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A/N: Master here. Sorry for the ultra slow updating...we're really busy now. Holiday homework, tuition, training etc etc etc... But there is a more important reason for the slow updating... Its the SAVIORS OF KAMIGAWA STREET RELEASE! WOOHOO! Me the marines were drafting Saviors that day, I got a Michiko, a Promise of Bunrei, a Infrenal Kirin, a Iname as One, a...(gets knocked out by Chief)
Chief here. Sorry about that, he goes nuts when stuff like that happens. Anyway...enough of us...go read...
Arbiter: Saviors! Saviors! Saviors! (Gets knocked out too)
Chapter 12: The Battle of Bevelle
The atmosphere in the temple was cheery and delightful. The entire of Bevelle and pilgrims from all over Spira had arrived to witness the historic wedding of Lord Seymour, Maester of Yevon, and Lady Yuna, daughter of Lord Braska.
Hawkers, taking advantage of the gathering, set up little stalls as children tugged on their parent's clothing, coaxing them to buy a sugar candy stick or a rag doll. Spiranians, young and old, perused the wares of local artisans, admiring the workmanship of a designer cloak, or haggling over the price of a commemorative "Lord Seymour: Will of Iron, Tongue of Silver, Heart of Gold" brass plate. (Pukes)
A harlequin dressed in red and white taunted passersby in a playful fashion. He imitated their movements through a dancing puppet. The creature seemed to have life of its own, only the strings gave it away.
It was a grand occasion and the temple was decorated with banners and streamers of all sorts. Balloons filled the skies and fireworks were going off. Nearby, a live band was playing "Live Free, Spira", a livelier version of the traditional march. People danced to the strain of flutes and lyres, music caressed the crowd and a smile was on everyone's face.
However, on the other side of Bevelle, less than a mile away:
The entire district was engulfed with chaos as the Al-Bhed soldiers in the raiding party vented their anger accumulated over the years of being oppressed. Houses were sacked and then systematically destroyed by highly explosive grenades. Any pictures of the Maesters or the symbol of Yevon were brought to bonfires where they were incinerated as soldiers watched on with sadistic, perverted glee.
The raiding party had cut a bloody swathe of destruction through the city and the air was filled with the dust of a thousand wrecks and the smoke of a thousand fires. Beyond, the charred and horribly mutilated body of Evrae laid limp on the ground, a victim of the Al-Bhed's immense firepower and superior weaponry. It had gone down without much of a fight.
The bank of Bevelle's great vault doors, supposedly impenetrable, fell to the ground with a deafening crash as Al-Bhed soldiers dashed out, carrying sacks of gil, gold, jewels and other valuables. The bank alarm started wailing like a banshee in the cold north wind, but was quickly silenced by a well-place shot.
The Al-Bhed could have left the alarm on anyway. There was a mysterious lack of guards in the bank. Heck, there was a lack of surrendering civilians cowering at their feet, begging for mercy.
Did those Yevon bastards plan an ambush? Wondered Gippal, the leader of the party, as he blew up another building with a dual barreled rocket launcher.
A piece of paper floating in the air cleared his doubts. It read: "Attention. The wedding of Lord Seymour and Lady Yuna will be held at the Temple of Yevon. All must attend. Those who do not attend will be shot. Those who survive will be shot again."
Well then, let's crash that party! He thought as he reduced another house to rubble.
When the dust cleared, he saw a tempting sight. The larger-than-life statues of the Maesters were surrounding a marble fountain where two stone lions wrestled playfully amidst the splashing water.
He felt his rage build up in him, and with a yell, he aimed at Kinoc's statue and fired, slicing his head clean off and reducing the rest of the body to gravel. He then aimed at Mika, but to his dismay, he had run out of rockets.
"Give me your weapon Corporal!" he yelled to a nearby soldier, who handed him a heavy machinegun. Delighted, he flicked the switch to "auto" and blasted ammo slugs at Mika. All that was left after a pounding of several hundred rounds was a heap of unrecognizable chunks.
