, it wasn't long before he himself slowed down. He had lost a lot of blood and used up a lot of energy for his famous Omnislash. He could feel the ground shift under him as he struggled to keep awake. He had already cleared the small city and was no his way to the woods to the east. But he couldn't remember whether he made it or not. The darkness that accompanied death claimed him.
Okay that's the end of my first chapter. Tell me what you guys think okay? Oh and to answer your question……I have no clue what it is, so I can't answer it. But still please review and tell me if I made a boo boo. Till then, I have to work on my other stories. Peace!
Disclaimer: I don't not own FFT (Final Fantasy Tactics) and if I did do you think I would waste my time writing this? Ah! I'd get somebody else to write it.
Chp.1 The lone heretic
'Why am I here? Even with her defeat I'm still here fighting. Am I destined to fight forever? Will I never return?'
It was raining. Raining very hard. As if the gods themselves were crying as they watched the man clad in black walk through the empty city. The thunder shattered through the air causing people inside houses and chocobos in stables to jump and cry out but this man had long ago lost his fear of thunder. Not much scared him now. Well, except one thing. Not being able to return.
The man stopped, allowing his newly acquired black cape to swirl around him like a protective cover. Protection from what, the man thought. The rain still soaked through. He shifted his head up as to see something not there. An answer to his problems perhaps. An answer to his prayers. But no answer came. Hell, they never did.
The man let his head drop and continued walking. He frowned unable to see what his destiny was. He remembered being somewhere else, fighting some other battle when he was forged into this plain. A new battle awaited him here. A new battle against a great enemy that threaten the world. As usual.
It seems that bad guys were running out of themes to go by. He chuckled to himself. But even the hint of laughter seemed distant from him so he could no longer chuckle or giggle. He didn't know why it was like that, why he was so cold to himself. Why he was so hardcore.
'Hardcore? What kind of word is that? I never heard it here.'
Another thing that made him distant. Many things made him distant from this world but the one that stuck out the most was his speech. It was so different from the medieval style of speaking here. Here where honor and respect reigned supreme. Here where your family had to be royalty in order to be accepted. Here where in one moment you could have everything and the next second you could have nothing. Here in the land of Ivalice. Never before had he heard of such a land. Not even in fairy tales but lo and behold, here he is, standing of Ivalice soil.
He stopped walked as he realized he had reached the end of the city. Now it was only nothing but plains as far as the eye could see. Dorter Trade City wasn't much of a city but it did have its uses. Not the best place to hide but the Glabados Church knights and such were idiots so they didn't search this close to home. Still he had no definite direction, no definite course laid out before him. He had been wandering. God how long had he been wandering? He almost laughed when he heard the answer shouted in his mind.
'Six years. Six years of nothing but wandering back and forth across Ivalice.'
His mind then wandered to other things, other people. An image of only two people came up though more then those two mattered to him, only those two knew the answer to his plight.
'Ramza……Mustadio…..Where in blazing hell are you guys? I know you're still alive. At least I hope you are.'
*Crack*
'A sound? From where?'
The man's combat training took over and immediately his right hand jutted to his Rune Blade that rested on his left hip.
'It couldn't have been a Chocobo. The stables are at least forty feet away from me. Too far for any sound they might make except warbling. And that sure as hell wasn't a warble.'
His left hand fell to his back under his cape to grab the scarred Crystal Shield he still had from days long past. It seemed that He hadn't lost his touch. He was glad about that.
*Snap*
Now was time to truly test out his abilities as a soldier.
'Déjà vu……….Hmmmmmm. About three of them, all heavily armored. All with shields and swords so they have to be knights. Those three are about ten feet away, behind me and behind the house to my right.'
He turned his head a little to the left and heard more noises.
'About six over here. Lightweights. Except…….ahhhh. Three moved up to the rooftops and the other two are keeping their distance.'
His expert hearing could hear the tightening of gloves and the stringing of bows.
