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The wooden haft hit me in the side of the head with almost obscene force, snapping my head around, and taking a sizable chunk of skin with it. The reptilian mountain spun the spear, bringing the point to bear, and thrust as hard as he could (the grunt he gave could only mean two things, and one doesn't happen in battle). I barely managed to get my blade in front of the thrust, and was pushed backwards by the force of the blow. I could feel the hate building in the back of my mind, before surrendering to it, and letting the berserker rage flood my mind with red mist.
Basil's POV
The new guy is getting smashed up pretty bad. Maybe this will be the end of it, and we won't have to actually follow through with our promises…holy shit his eyes have turned red… he's berserk!
" Everybody back off, he's berserk, don't get in the way."
Me
The rage was not conducive to memories. Flashes flicked before my mind: back flip over the spear, Basil run away, decapitation with sword, falling to ground…
I woke up in the HQ, to sounds of laughter.
"What have I told you about usin' that word?"
"Granddad, you said nigga forty- seven times yeastaday."
" Nigga please."
" Turn that down, he's awake." came a feminine voice that was almost recognizable, but that I couldn't place for some reason.
" Nah, it's ok, that's the Boondocks isn't it," I said " How'd you get a TV in Ivalice?"
" What's a TV?" came back at me. I walked over to the area where everyone sat, and saw what was going on. The alchemist that had been captured was also apparently an illusionist, as he was projecting a TV show from the real world onto the wall, sound and all.
"So you took him alive… good job," I said, "Oh yeah, how'd the rest of the fight go?"
" Fine, fine," said Basil distractedly "Now can we get back to the show? I was watching that"
" Yeah whatever," I said, "I've seen this episode a million times though." I went to my pack and took out a CD player. I had no idea how it had survived the trip to Ivalice, but it had, and I turned up the volume as far as it would go, and just sat there. After a minute the alchemist that was now a part of our clan came over, and seemed like he wanted to talk to me. Alas, the music was up so high that I could only hear every other sentence.
"Hi, how's it goin'? I'm-"
"Breeding fast in poverty"
"I was wondering why you guys saved me from the Bloodthirsters –"
"Infectious driving dormant seed
"I want to join your clan on a lasting basis-"
" Left in charge to dominate -"
"Fuck it," I said as I ripped the headphones off and put the whole thing away. "Now what is it that you want?"
"I want to know why you all rescued me from the Bloodthirsters, and I want to join your clan permanently." Said the Nu Mou cheerfully.
"You can join, we didn't mean to rescue you, and you need to not like the government," I said " We were liberating this Jagd for our own use as a staging area for attacks all over the continent, and you happened to be in the enemy clan, and we happened to need an alchemist."
" I had thought so," murmured the Nu Mou " and I can conform to all of your other wishes as well. I have no love for the government. It's their fault I'm here.
" Well, as a test of good faith, will you help me try something out?" I asked curiously.
" What might that be?" asked the Mu Nou
" I am unable to touch holy weapons, as they burn my skin. I was wondering if you could find a way to ahh make the weapons switch alignment."
" I have actually tried to do so before, and have found that I can do weaker weapons, such as Excaliburs and such, but not something as powerful as an Excalibur II.
" Alright, let's go to the armory and work on it for a while." I said
"Gladly," The Nu Mou said " Oh, and my name is Selecuos."
The next morning came, and found me and Selecuos finishing our experiments in the "lab", which was actually Mack's room. Mack was busy anyway. I looked at the weapons that were to replace my Eclipse. Two sickle blades, each three feet long, and black with red scrollwork. The blades had been subjected to a wide variety of death spells, along with other magic. The blades gave the wielder the unique ability to cast magic, and use alchemist skills, a last minute idea by el Nu Mon.
When we walked out of the "lab", the others were again watching The Boondocks.
" Granddad, Gangstalicious is to dumb niggas what Oprah Winfrey is to fat women." Huey was saying. I looked at Selecuos quizzically.
"I put a spell on the wall that makes it act like a TV." Said (name).
"How do you know what a TV is?" I asked
"You're not the only one from the other world." He whispered.
Three hours later, two and a half of which were spent planning our takeover of Jagd Dorsa, and the rest watching "WV" ( Wallvision), we left the HQ, leaving Mack and Emet behind to guard things. For this trip, I had donned my full suit of armor: black plate, with spikes protruding from shoulder guards, and gauntlets. The helm was formed into a grinning skull with evilly gleaming rubies for eyes. The rest of the clan had the same weapons as they had had for the fight at the bar, as they were still learning from them, but I had my new blades belted to my waste. We were ready for war.
Jagd Dorsa
When we got to Jagd Dorsa, we found the resident clan, the Hounds arrayed in front of us. The word had gotten out that we were coming. No matter, as the Hounds were clearly expecting us to stop and fight with turn- based tactics. We just kept coming, and when we were within five feet of the Hounds, they reacted, snapping weapons on guard. They were in pretty bad condition, and could only muster six or so people to throw at us. There was a fighter with an air blade, a black mage with a rod (ummm), a moogle gunner with a mithril gun, a mog knight with another air blade, a sniper with a Max's Oathbow, and an illusionist.
Where are the beasts that they are so famed for fielding? I thought, looking around, but seeing none. Oh well, fuck it. I charged, followed by my clan. My blades snapped into my hands, and I brought them to bear n the fighter, and began to overwhelm him almost immediately. His blocks were barely there to stop the whirling blades coming at him from all angles, and he began to acquire cuts. The fighter raised his blade over his head in two hands, and brought it down. I caught it on crossed blades, and shattered it with a flick of my wrist. A spray of blood arced from his chest a second later, and soon after, his head flew from his shoulders.
When I turned, Alcest Ultima Bladed the mog knight, Selecuos cast Meteor at the black mage, crushing it, and Katrina (Babette, whatever) had turned the gunner to stone.
The illusionist screamed out an spell, and water flooded from the air itself, and washed away Katrina and Selecuos. Alcest stood his ground, and I was too far away to be hit. I decided to test the power of my new blades. I concentrated on them, and used them to channel a Firaga spell from them, incinerating the illusionist.
"That was too easy." I said, laughing. Then a growl came from behind a hill off to the left. Five people mounted on hounds came out from around the sides, and I saw why the fight had been so easy.
" Those rejects were just buying time." I growled, readying myself for the real fight.