Disclaimer: I'm a bastard with not a penny to my name…let alone the rights to an award winning PS2 game… In short…I don't own no nothing
Chapter 4: Post Game Carnage
Bickson's vision flashed a fiery red. He was downright pissed. And when he was pissed, no one liked him. He swam towards to the celebrating Aurochs, intent in giving them a piece of his mind. A big piece.
The Goers watched on hopelessly. Yes, Bickson was the top scorer in the league, but he had also collected the most fines, penalties and match-bans, most, if not all due to ungentlemanly behavior. The Goers practiced and played extra hard so as to win, for their sakes as well as the opposing team's. But the Aurochs had bested them, and with a pissed off Bickson, there was near to nothing they could do.
However, as the Goers looked on in horror, no one noticed several shades moving at inhuman speeds behind them.
Bickson approached the nearest Auroch, Jassu, and was about to throw the first punch, when he heard a cry of great pain and agony from the Goers half of the sphere pool. Spinning around in surprise, he saw a gruesome sight. Graav's severed head was floating freely in the water, dyeing it a deep hue of crimson.
Doram was being torn apart by a Sahagin, an amphibious fiend that was deadly on land but more impressive in water, its clawed fins and hooked teeth made it a formidable foe. She yelled for help, but barely managed to breath the word out before being diced.
The Sahagins were playing some sort of sadistic "catch the body" game with Abus' decapitated body while just a few feet away, Belgerda tried in vain to barrel-roll from the claws of a charging Sahagin, swimming straight into the jaws of another.
Raudy valiantly tried to defend himself, but overwhelming numbers and lack of skill proved fatal and, as though in vengeance, the Sahagins made his death the most painful by taking turns to claw him.
As Bickson watched his teammates get butchered, he didn't notice a lone Sahagin sneaking up onto him until he felt his thigh getting grazed. Immediately, he turned back to come face to face with his would-be-killer. He closed his eyes, prayed for a quick, painless death and braced himself for the pain. But it never came. Curious, he opened his eyes, only to see the Sahagin gently float to the bottom of the Sphere pool.
"Hey you! Get outta there! We'll cover you!" He heard a voice call.
He turned to the source and saw Wakka and Tidus, fully –armed and butchering Sahagins as the last of the Aurochs exited the sphere pool. Without hesitation, he sped towards the exit as fast as his limbs could carry him.
The distance was closing rapidly, fifteen meters, then ten…five…three…two
Haleluja! I'mgonna make it! Thank Yevon! Salvation promised indeed! He thought.
Then, he felt a sharp pain in his back. Turning back, he saw his assailant coming in for another strike. Prepared to fight for his life, he clenched his fists and prepared for a fight.
Just before impact, he noticed a blue flash hitting the Sahagin, the heat from the blast caused his skin to burn. He was surrounded by white light, then he knew no more. (You know who gets another frag)
Auron stepped into the stadium, noting the carnage that was taking place. There were fiends everywhere, in the pool, in the stands, circling around in the air…everywhere. Coyotes ran amongst the stands, picking off the straglers of the crowd. Immense Garudas swooped from high above and scooped up the fleeing spectators in droves and shoved them violently into their great maws. Vouires incinerated whole sections of the crowd while the smaller helms finished off all that remained.
Calmly, Auron made his way in the direction the crowd was running from. Once he reached the end if the crowd, he was confronted by a large Vouire. It drew in a deep breath and let out a loud threatening roar.
"Dude, I suggest you invest in some tic-tac because you know what? Your breath stinks!"
With that he lunged forward to deliver a punishing slash with his oversized katana. (is it even a katana in the first place?) The Vouire just stood there stunned as Auron backed off and left. Then, a straight crack in its hide appeared. There was a look of horror imprinted on its face even as it's head tumbled to the ground and rolled a few feet, spilling blood all over.
"Auron!"
"Sir Auron!"
Auron heard two voices calling out for him, one sounded exceptionally familiar. He spun around and saw Wakka and Tidus.
"So…you do know him," said Tidus.
"Duh…best guardian in the business…the Micheal Jackson of the Guardian business," replied Wakka.
"No time to waste! Here they come!" ordered Auron as he braced himself for the impending onslaught if fiends.
I there was someone enjoying all this carnage, it was Dachande. Perched on a comfortable vantage point on the roof of the stadium with his cloak activated, he was observing the way the humans reacted to a situation like this. They did what he expected them to do: flee. Yes, they fled, like the pathetic cowards they were. While several were fighting for their lives, the majority were running.
His own people would not react this way. They would stand as find, going down in honour if they had to. But fleeing was totally out of the question. However, what impressed him were the colourful varieties of fiends. The smaller, more agile fiends were a hard target to hit, while the larger, armour-plated fiends would probably be equally tough nuts to crack.