'Now there's more. Gun cocking? Two separate guns. Sounds like a Blaze gun and a Glacier gun. That makes about eleven after me today. Odd, a little small if you ask me. Wait a minute.'
Something else caught his hearing. A distinct sound that only one type of warrior made or had. It was the whooshing of a blade embodied with massive power. He had made a habit of picking out those from the average sounds and they were coming from behind him.
'Shit. Four Holy Knights and two Shrine Knights. Can my day get any worse.'
He quickly made count of all his weapons, long range and short and then tapped the massive weapon on his back for reassurance.
'I could always use that, but for the moment it might be too slow. Now, I have ten Yagyu Darkness', (Black Shinrukens) about five lighting balls and a…….odd? Why do I have a arrow with no bow? Oh shit that isn't mine.'
The Foreigner looked down and saw the arrow that barely skimmed the surface of his large baggy pants.
"Damn it." He spoke quietly and in a very grave tone.
"Heretic!" One of the Shrine Knights spoke. "You are under arrest for crimes against the Church! Relinquish your weapons and surrender yourself peacefully!"
The man turned around slowly and saw the knight in shining white and gold armor. The moonlight reflected off the armor giving it an almost godlike appearance.
"Why should I?" He spoke in the same grave tone.
"Your crimes against the church shall not go unpunished. If you surrender now, you may be spared a slow and painful death."
The Foreigner spat against the ground and replied, "That's what I think of your lying Church buddy."
That infuriated the Knight. "How dare you!? You show no respect to the great leaders of our nation? You speak lies of deceit against the Church as well?! Then I have no choice to exercise my authority and smite you down." He pulled up his sword straight parallel to his face and then swung it down with a master's ease.
"Ah, the high and mighty type. You guys make me sick. You serve the Church as if it was all you had left. You're always there waiting for beck and call. Don't you have any dignity?" 'Uh oh. Starting to sound like him.'
"You're one to talk spreading rumors about the Church, placing yourself amongst side the Heretic fool known as Ramza Beoulve."
"Watch what you say about Ramza you dog." The Foreigner's tone took a turn for the worst. Soon some of the other knights were rethinking about what they planned to attempt against this guy. "I never met a man with such a high definition of people and justice. He was the only true Knight I've seen since I've been here. Him and T.G. Cid, Agrias, and Meliadoul. They were true Knights fighting for what they believed in. Lavian, Alicia, Rad, Beowulf, Reis, And all the others. They were true friends and warriors. Unlike the scum you have succumbed yourself to be." 'Shit, I'm losing my real vocabulary here. I need to leave this place.'
"All Heretic criminals who pledged their allegiance with the Demons." He spat back.
The Foreigner wanted to wring his throat out for that one but decided against it. He would get plenty of revenge once he killed them all. Of course, he did it because he had no choice. A real dilemma. Let them live and he dies, kill them and he lives. And something inside him was forcing him to proceed with the latter. The least he could do, since they stood no chance even with Shrine and Holy Knights was let them attack first.
He spread his arms open revealing his two main weapons and said, "Take the first shot."
Needless to say that all the knights were shocked that he said that. Some were afraid.
However the Shrine Knight was pleased. "As good as giving up." He closed his eyes as his sword glowed brightly illuminating the ground around him. "Demolish weapons with fury!" The knight pulled up his sword high into the air and then swung it down crying out, "Hellcry Punch!"
Smoke appeared around the Foreigner and a slot of light appeared below his feet. But just as a massive blade came up to claim his weapon, he jumped to the side letting his sword drift out a bit and then pulled it back in, dodging the attack by barely nothing.
The Shrine Knight's jaw dropped in astonishment and in fear. "But-But that's impossible! No one can dodge a Holy Sword Attack!"
The Foreigner stood up and brushed his pants. "Well, hanging around Orlando for about a long time taught me quite a few things. Namely how to dodge those attacks. It took me a while and it cost me a lot of gil but I learned eventually." He threw his sword up into the air and like he expected, all the knights watched it go up thinking it was an attack. He reached behind him and pulled out three Yagyu Darkness' and flung them in the direction of the Archers. Three of them made impact on throats ripping apart the flesh and muscle that it contained. As they drowned in their own blood, he spun around pulling out three more and flung them in the direction of the knights behind the house. Two of them hit nailing throats once again but the third was deflected by a Crystal Shield.
