"You shall pay for this Chosen!" Pronyma said gritting her teeth.
"He is none of your concern Pronyma," said Yuan as he pointed his blade at Pronyma.
She pointed her sword at Yuan, dark energy gathering at its tip. Yuan put the blunt side of his blade out in front of him, using it as a shield as a blast shot forth from Pronyma's blade.
"Come now Pronyma these silly parlor tricks are beneath the both of us." Yuan said side stepping a blow that to the average eye would have seemed to come out of nowhere.
Yuan made a quick swipe with his blade making direct contact with Pronmya's. The sword fell to the ground with a dull clank as the metal hit the stone floor. Yuan then pointed the tip of his blade at Pronyma's throat.
"We both know that this battle is as good as done Pronyma. Surrender now and spare the needless bloodshed."
"Never!" Pronyma said, her voice seething with hatred as she reached to her cloak drawing out a dagger.
"Now, now "my lady" dirty fighting isn't really a style befitting of a proper lady."
"Wretched Chosen!" Pronyma cursed as she felt the point of a blade up against her back.
"This isn't over!" she said as her outline began to fade away.
In a matter of moments she disappeared right before their eyes.
"Well that's just great," Zelos said sheathing his sword.
"Don't worry she couldn't have gotten far, but I do not trust your intentions. Tell me whose side are you on."
"Is this how you angels treat someone who just saved your life? Look, we're both fighting against Mithos. Isn't that good enough for you?"
"You betrayed your comrades, sold out the Chosen just so Mithos would remove your silly little title of Chosen."
"Right now there is a girl in need of our help, why don't we deal with that matter first and then we can discuss this whole issue of sides. Alright?"
Yuan shrugged and reluctantly followed the Chosen. True he had sold out the group, yet in just as quick of a turn he had betrayed the very same person he had sold out to. Whatever his intentions were Yuan would remain suspicious of him, but still followed since they currently had the same goal in mind.
Lloyd entered a large stone room. This room seemed to glow with a magical radiance. A large flower hovered over the room, with what looked to be a green haired woman at it's center.
As Lloyd entered the room he noticed the large capsule containing Collette.
"Collette!" he shouted as he dashed into the room.
The resounding clang of metal upon metal rang through the room. Lloyd looked over and noticed Kratos fighting with a smaller figure.
"Mithos?" Lloyd shouted, noting the smaller figurer clad in white.
Lloyd couldn't take it. Not only was Genis' murderer right here in front of him, but he was attacking Mithos.
"Kratos!" Lloyd shouted charging forward.
Kratos was distracted by this cry. Mithos pressed forward knocking aside Kratos' blade. Kratos quickly shifted his attention back to the battle at hand. He tried to dodge the oncoming force moving quick enough to dodge a potentially fatal blow, but not quick enough to avoid the entire blow. The sword left a nasty gash across the left side of his chest. He probably would have cried out in pain, had the Cruxis crystal he now wore not eliminated his sense of feeling several millennia ago.
Instinctively clutching at the gaping wound he quickly moved away from the heat of the action. The new patch of growing red fit right in with the other crimson stain that remained from Genis' wounds.
Lloyd charged recklessly forward, his seething hatred fueling his actions and at the same time blinding him to all else but the target at hand; Kratos.
"Lloyd wait," Sheena shouted.
Something about the situation didn't seem right. As much as she felt anger toward Kratos for what he had done, she knew that it wasn't in Lloyd's nature to attack someone as badly wounded as Kratos was now.
Lloyd raised his blade preparing for a slash that could possibly finish off the angel. Kratos looked to Lloyd closing his eyes in resignation. Kratos felt a stream of air rush by as the blade came down.