He then shifted his attention to Seymour, the most hated of the four. He checked his utility belt for a grenade, but he was all out.
"Sergeant! Any more TNT?" he asked.
"No sir, but we do have remote detonated highly explosive astrolite demolition charges," replied the Sergeant.
"In English?" asked Gippal.
"TNT's bigger, badder cousin with a prison record."
"I'll take it," he said as the latter handed him the explosive.
He then clambered to the back of the statue and chipped a hole with his knife into Seymour's rear end. He then shoved the stick of dynamite up before taking cover and yelling, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
"Yup, the asshole!" one of the Al-Bhed soldiers yelled back. There was a wild burst of laughter before it was drowned out by the explosion.
When the explosion died down, all that was left was fine gravel, dust, smoke and laughter, from the Al-Bhed.
Seymour stood proudly. The warrior monks in ceremonial armors saluted to Yuna as she, escorted by bridesmaids and bodyguards, walked gracefully down the aisle. Yuna then reached Seymour, when she presented him with the bouquet she was carrying.
The crowd was hushed as, in a synchronized action, everyone bowed to the couple as they prepared to take their vows. Then, a weird rattling sound was heard. By everyone. Even the priest had stopped his speech to investigate the cause of the sound. At once, everyone's attention was shifted to the door where marks started to appear. They seemed to be forming letters, which in turn formed words.
"It's a message from the spirits!" exclaimed Kinoc.
"Lord Seymour, you are certainly favored by the gods," praised the priest.
"Let us receive what the Gods have to say," said Mika, his old and hoarse, yet still booming voice, echoed throughout the crowd.
Excited, Seymour couldn't help but spell out the letters, "F-U-C-K Y-O-U. What does that spell?"
"I believe it's 'fuck you'," replied Mika.
"Huh!" Seymour muttered. He was confused at the message, but his thoughts would soon be cleared.
From beyond the door, a voice called out, "Hey bastards, Knock-knock!"
Yuna immediately perked up. She recognized that voice from home. It was Captain Gippal's.
A violent explosion tore the doors from their hinges. The crowd started to scream and yell, but did not run for the curiosity of finding out what was behind the doors. This decision would prove to be their undoing.
What greeted the crowd from beyond the cloud of dust was volleys of bullets of all calibers.
Panicked, the crowd bolted to run, but were quickly cut down in droves. Warrior monks rushed to meet the attackers, but they too were quickly overcome by the battle hardened veterans of the Al-Bhed raiding party. The warrior monk's armor consisted of bulky plates which offered protection from bullets. However, the Al-Bhed, learning from experience, wore lighter, more flexible battle armor. Besides, their high-caliber guns easily pierced the armor plates and sank into the soft flesh underneath.
The party also helped too, using their own weapons as well as machine weapons to pulverize the hapless Warrior Monks. Tidus, in particular, was having fun with a shotgun he found on the airship. He had practiced in the range on board the ship and now could fire and reload it effectively with one hand alone.
Suddenly, he noticed he was surrounded by Warrior Monks.
"Surrender! You're surrounded!" yelled their leader, but Tidus, defiant at ever, spun the shotgun around like a pair of nun-chucks eliminating all who surrounded him.
Meanwhile, a Warrior Monk was pouring lead into Auron's torso, only to see the legendary Guardian continue to approach. With two quick slices of his No-Dachi, Auron sliced off the Monk's breastplate. The Monk then grabbed Auron's undershirt and tore it, only to see the bullet wounds disappear in a swarm of pyreflies.
"What the fuck are you?" the Monk asked, his lips quivering and his face pale.
"I'm complicated," replied Auron as he grabbed the Monk's neck and broke it.
From his hiding place in the shadows, Buddy gunned down another fleeing devotee, this one a priest. He took a moment to relish the memory of seeing the man's head blown into several bloody chunks before resuming his killing spree.
