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Is that how it goes now? Is it oh so old? Is it made of lemon juice? Doorknob, ankle, cold.

The Llama Song

Chapter 23... I think
A duel. A duel? To the death! TO THE DEATH!

Hmm, that was pretty. Thought Tidus as he watched Kinoc turn into rainbow fireworks.

As confident as he was in his skills and the skills of his friends, Gatta was proving to be a major irritation. It seemed the boy managed to grow some talent before returning to the real world. He was quick with a sword, and that wasn't helping Tidus any, who's true talent lay in his speed. Fencing with out a straight sword, wasn't helping either.

Tidus let himself be beat back toward the demolished hover, where his mind formulated a plan. He moved toward the back of the machine, heading toward the engine compartment. Finally he got within grabbing distance of the main engine, his backed turned to it. He sweetly parried a strike from Gatta, and launched into a back flip. His body paused for a split second in a vertical position as his hands rested on the battered hood. During that second he found what he was looking for, a gap between the engine compartment cover, and the body of the machine. As he finished his flip he lodged his sword in the gap, using the force of his fall to pry open the hatch.

Tidus had taken a gamble, and won. The machine was its self was of course, inoperable. Almost everything fragile and broken in someway. The very bulk of the engine however, is made of heavy metal. And since most of the blow of the crash had been on the front and bottom, the main part still ran. Most of the lines were leaking and a few pistons broke open, and it didn't have much more time before the fluids ran out, but the engine its self still turned over.

So Tidus grabbed the most intact looking hose, and yanked it out of its socket. Liquid burst out of the end of the hose and a high rate. Tidus pulled the hose in front of him and aimed it directly at Gatta. In the same motion, he cast a small fire spell right in front of the spraying liquid.

I really hope this is flammable! Thought Tidus. What he got in return was a hiss as the spraying water doused his small fire. He had grabbed the radiator line. Lucky for him though, Gatta was a bit surprised by the sudden flow of water at his face, and hesitated for a moment.

Plan B. He thought, and put his thumb over the end of the hose, making the water shoot out faster. This time he cast a blizzard spell in front of the water. What resulted was almost as devastating, and somehow, even more fun than making a flame thrower. Bolts of ice slammed into Gatta's head and shoulder, spinning him around and knocking him to the ground. The flying ice bullets pounded into his spine and the back of his head as he fell to the ground with a crash. Tidus put down his Icy Super Soaker of Doom, (yes, that's right, Icy, Super Soaker, of Doom) and walked over to his fallen opponent.

"You were always a little too eager to fight" said Tidus as he placed one foot near the base of Gatta's neck, the other, near his temple, and shifted his feet scissor-like, snapping Gatta's neck.

While all the swords and fancy moves and physical feats were going on everywhere else, Lulu and Mika were doing it all Merlin style. (There is no such thing as archaic porno, so don't even think about it) Forget physical combat, they managed to beat each other to a juicy pulp without even touching each other. Lulu was poisoned, she had been hit by demi thrice, she was burned, soaked, and incredibly cold, and she was just getting warmed up. Mika was faring just as well, only he had been hit by Flare about 4 times, was poisoned.

Lulu was summoning up another Flare when Mika hit her with a quick fire spell. She flinched but got right back to her casting. Mika, who was no longer an old man, had back the reflexes of young age, and made a swift dive as the Flare spell rushed at him. He was fast, but the spell still caught his legs, sending him spinning across the Guadosalem floor. He hit the rocky wall and rose to his feat. The spell after spell trade off was getting on his nerves. He rose his arms high into the air and begin forming Ultima.

"Hmm, I expected better of him" she thought, and dropped her Onion Knight doll. The tiny armor clad swordsmen charged at the deceased Maester.

It was a close race, but the Onion Knight made it to the Maester and stabbed it's tiny sword into his leg. Rage filled the man and he attempted to obliterate the tiny doll with his Ultima spell. A flesh went off knocking the man down. The doll went sailing across the room crashing into the door of the item shop. The master looked up just in time to see Lulu casting an Ultima spell. He jumped to his feet in a futile attempt to avoid the devastating blast. He was lifted off his feet and slammed into the rocky wall. Pain echoed throughout his entire body. He was about to try to stand back up when Lulu hit him with Thunderga. He was all but defeated, and the Moogle Queen launched her coup de grace. She double cast, first using waterga, lifting Mika into the air. While he flopped around in midair, she cast Blizzarga which crashed into him, slamming him once again into the rocky wall, and shattering on impact.

He fell to the ground, beaten, at the mercy of his opponent. It all finished when little Onion Knight waddled over to the fallen man, and plunged it's sword into his head.

Kimarhi and Moroda were probably the most evenly matched thus far. Both had matched the others every thrust and stab. Only a few minor scratches had been scored between them. The only advantage either of them had was Kimarhi had the superior size and strength. The Ronso kept trying to lock spears with Moroda, only to have the man weasel his way out of it.

The two spears crashed together, and with a quick shift of his arms, Moroda hit Kimarhi in the face with the butt of his spear. The ronso was stunned for less than a second, and Moroda hurriedly brought down his spear on Kimarhi's shoulder. His haste however lacked the necessary power to brake the ronso armor. Kimahri head butted Moroda, his horn driving into Moroda's forehead, leaving a bloody gash. Backing off, Moroda once again began stabbing at the ronso large torso. Kimahri wasn't fast enough to parry Moroda, and then get closer to the man. He was continually blocking the hurried thrusts, only barely keeping up with his opponent's onslaught.

Kimahri had had enough. After the 20th or so straight attack from his enemy, he parried, and intentionally dropped his spear. He then turned his left shoulder directly into the next oncoming thrust. The blade pierced his flesh and tore it's way violently into his muscles and tendons. Moroda eyes lit up with relief. He thought for sure he had won. Kimahri however, knew otherwise. With a huge roar, he grabbed the shaft of Moroda's spear before the man had any chance to pull it back. He ripped it from his opponent's hands and threw it into the doorway of the Guadosalem inn. Moroda dived for Kimahri's fallen spear only to meet his foot on the way.

The kick threw the man backward. Moroda got up, but he knew there was no hope. The 6'9" blue gargantuan of muscle towered over Moroda ready to tear him apart. Kimahri didn't even need a left shoulder to take him on. Moroda threw up his arms in a feeble attempt to block Kimahri's first punch, which accomplished nothing. The blow to the head sent the man staggering backward, somehow he managed to stay on his feet, only to be picked up by Kimahri, who proceeded to deftly toss him into the air. Moroda fell to the ground with a crash. Kimahri launched yet another kick, hitting the man in the chest, cracking a few ribs in the process. After sliding back 10 feet, out of pure spite, Moroda climbed slowly back to his feet.

Kimahri stepped in front of the dazed man, and with all his strength, launched his hardest possible right hook. He fist hit Moroda's jaw, and the velocity of the punch unintentionally snapped his neck. He twisted around in a half circle, falling for the last time on to his stomach. Kimahri took a last look at the fallen body. His glare was returned by the cold stare of the dead man's eyes, because Moroda's neck had twisted an entire 180 degrees.