Crystal
Sword FFO Survivor:
Ghaleon
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Hm. Those two are exceedingly difficult
to tail. Perhaps they are wandering randomly, but given the
skill they both have demonstrated in combat, I tend to think
they have noticed me.
Well, no matter. I tire of
slinking through the trees like a lesser primate, and now is
as good a time as any to speak directly to them.
*Ghaleon climbs to a lower branch*
Hold. Here come those rogues again. Only two of them,
this time - the third one, the angry young man with the giant
machine, is nowhere to be seen.
Let us see how this
plays out.
"Izlude, I think we got company..."
"Aw damn, not those morons again. Why won't they leave
us alone?! Whaddya want, huh? What's your problem?!"
"You jerkoffs! Your ice spell SCREWED UP MY SPIFFY
HAIR!!!"
"Your hair! The two of you and your friend
with the machine attacked us without provocation, and all you
can think about is your damn hair?!"
Perhaps I should
intervene? This gives me the opportunity to accomplish two of
my tasks in one fell swoop...
*Switching to
third-person narration for the action sequence*
Izlude brandished his spear menacingly and Ronfar
slowly drew his blood-stained mace. Both were clearly worn out
and injured from the fighting, but they stood erect and ready
for the onslaught.
Kuja started the battle with a fire
spell, blossoming past the two allies as they leapt away from
it. Reno stood by laughing as Kuja launched spell after spell.
Izlude leapt into the air, plunging his spear deep
into the earth where Reno had stood a moment before. Ronfar
charged into the fray at Kuja, whirling his mace savagely and
shouting like an injured animal, but Kuja dodged aside after
taking a glancing blow. Both Izlude and Ronfar were fighting
skillfully and bravely, but clearly the injuries they had
sustained had taken their toll. They glanced at each other,
took a swig of wine each and prepared for a last-ditch charge.
A voice echoed from above:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You
two need to learn some manners. It's bad form attacking people
without a reason, you know."
And with that, the tall,
silver-haired man unleashed an orb of magical energy which
encapsulated Reno and Kuja, burning them with bolts of
lightning. Both men dropped to the ground, but quickly began
to scramble to their feet, angered but not incapacitated.
Izlude and Ronfar didn't give them that chance. Izlude
vaulted into the sky and thrust his lance into Kuja's rather
exposed leg, while Ronfar, with an entreaty to Lady Luck,
flung a pair of flaming dice into Reno's chest, causing the
man to fall back.
The tall man in the long silver
cloak walked coolly up to Reno and drew his long amethyst
blade.
"And for the record, your hair was beyond hope
long before you met any of us."
And he swished the
blade past Reno's head, clipping from it one of his treasured
locks.
Reno and Kuja, angry but battered, limped off,
shouting profanities as they went.
Ronfar wordlessly
held out his wine flask to the stranger, who, smiling, said "I
thank you, but you deserve it more than I."
Ronfar and
Izlude both introduced themselves to the stranger. His scarlet
eyes twinkled beneath his silver bangs as he declared simply,
"I am called... Nash."
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One
vote each for Reno and Kuja
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Arts of War Team: Ghaleon (Crystal Sword),
Daigohji (Ronfar), Izlude (Izlude)
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