'Damn! Can't stop got to keep on going! Got to nail the….'
He grabbed another two and at the end of his turn shot them at the Mediator and Chemist that were taking aim. They never saw the shirukens came at them in the darkness of the night as they claimed their lives.
The Rune Blade came back down right into the Foreigner's right hand and he immediately charged at the Holy Knights first.
"SWORD BREAK!" He screamed as he came down of the blade of the closest knight. The knight's sword shattered instantly and the Foreigner came back and then forward driving the sword into the knights chest through the armor. He kicked the knight off his blade and ran at the last on of the group.
"Armor won't help the heart stay sharp….." It was the Shrine Knight again.
The Foreigner hated this one. There was only one way to stop it. He ripped off his blue Power Sleeve and tossed it to another knight just as the Shrine Knight claimed the armor.
"Shellbust Stab!" The Shrine Knight realized the fatal error he made as he swung the blade down initiating the attack. A cold gray claw blade tore through the ground under the knight and slaughtered him and the Foreigner's armor.
The Foreigner had reached his target and came in first with a Shield Break shattering the knights shield and then came again with a Helmet Break as the Rune Blade axed it's way into his now unprotected head. The Foreigner stopped for a moment to regain his breath and footing. He hadn't expected the Shrine Knight to respond to his attacks so quickly. But after a breath he turned around to see the last Holy Knight come down with his blade yelling, "Weapon Break!"
The Foreigner had dealt with this type of combat before, he loved it. He blocked with his shield and came back up with his sword claiming the mans sword arm.
The knight jumped back howling in pain. The Shrine Knight saw this and started to back up. He couldn't believe that his entire unit had been wiped out in a matter of seconds! All of them! He wanted to run, he could have run. But instead he stayed. It was his duty. His sworn duty to the Church.
"Demolish weapons with fury! Hellcry punch."
The Foreigner just smiled and tossed his rune blade to the side as the attack claimed it.
The Shrine Knight gasped, puzzled as to how his attacks would miss their destined target.
"You're an idiot. I hate Divine Knights and Shrine Knights because they use the same useless attacks. The weapons only target that specified piece. Haven't you ever notice that when you target an animal that it doesn't work? It can't target it because it requires that certain piece of armor in order to hit it. So all the attack does is target the weapon or armor, making it useless against me and your average joe animal. So you ready for a real battle?" The Foreigner dropped his shield on the ground and reached to his back and pulled out his trade mark weapon. His Materia Blade. The massive seven foot piece of iron and steel, shaped like a butcher knife but much bigger, that people thought it was impossible to use like he did.
"Cloud Strife. You really are a devil aren't you?" The Shrine Knight pulled up his sword ready for the battle of his life, for his life.
"I'm a heretic remember?" His eyes took a dangerous gleam to them as he charged forward with blazing sword and then with amazing accuracy and speed, he swung up at an angle with his massive weapon. The Knight blocked with both the shield and sword but it wasn't enough as he was tossed to the side like a piece of paper.
Cloud adjusted himself and charged again stopping short a foot close to him.
"Sword Break!" He yelled as he came down with the blade.
The knight tried in vain to put up his shield but Cloud twisted the blade to the right at the last second and using the air like a turbine, he pushed it through the air swinging the blade around in a full arc, twisting his body to add momentum, till it came in contact with the Shrine Knight's right hip. The Materia Blade tore right through his body and spilt it in two.
Cloud stopped himself and the blade as the Shrine Knight's torso fell to the ground. He placed the massive weapon on his back still holding the hilt with his left hand and using his right to cross his chest and give respect to the dead.
"May god be with you." The rain starting pouring relentlessly now as it washed away the blood that had continue to spill from his victims. He lifted his head to the sky and watched the rain pour on his face. He couldn't help but think now.