Warrior Monks and Yevonite Mages stationed within the inner recesses of the temple heard the ruckus and hurried outside, and were met by the sight of the still-smoking corpses of their fellow warriors and civilians, and an enthusiastic-if somewhat thin-Al Bhed infantry assault.
Most were simply standing there, waiting for someone to tell them what to do, when the snipers' 14.5mm armor-piercing, fin-stabilized, discarding-sabot rounds began to cut them down. The impact was devastating. Buddy saw Soldier Monks, Flamethrower Monks, and Yevonite Mages alike throw up their arms and collapse as the rolling fusillade took its toll.
Most of the remaining Warrior Monks and mages had already been scared shitless by then, and hightailed it back into the relative safety of the temple. But a section of ceiling, already very loose from multiple explosions and shockwaves, was cut off from the rest of the ceiling when a sniper hit the spot that still attached it to the architecture. The monks and mages that were fleeing looked up just in time to see the ceiling crashing down on them.A second later they learned what it was like to have the sky fall on your head.
Lulu was confronted by several priests. There were garbed in white robes with wands and staves. Judging from the look of it, they were high priests, skilled in offensive and passive white magic.
"Halt, Black Magic user! Your presence shall not be tolerated in this holy place! Yevon has show you kindness by not persecuting your kind. Leave now or we shall cleanse you!" their leader shouted.
"You underestimate the power of the dark side." Lulu replied ominously. Forks of lightning bolts started crackling around her hands. Some priests slunk back in hesitation.
Then, she attacked. Bolts lanced through the air and laced around the bodies of the priests. Lulu kept up this relentless magical assault until the priests had all been reduced to blackened skeletons, charred beyond recognition.
Rikku was charged with the mission of sneaking up and rescuing Yuna. However, she still had much difficulties as the place was bristling with guards. Then, she bumped into something. Warrior Monks.
"This place isn't meant for little girls. Let uncle show you a thing or two about fighting,"said one Warrior Monk as he lunged forth.
He expected Rikku to attempt to dodge or block or something. But she didn't. Instead, she simply took out a pistol and shot him. Horrified at the sight, his partner turned to run, only to see Rikku dash in front of him, shoving her minigun in his face. The last thing he heard before he was blown to kingdom come was, "Only a little girl?"
Kimarhi was having fun. These humans were weak and slow. He easliy brushed past them as though there were nothing more than pieces of cardboard. Then, he spotted Wakka nearby.
"Wakka! Pass!" he bellowed over the heat of the battle. Wakka obliged and handed him a spare Blitzball.
Kimarhi then slammed the ball home into a group of fleeing Monks, tripping them all over. The fallen Monks were quickly massacred by the Al-Bhed's fire.
"Not bad. You might wanna play for us some time," muttered Wakka.
Seymour was furious. How dare these Al-Bhed screw up his big day. Then, he noticed Kinoc picking up a rifle from a fallen Monk and aiming it at Yuna. Kinoc then yelled over the chaos of the massacre, "Stop now or the summoner gets it!"
Tidus stabbed the Brotherhood and the Rebellion into two Warrior Monks when he noticed Kinoc at work. Pissed, he wrenched the swords out of their guts and charged at Kinoc, but a small group of warrior monks put themselves between him and his target. "GET OUTTA MY WAY!" he screamed. Instead of being intimidated and pulling back, one of the monks stepped forward and aimed at Tidus' head.
Sensing what was coming, Tidus darted slightly to his right, and the 7.62mm round missed his left ear with millimetres to spare. Feeling that slicing the warrior monks into byte-sized chunks would take too long, he decided to employ a new move that he'd been itching to try out.
Sheathing both the Brotherhood and the Rebellion, he launched himself into the air, straight at the lead warrior monk. Just as he nearly collided with the Yevonite, he flipped himself upside-down, grabbing the neck of the monk. As he put himself back on his feet using the Yevonite warrior as leverage, he also used his momentum to throw the monk forward.