Then, he heard a low grow behind his back. He spun around to see a large four-legged fiend, a Dual Horn, easily recognizable by its dual back horns. It struck a aggressive posture and prepared to strike. Dachande was highly impressed that it could smell him.
It can't see me but it can smell me…impressive…
The Dual Horn lunged forth in attack, it was quick, but Dachande was quicker. He grabbed the fiends' dual horns and slammed it to the ground. Fast, but not fast enough.
He finished it off with a fully charged blow of the plasmacaster, reducing it to pryeflies.
Then, a ear-piecing screech rang out behind him. He spun around and faced a Garuda. The Garuda raised its talon and struck, Dachande. But it was too slow, and Dachande had ignited his jet-packs and had mounted on its back.
He then proceed to extend his wrist-blades and stabbed them violently into the body of the great flying beast again and again. The Garuda roared in great agony and started to lose altitude. Dachande then extended his spear and stabbed it home into the Garuda's spine. It split with a sickening 'crack'. Dachande then managed to jump of the beast's back onto an outcrop as the Garuda slammed onto the ground.
Seymour didn't have a clue what the hell was going on. First, he was asked to attend the blitzball tournament to gain the support of the public. Then, they had (Warning: Spoiler imminent) released the fiends and Seymour was supposed to destroy them, again to get the support of the people.
He had several problems with that. Firstly, he didn't like Blitzball. He had better things to do as a kid that kicking a blue-and-white ball, like playing Barbie dolls for instance. Another problem: the purple team lost! He couldn't believe it! And to make matters worse, the yellow team won. Oh how he hated yellow.
But now he had an even bigger problem: the fiends were not only just scaring him, they were freaking him out. How'd you expect someone to fight when he was afraid. In fact, he was so afraid that he had wet his pants.
Just summon Anima and everything will be fine…that was what Tromel had said, screw him. Like he knew what Seymour was going through right now. But then again, safe under his chair, what could find him?
A Garuda then appeared right in front of him and bellowed, scaring the living daylight out of him. He screamed, cried and flailed his arms in desperation. The, as though on cue, a grappling hook descended from the heavens and dragged Anima up from hell.
Anima then proceeded to make short work of the rest of the fiends courtesy of her overwhelming power. Relived, the crowd started cheering and clapping for Seymour. Seymour then struck a James Bond pose and did a classic Evil Emperor laugh.
Mwahahahahahahacoughchokewheezehahahahahahahahahaha
In the dark hallway, Tromel, steward and advisor to Maester Seymour grinned with evil intent. The first phase of 'Operation: Hail to the Chief' had gone on successfully, the rest would follow suit in time to come.
"Damn…who unleashed the fiends?" queried Wakka.
"If I knew do you think I'd be here?" replied a rather agitated Lulu.
"Maester Seymour's aeon, it was so powerful!" commented Yuna, still dazed in awe.
"Don't worry Yuna, if you go to Baaj Temple and pray there, you can obtain it," said Wakka, reading a peculiar blue book.
MC: STOP READING THE GUIDE BOOK! NO SPOILERS!
"Sorry," Wakka apologized and threw the book away.
"So, do you think he'll stay?' asked Wakka.
"Of course Maester Seymour will leave, his home's in Guadosalam you know. You really ought to use your brain sometimes," replied Lulu.
"I meant the kid," said Wakka.
"Oh, he'll…"
Lulu was cut short when they noticed Auron walking towards them.
"Greetings Sir Auron. Thanks for the help just now," said Yuna.
"Cut the formalities, I want to be you Guardian. Do you accept?" said Auron.
"Of course I accept, welcome Sir Auron," replied a shocked Yuna. "But why?"
"I promised Braska," he answered,
"And he comes along too," said Auron as he shoved Tidus forth, "This one I promised Jecht."
"Er hello guys, howdy…" muttered Tidus sheepishly.
"You look sad, is something bothering you?" asked Yuna.
"Not really," replied Tidus.
"When I feel sad, I smile, it makes me feel better," said Yuna as she smiled, "Come on, now you try."
Tidus managed to fake a miserable smile, but it was still a smile.
"Good, now laugh," ordered Yuna.
"Here!" questioned Tidus.
"Come on, no one will laugh at you," assured Yuna.
Tidus took a deep breath and gave out a series of overly-sarcastic laughs. However, to his surprise, Yuna joined in. They laughed for some time before stopping and laughing heartily over how moronic each other looked.
Suddenly, Tidus felt a sharp pain coming from his neck wound. He let out a yelp of pain and spun around, only to notice a shroud which vanished as fast and as misteriously as it appeared.
"What's wrong?" asked Yuna.
"Nothing, just a muscle pull," replied Tidus.
It'll be several more months before Tidus would find out what that shroud actually was.