Wow, this one isn't that long…sorry about that. It seemed a good place to pause for a breather though devious laugh oh, um…well, just tell me what you think. R&R please!
chap 5
The entrance to the castle had become a scene of utter chaos. The airship shuddered as a few of the wyverns made it in past the hail of gunfire to rip at its sides with their lethal talons. Yuffie had finally freed herself of her temporary uselessness and was swatting the dragonish creatures away from the craft with her shuriken, timing each throw to block another individual attack on the ship. Each time she loosed the weapon spun upward, a silver blur, struck its target and returned in a spiral of whirling blades to its mistress to be thrown again. Aerith shifted her support of Squall to one arm, prepping to use a spell to halt their ascent.
"Hey!" the blonde man was back in the doorway above them. "You need to steady the ship! She can't idle when she's being ravaged, you know! You gotta steady her or I can't wait for you!" He jerked forward and nearly fell as a wyvern slammed into the crown of the craft--his hold on the doorframe was the only thing that saved him. Aerith had no choice but to immediately shift her chanting to keep their chance of escape alive.
"Yuffie!" the ninja's attention shifted as a package came at her through the air--she broke off her throw to catch the heavy object, swathed in abused cloth. It was the Lionheart, blade covered with Squall's jacket to protect her from slicing her hands on the sharp metal. That caused Squall's waning attention to shift as well: they were ten feet off the ground and rising and Cloud was still several yards away.
"Throw the sword!" Squall yelled. Cloud obliged, still sprinting forward. The Buster sword flew through the air, spinning dangerously towards the people on the dais, as its owner took a blind leap.
Yuffie dropped her Shuriken and the Lionheart, watching the Buster sword intently. Timing it just right, she leapt up and grabbed the hilt. The weight of the weapon drug her down onto the platform's level surface and just missed slicing her leg as it came to rest with a loud clang, pinning her temporarily with its impressive weight. Aerith, standing stock still in concentration as she held the airship steady, teetered as she was pushed. Squall shoved himself away from her and lunged, though the force of the momentum was the only thing that gave him the strength to do so. He hit the dais hard and in the resulting wave of pain his wind was blasted out of him. Regardless, he threw his left arm out—
That was a short one-hee hee. Anyone want to know what happens?