The warrior monk's neck snapped very audibly, and his limp body was propelled forward into the clustered group of his comrades, where it impacted and threw them into severe disarray. In other words, the group of warrior monks were a tangled heap of limbs on the floor.
(A/N: That was Ryu Hayabusa's Guillotine Throw from Ninja Gaiden. Or you could say Dead Or Alive. Hence, by putting this in, I must say that I do not own Ninja Gaiden. Or DOA.)
With the Warrior Monks finally out of the way, Tidus resumed his furious charge, only to find the barrel of Kinoc's rifle shoved up his chin.
"Call off your troops!" Mika's booming voice echoed throughout the temple grounds.
Auron nodded to Gippal who started yelling orders to his troops. The Al-Bhed soldiers started to gather their equipment and their wounded (few wounded, none dead. Yevon sucks!). Slowly, they marched off. However, before that left, Gippal still had another trick to play. He reached for something on his belt.
"Hey Seymour! Catch!" he said as he tossed the object to Seymour. It was metallic and somewhat circular.
"Thanks! What is it?" asked Seymour, but Gippal didn't answer. He just turned to leave.
"Seymour!" said Kinoc, "It's a grenade! And its pin's been pulled out!"
"Argh!" yelled Seymour as he threw it to Kinoc.
"Not me!" said Kinoc as he threw it to Mika. Soon, the Maesters were having a game of 'pass the grenade' on stage. Finally, Kinoc had the brains to throw it up, where it exploded in a shower of streamers and sparkles. Then, a piece of paper floated gently to the ground.
It said "boom".
Feeling utterly embarrassed, Mika then turned to address Yuna and her Guardians, only to find that they had already escaped.
A/N: Lazy, so we'll skip ahead to when the party is sentanced to the Via Purifico Dungeon.
"So, how fares the Ronso Maester?" asked Kinoc.
"He's like all of them, strong-willed, determined, has an overwhelming sense of justice and when we tell him to stay out of our affairs, he stays out," replied Mika.
"That's good, isn't it?" asked Seymour.
"Not really. We will need to dispose of him fast, in case he meddles in our affairs," replied Kinoc.
"Speaking of meddling, you won't find anymore troublesome meddlers than Yuna and her Guardians,"commented Mika.
"They're gonna die, why are we getting so worked up?" asked Seymour.
"They're strong, I don't trust the fiends in the dungeon," replied Mika, "Tell you what, Kinoc, dispatch a detail of Warrior Monks to guard each of the exits. Go with them so they don't slack off. Seymour, go too. Your talents will be put to great use."
"I don't think so, who would kill his bride, especially on his wedding day?" asked Kinoc.
"I would."
Kinoc was getting impatient. Here he was, reduced to a lowly sentry standing guard over the Via Purifico. It had been ten long years since he last stood here bearing a rifle. And he never liked it, not then and certainly not now.
He needed to check with Seymour if contact had been made, so he pressed the button on his walkie-talkie, but all that came out were warped beeps and crackling. Frustrated, he ordered one of his subordinate Warrior Monks to go check on them.
Weirdly, he never returned.
Ten minutes had passed.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Kinoc got even more impatient. He sent the other Monk to check on the first. He didn't return either. Kinoc got so damn pissed he nearly flipped. Then, he decided to go himself. After all, if you want something done right, do it yourself.
Kinoc was starting to regret leaving his post. The corridor's were misty and dark, the perfect place for a ghost story to take place. The dim ceiling lights didn't help either.
Then, the near predictable happened. The lights went out.
Kinoc groped around in the pitch darkness. He couldn't see five feet in front of him. Heck, he couldn't even see his own two feet.
He tried to comfort himself ny repeating the following lines, "You're a Maester, you can't die. You're a Maester, you can't die."
Then, he tripped over something round.
Startled, he fell to the floor. Then, he went in for a closer look. It was metallic, and was tinged a deep red. He slowly turned it around, and saw that it was the head of the first Monk he had dispatched.
