VIII: Extinguished

Blaze would make her way to the fight with her hands engulfed in flames. She leaps in blasting at the stag.

Favre would turn and dodge the blast as he fires away at the princess.

Cinder would strike his weapon disarming him of one of his firearms. "Can't do much without your tools of destruction, can you?"

The stag would retaliate immediately with a hooved fist to his face. "The tools don't make the man, Prince. They just make him that much more efficient."

Francis would then swing at him with his sword only to be tossed over the Favre's shoulder and into Cinder.

Gale fired a rain of arrows down on him.

Favre would take the time to dodge as many as possible. "You can't hit me, Gale. What good is it to make the attempt?"

"It's called a diversion."

"What?" He turns to her only to be met with a fist to the stomach.

Marshall had laid his punch hard before grabbing him by his pedicles and knees him in the chin. "That was a long time coming, you bastard."

Favre stood up slowly with an irritated groan. "Had you shown this side of yourself years ago, I'd have not felt the need to cast you out."

"I never needed you to make me into the man I am today."

"Is that so?" He turns to Marine in the distance. "I still have time." He reaches into his jacket.

Everyone had their respective weapons or powers ready for what may come next.

Favre would then pull out what looked like a grenade. "One more step and none of us leave alive!"

Francis would lower his weapon along with Cinder and Gale while Blaze had let her flames dissipate.

"Now, if you don't mind, I have a flame to tend to." He goes to leave, though he would pull the pin and toss the grenade at them regardless.

"No!" Francis ran up to the grenade shield first.

"Francis!" Marshall would reach out to him only for the grenade to go off in the process.

Blaze coughs a bit as the area was covered in smoke.

Cinder would fan the smoke as he would catch a glimpse of the wolve.

Francis was down on one knee panting as he drops his shield and sword.

Marshall kneels before him. "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright. Did…" He looks at everyone. "Did I do good enough?"

"You always were good enough, Fran. Don't let Favre continue to tell you otherwise."

Gale would then hear a voice in the distance. "Speaking of which,…" She makes her way to the sound.

Favre was on his knees before the torch now extinguished. "It's all gone."

Marine nods. "Now no one can use its power."

"All the potential,…the possibilities for a new order,…" He clenches his fists at her. "Do you know how much I've sacrificed!?!?"

The bear approached from behind slowly with her bow ready.

"No matter. If I can't bring the flame,…"

Gale took aim at the stag only to feel a sudden pain. She drops her weapon as she feels her torso upon which she felt the hilt of a combat knife.

"…I'll just bring the heads of the ones who took it away."

The smoke finally fades as everyone boar witness to the sight of Favre impaling Gale.