'That's 14 dead today. 14.……So in total……Damn. 453 people dead, not including the innocents that the Church so happens to blame on me and the others. More innocent deaths caused by the HERETICS! They can blow it out their-'
"Ahhhhhh!" Pain seared through his leg and he fell to one knee. He clenched his teeth and looked back afraid of what the damage could be. The back end of an arrow was protruding out the back of his upper thigh. Not the best place for an arrow. He reached back to pull it out and another arrow came and nailed his fore arm. Unfortunately for him, the arrow didn't go through.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Shit!" Cloud pulled his arm back to his chest and looked at the arrow that hated him. He hated the arrow too. He used his good arm and broke the back end of the arrow then pulled out the front end. He groaned in pain as he pulled it out and tossed it to the ground, covered in his blood. He really didn't want to reach back for the other arrow. He wasn't dealing with your average Archer. This one was picking off targets with eagle eye accuracy.
'Has to be a mercenary. No Church Archer is that good.'
Cloud stood up ignoring the pain in his leg and leaned on his left.
"Who's out there!?" He yelled out the question for anybody to answer but they both knew she was the only one out there. And she knew what she was doing. She moved like a cat, light enough for Cloud to barely catch her but the fact that they were in two very different leagues help Cloud sense her. He was created to be a Soldier after all, the very best. He could hear the stringing of the bow and then he heard the string stretching and the bow bending. The sound it made. He heard it before. Deep….Dungeon?
"Perseus Bow!" Cloud yelled out as the hidden archer released the arrow and his jumped to dodge it. The arrow slit through his pants and almost hit the skin but it veered off a little sparing the skin. Cloud spun off and hid between two houses into the pure darkness.
'Oh god. If she has the Perseus Bow and she used it so it wouldn't blow through me then she has to be very good. Too good for me. Odd, and I just took out four Holy knights, one Shrine Knight, three Archers, three regular Knights, one Mediator, and a Chemist and a………. Wait a minute. That's only……13. That means……Oh crap. This one was the one I missed. So she is a Galbados Church Warrior.'
Cloud looked through the darkness and focused al his senses to one point. Directly in front of him. And there she was. Looking at him.
His eyes gleamed dangerously as he reached for his Materia Blade and pulled it out. She let him do it too. She didn't even bother stringing the bow. She just wanted to see what he was going to do.
'One shot. That's all I need. Unfortunately for me, that's all she needs as well.'
His Materia Blade took a white glow as he prepared for an attack that would only need one hit, of course it took forever to use it.
The woman strung her bow slowly and pulled back as far as she could, if he missed with this attack, he was dead.
"Now! It's time!" Cloud ran out of the alley he was in and raised his sword back beside him.
She released the arrow and it bolted forward and hit Cloud. Of course it only hit his shoulder.
Cloud gasped in pain but stopped and swung the sword up then down.
"OMNISLASH!" A whirlwind of red energy blew around him like a typhoon and as he brought his massive weapon near the ground the whirlwind dissipated and a sparking blast of blue energy forged above him. The mass of energy was enormous almost as big as the street itself, then it disappeared and reappeared right beside the female Archer. She cried out in unmatched pain as she felt the energy rip through her. However, it didn't kill her. Cloud lost the precious energy required to kill her when she hit him.
Now's the time to run.
Cloud immediately took off in the other direction and disappeared into the darkness leaving the female to suffer a painfully slow death. However, it wasn't long before he himself slowed down. He had lost a lot of blood and used up a lot of energy for his famous Omnislash. He could feel the ground shift under him as he struggled to keep awake. He had already cleared the small city and was no his way to the woods to the east. But he couldn't remember whether he made it or not. The darkness that accompanied death claimed him.
Okay that's the end of my first chapter. Tell me what you guys think okay? Oh and to answer your question……I have no clue what it is, so I can't answer it. But still please review and tell me if I made a boo boo. Till then, I have to work on my other stories. Peace!