Majorly freaked, he scrambled back into another round thing. Not learning his lesson, he picked it up, only to realise it was the other Monk's head!
He gave a yelp of shock with horror and turned around to run, only to bump into another thing.
This thing, however, was metallic. It was also very big.
Uh oh... (Guess who...)
Seymour was getting impatient. Here he was, reduced to a lowly sentry standing guard over the Via Purifico.It had been ten long years since he last set his eyes on this place. And he never liked it, not then and certainly not now.
He needed to check with Kinoc if contact had been made, so he pressed the button on his walkie-talkie, but all that came out were warped beeps and crackling. Frustrated, he ordered one of his subordinate Warrior Monks to go check on them.
Weirdly, he never returned.
Ten minutes had passed.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Seymourgot even more impatient. He sent the other Monk to check on the first. He didn't return either.Seymour got so damn pissed he nearly flipped. Then, he decided to go himself. After all, if you want something done right, do it yourself
Seymour was starting to regret leaving his post. The corridor's were misty and dark, the perfect place for a ghost story to take place. The dim ceiling lights didn't help either.
Then, the near predictable happened. The lights went out.
Seymour groped around in the pitch darkness. He couldn't see five feet in front of him. Heck, he could'nt even see his own two feet.
He tried to comfort himself ny repeating the following lines, "You're a Maester, you can't die. Heck, you're dead already."
Then, he saw a pale, ghostly shade in front of him. But he came prepared. From his belt he whipped out a small torch.
The beam revealed that it was only Kinoc.
Heaving a sigh of relief, he relaxed and said, "So, its just you, I thought there was a ghost or something like that. To think I even thought it killed you-"
Seymour was cut off by a gruesome sight. A small trickle of blood started to flow down Kinoc's cheek. The trickle soon became an all-out cascade. Then, Kinoc collapsed, revealing his assailant.
It was the big bad wolf from Macalania Temple.
Seymour let out a high pitched shriek loud enough to wake the dead and let loose several "Firaga" spells.
But when the smoke and chaos all died down, the "wolf" had already left.
"Damn...the fiends were the easy part, but they didn't tell us about the guards!" complained Rikku.
"Relax, we'll wait for a opening and surprise them," said Tidus.
"That'll be easy when they got rifles and we got," she glanced at Tidus' swords, "Pieces of metal."
"They're like a part of me! Don't insult them," Tidus retorted.
"Hey guys, check it out, I think Lady Luck's on our side today after all," said Wakka. Rikku and Tidus peered at the exit to see the Monks walk off. They were changing shifts! Delighted, the trio darted out of the exit. Then, Rikku took a wierd turn.
"Where you going?" asked Wakka.
"Don't ask, just follow," was his reply.
They came to a large door with some words written on it in Al-Bhed. Tidus flipped through his dictionary, then slammed it shut with a smile on his face.
"Dang, you're good," he muttered.
The sign said "Armory".
Rikku was like a kid in a candy store, dashing from shelf to shelf helping herself to arms and ammo. She had never seen an armory this big. Although the one in the airship had more varieties of guns, this was bigger.
Wakka was helping himself to grenades and more grenades. He had fallen in love with them and, though he hated Machina, he, as mentioned with the vending machine, made exceptions.
Tidus however, found himself drawn to a hallway in the back of the armory. It was the hall of fame and the walls were decorated with glass cases containing famous weapons used by the Crusaders or the Warrior Monks. They ranged from immense rocket launchers to small sidearms. However, Tidus didn't care about them. He was attracted to the steel box mounted on the pedestal at the end of the hallway.
On the box was a brass plate that said "Ebony and Ivory". Below it, there was another brass plate describing how and when they were found.
It said"Found in Zanarkand pits. Earliest known type of Machina weapon known ever to be constructed. Found in 5 A.Y.(Meaning After-Yunalesca) Carvings on the guns read 'Ebony and Ivory'. Carvings seem to indicate names of the guns rather than their types. Seems to be a modified variant of the Desert Eagle."
