Hi! Sorry about the long break, I was busy reading about 10 books I got for Christmas. But I'm sure you'll be happy to hear my new years resolution. I vow to get up at least one chapter per week on a story if I have access to a computer that can do that. Now, let Catalina tell what goes on from her pov, starting with the fight.

I can't believe it took me so long to get out of there I think as I walk towards camp. I stop short at the gleam of metal. Soldiers! A whole army from the look of it. Surrounding camp and also Clara. I jump into the trees and swing my way to the edge of the clearing. That's Clara all right, in the center defying them all. She catches sight of me, I can tell from the way one eye stays fixed on my position. She tilts her head, up and a bit out. Most would just think of it as a gesture to get hair out of her face. She doesn't want me to interfere. I concentrate just hard enough to know her immediate thoughts, and she doesn't want us both to get captured if, by some miracle, they overpower her. The general shouts out they have four of the world's heroes with them. Or the supposed heroes, I should say. They say no one else will fight. I watch with interest as the battle unfolds. The king (or should I refer to them by their first names?) Zidane attacks first, while Clara's back was turned. She responds with a simple jump and twist, arms flying so fast onlookers would have difficulty seeing them. One dagger scratches him multiple times, while the other blade catches his elbow with a satisfying crack. I guarantee he won't be using that arm any more this fight. As soon as she lands she avoids a blast from Bahamut. Are they going easy on her because she's a kid or is that the best Garnet can do? A flare speeds at her, which she easily dodges, and runs smack into a holy attack. A predictable but unavoidable move in this space occupied by soldiers. Clara screams, most likely furious with the way they did that. She counter attacks mildly with her own holy, and pauses to survey the damage. I notice a metal ball speeding towards her, and stifle the warning that rises to my mouth. Smack!!! She topples to the ground. She's obviously furious, and after a failed attempt at standing she curses badly. I recognize the second definitions of the curses and don't do a thing. Garnet calls out that they warned her, and I listen closely to hear where they're taking her. Alexandria. It figures they'd take her there, where a majority of people are somewhat trained in weaponry. I watch as Beatrix picks her up and don't follow. It's obvious they'll search her and find a majority of her knives. I don't know where they're all hidden, and I searched her when she's asleep. I found nineteen out of the twenty-two she has with her at all times. I'm not sure she knows where they're all hidden. The soldiers peel off too escort the citizens to Alexandria on the ships, and the supposed saviors search camp for anything worthwhile. They find the flute Clara takes everywhere with her, as we made up a few code tunes about important things long ago. She can't perform any spells on it, that's obvious from the make of the instrument. I guess they're trying to find out about their prisoner, in order to figure out how to break her easier. It makes my skin crawl, the sheer absurdity of it. We're trained almost professionals and they think they can break her easily. They're complete idiots. After they're done searching the tent they leave without a backward glance. I count to 5,000 before deciding it's safe. I gather the tent in a small pack I hid in a hollow tree, and leave in the direction of Alexandria.

(This is the signal. It's switching over to Claras pov. What signal? These words)

They won't stop staring at me. It's getting incredibly annoying. For now, however, I have other things to worry about. The most immediate problem is how to escape, but that'll have to wait until it's dark out. Sleepy knights make foolish mistakes. I sit on the soft platform and try to decide how I should respond to their questioning. Should I answer them in languages they can't speak? If I do, should I tell the truth or insult them constantly? Should I completely ignore them? Or should I answer them in a way they can understand but scream out inventive insults? I'm very good at the last one, but that'd be too easy to do. "Welcome to the jail," Starts the king. "I hope you realize the only way you're possibly going to get out of here alive is to answer our questions. Now, What is your name?" I immediately decide to go with the option that's too easy, "As I said earlier, I don't answer to anything who's I.Q. is lower than a rocks." I grin at the response, the king staring open mouthed and the queen looking as if she's trying not to laugh. The rusted over knight, most likely the Steiner I was warned about, looks positively furious. "You abhorrent repugnant disgusting objectable detestable sophomoric dunce! You obnoxious, contemptible, offensive, irritable, rude, bothersome, impoverished, deranged, opaque, ignorant, disheartened," Now they all look like they're about to laugh, except the former thief and the rusty piece of crap. From now on Steiner should be known as a synonym for crap. The thief just looks like he needs a dictionary. -"bemused, unbalanced, negligent," "I think before you go on, you need to pass the king a dictionary. It's as plain as the nose on my face you're calling me a wicked kid with no manners but I don't think he knows that. And I think you'd better have a contest of wits with your equal in intelligence, such as a tree." I think if he gets any hotter his armor will start to melt, and that'll be really interesting. The king orders the piece of Steiner to leave, and then leaves himself. To be exact I hear him asking the idiot to get him a dictionary.

Well, I had to have SOME fun with this last chapter, and thank you Raven Crescent for providing me with a majority of those curses. Review, please!