Curious, Tidus just had to open the box. He tried to fumble with the lock, but it was shut dead.
"Whoa...they certainly did some refurbishing. This place isn't on my map!" commented Rikku as she entered with Wakka.
"Hey Rikku, mind helping me open this lock?" asked Tidus.
"Sure," she replied as she tried to use a hairpin to pick the lock, but to no avail.
"On Besaid, there's only one way to open a lock, at that is to," Wakka slammed his Blitzball into the case, and probably by luck, it opened.
Concealed inside the chest were two nearly identical handguns, one black and the other silver. Like the Rebellion, Tidus had a great feeling of Deja Vu. He had definitely seen, and probably wielded these guns before. Slowly picking them up from their resting places in the chest, he cradled them in his hands. Sticking both index fingers into the trigger guards, he suddenly had another flashback. This time, it was one of his fifteenth birthday.
-Start Flashback-
In front of him was Jecht. He was presenting to Tidus a dull package. Where his mother was, Tidus had no idea. All that he knew was that it was just him and his father. "I bought these for you. I know you've always wanted one,so here's a little repentance for all the times that I've neglected you." Jecht told him.
Tidus bit back the urge to sneer at his father as he ripped open the package. But inside, he found what was beyond his wildest hopes. In the package were, not one, but TWO handguns, one waspure black, the other a shiny silver.
"You like 'em?" Jecht asked him, grinning.
"Are you freakin' kidding me?" Tidus said hoarsely. "It's like love at first sight."
"You gonna name 'em?" His father asked, the hard look on his face softening a bit.
Tidus grinned like a kid who had just received a new toy. "Ebony and Ivory." He said.
End Flashback-
And just like that, the flashback ended. Tidus suddenly found himself with a monster headache. Dropping the handguns, he clutched at his head, trying to soothe the pain that was splitting his head apart like a wedge. Rikku noticed Tidus kneeling on the ground and hurried over.
"You alright?" She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Tidus nodded and slowly got up, picking up the two handguns that he vaguely recalled christening 'Ebony and Ivory'.
Something was wrong about that flashback. Seriously wrong. For starters, he could recall his fifteenth birthday very vividly, and he remembered that his mother was present. Furthermore, he also remembered that his old man had NEVER bought him anything. Hell, Jecht wouldn't even buy Tidus a toothpick!
And yet, with a certainty that he could not explain, Tidus knew that the flashback was real. But how could it be real when it, well... wasn't real? It had never happened. Tidus chucked the thought back in the hindmind for later debate. Right now, he had a more critical objective. Get the hell outta here.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Tidus said as he walked over to the closed armory door and kicked it open, twirling his newfound handguns on his fingers.
Rikku turned to Wakka. "What's gotten into him?"
Wakka shrugged.
"Halt!" yelled one of the Warrior Monks on duty. Both him and his partner had their rifles leveled at the trio's chests.
"Oh! I know this game! Its..." the three of them whipped out their weapons that were barely concealed behind their backs, "...See who has more guns."
The Warrior Monks' look of terror was still fixed onto their faced even when cut down by an overwhelming storm of lead.
The trio were engaged in a fierce firefight with another squad of Monks, this one larger and better equipped. Tidus realised that they had to press on or the Monks' backup would arrive, so he leapt into the crossfire and charged.
The Monk's then shifted their firepower towards him, but using expert dexterity developed over years as a Blitzer, he easily deflected the oncoming bullets with his dual swords. He was closing the gap rapidly and would soon be able to revel in the spray of Warrior Monk blood. However, a stray shot hit him home in the shoulder and he dropped the Rebellion before dropping to his knees, clutching the bleeding wound.
"Your leader's down! Surrender!" shouted the Squad Leader.
Since when was he our leader? thought Rikku as she stacked her guns in a pile with Wakka's.
"Take them awa-" the leader of the Monks wasn't given a chance to finish his sentance. Something had violently bitten his head off from the back. Something big. Very big.
The rest of the squad turned back, only to see a gargantuan claw swiping towards them. They didn't even scream as the razor-sharp claws mutilated their bodies.
Tidus looked up and saw an immense dragon. It look almost identical to the beast he had seen in his flashback, but it's colour and size didn't match. It also did not radiate an "evil" aura the former had.
Yuna then appeared from the shadows behind the dragon with Auron, Lulu and Kimarhi. Upon seeing Tidus, she ran toward him and hugged him.
"I'm so glad you're ok," she choked out, holding back tears.
"As long as you are fine," he replied.
"Don't wanna interrupt your romance, but we got company!" yelled Rikku.
"Leave them to me!" yelled Lulu as she geared up for another "Thundaga" attack.
Lightning bolts fried the Monks alive in their armors as their tortured screams slowly died down.
"Lets get outta this godforsaken place!"
The party was sprinting across the Highbridge at near breakneck speed when they were confronted by an old enemy, and his sidekick.
"Thought you could escape from me the last time didn't you? Well today you won't! Me and Pooky (His teddy bear, just in case your memory's failing) will stop you this time!" said Seymour.
"Let's get him-" Tidus started, but was cut off by Auron.
"He's only a decoy, soon this place will be swarming with Monks! Let's just bash past him and get outta here!" yelled Auron.
Kimarhi stepped forth.
"Leave him to me," he said, his voice calm and composed, like he always was.
"But-" Yuna was cut off.
"Let's go! Now! That's all the time we need!" Lulu yelled back.
Reluctantly, the party left the noble Kimarhi behind.
"Awww...the poor little Ronso got left behind, so sad," said Seymour sarcastically.
"You shall now see the true strength of Ronso," replied Kimarhi as his eyes turned blue and great balls of blue energy laced around his hands.
Blades jutted out of his left wrist(Yup.Wristblades)and his Spirit Lance crackled with bright blue energy.
Seymour knew at once he had picked the wrong guy to mess with.
"I still don't like it," said Yuna.
"Like what?" asked Tidus.
"Leaving Kimarhi behind," replied Yuna.
"Neither do I," said Wakka.
"Me too," Rikku added on.
"Ok! Spiranians, democracy, we vote!" said Lulu, "Those for?"
All except Auron's hands shot up.
"Sorry Auron, you are outvoted," chuckled Lulu as she started sprinting back.
When the party reached the battle scene, they were greeted by an unexpected sight. Hundreds of Warrior Monks lay limp on the ground. They had either severe burns or were bleeding profusely from spear wounds.
In the center of the great circle of death lay the leader of them all.
Seymour had the Spirit Lance jutting out of his torso. And perched atop it was none other than the cause the mess. Kimarhi.
Then, in one smooth fluid motion, Kimarhi leapt off the tip of the Lance and grabbed it in between his feet. He then raised a huge ball of blue, crackling plasma energy above his head.
After gathering much more energy and increasing the blob of plasma energy tenfold in size, Kimarhi slammed the huge ball back down onto the Highbridge, causing a great flash bright enough to be seen from Mount Gagazet.
When the flash finally died down, all that was left was a battered and subdued Seymour who, surprisingly, was still standing.
Mischeviously, Kimarhi poked Seymour in the stomach gently with the Spirit Lance. Seymour gave a weird coughing sound before disintegrating into a heap of ashes.
Satisfied with his "work", Kimarhi slowly turned around to see the party, who were staring at him and standing abnormally still, like stone statues.
"What?"
A/N: Chief here. Those two are still out cold, so i guess although its the Master' chapter, I guess I gotta do the ending part...Seymour gets owned by an ultra-pumped Kimarhi, Kinoc FINALLY gets nuked and the Yevonites get their just desserts. What to expect next? I dunno, so don't ask.
This is the Chief, signing out.
Arbiter: Saviors! Saviors! Saviors!