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Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 16, 2018 16:00:49 GMT -5
Zidane scoffed at Amarant's words. "I know what we gotta do!" He assured.
But he -- he did fret that maybe caused a problem he couldn't quite handle. Sure he was too big for his own britches much of the time, but when it came to the others putting them in harm's way due to his own stupidity was not worth it. He looked back, holding up his arm and clenching his fist with determination. He was confident he could push through. And he supposed Amarant was right. He was being soft. King wouldn't have remembered him, right? After all he had just stolen a piece of the set, it was incomplete!
But little did Zidane know Lord King had completed the set of Golden Armor and in its center sat a red stone, the same stone that had been liberated from the Neptune Statue in Alexandria. When the Burmecian was fished out of the sea he had it still embedded in his body. It was the last piece that Lord King needed. A guardian that overstood all guardians! In the darkness of the suit mail's armor a red light filled it creating orbs that were reminiscent of eyes. The armor heaved hauntingly. In its shell the soul of protection attached to the suit and it moved to stand. At its side it gripped a mighty ax, thrice the size of any ordinary hand ax.
It would begin its patrol of the Auction House...
In the sewers the former soldier had waded from the wastes. From above the Hook Bats watched as he slumped against the stone walls, peeling from his tattered clothing the refuse that had deteriorated into slimy masses that clung to the body. Gasping out he coughed up a dark mass that melted away into the grout of the antechamber's surface. A pair of yellow, glowing eyes watched from the canal of filth.
"So-- you helped me up?" He hissed. "But what is it you desire in return...?" The Burmecian stared into the Emblem Heartless' eyes, their orbs sharing a glimmer of understanding. He smirked. "Is that how it is...? You'll lend me power for my heart?" He didn't need that anymore... He would kneel down and reach for the creature.
A distinct S N A P P I N G noise caught the rogue off guard. He jumped and came to a full stop in the passage. Looking back that curious tail of his was still, not an inch of movement. Before the pair new it a tidal wave of Shadow Heartless rushed at them from the alternative path and right down theirs, like a sea of evil, filling the passage with a chill!
"Run!" Zidane booked it, sliding some as he took off. Skidding across the wet, metal tube he made a sharp turn to the left right into a dead end.
It was gated off by thick, metal bars. Looking up the thief spied a narrow tunnel leading up into the kitchen. This was where food was dumped down into the sewers to be washed away by flushing water. Zidane jumped up and grabbed the edges of the entrance, which was sealed closed by a wooden hatch. He slammed his shoulder into it, boots dug against the wall. The Heartless swept into the passage: their claws skittering across the ground like a mass of bouncing ooglop. Each time Zidane slammed his shoulder into the hatch he was met with resistance, but less and less each go until finally. CRACK!
"Its open!" He called. They had to get through fast because the Heartless were seconds away from -- MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2018 14:15:08 GMT -5
...Nothing.
Amarant did not run this time. The man stood firm, turning his full body around to face the shadow-creatures, they who had stopped their swarming advance hiding in the blackness in the distance, their yellow eyes being the only thing that pieced it... Several of the creatures parted to the side, fading into the walls of the sewer as if to make way for something... someone, the silhouette of a Burmecian.
The redheaded man raised his fists defensively as the figure approached silently, his naked, scaly tail swaying absently behind him, his scarred, broken form radiating a haunting black fog. His eyes glowed just like the shadows that had haunted them before, a certain broken-heart insignia slapped over his cut and battered chest. His padded feet lightly *clacked* along the cold, muck-coated tile of this sewer chamber as he slowly approached the pair, Amarant not giving an inch in the wake of the rat's unrelenting approach.
"Hmph... He looks to be a challenge..." The mercenary remarked, completely missing the significance of this encounter... Zidane wouldn't. He might just recognized the tortured, mangled shape of a friend he once new, someone he held dear to him now approaching like the soulless black mages, his eyes somehow both blank and focused at the same time. Even as he drew close to Amarant, his gait didn't break for a moment and, before the large human could even attempt some kind of defense, a quick swing of his arm SLAMMED the former bandit THROUGH the sewer wall, brick and foundation collapsing atop him as well!
The Soldier blinked, surprised by the utter STRENGTH of the threat, his body flooded with aches and pains he was... unfamiliar with... a new deep raking claw wound cut across his pecs, rending his tunic to effecive uselessness. The soldier groaned loudly from beneath the stone as he struggled to work up the strength to dig himself free, heartless already on the move to converge on the location!
Meanwhile, the Bermecian honed in on Zidane, holding out a hand as if... to beckon him forward...
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 22, 2018 11:49:41 GMT -5
The rogue looked around the kitchen. It seemed an ordinary manor facility. A big, burning brick fireplace that was decorated with dried vegetables and meats which hung on the hearth. The crackling flames were fed by wood and cabinets brimmed with manna and honey. It was a display of greed, wealth. One could be sure the single occupant of this abode did not need so much food. Sure he would entertain guests, but it was excess. It always was. The rouge rolled his shoulders, a gloved hand coming to rest on the edge of the counter as he pulled up from the refuse disposal. Shaking his blond hair, a few carrots and an old, rotting lettuce leaf were discarded back down.
His tail jumped up as he felt chilling nips crawl up his back. "Amarant!" Whorling back around he pushed to lean over the edge and peer down.
He saw the red-haired man standing his ground. The bastard! It wasn't the time to act tough! Before Zidane could call out again a flash of darkness ripped across the sewers below. The giant of a man was sent flying back, causing the rogue to instinctively reach out. As he did the brick underside began to rumble. He jumped back as the section fell down, leaving a ramping exit from the sewers below leading up into the kitchen. The thief turned back, tense, as if, at any moment, guards would appear.
But nothing happened.
The rouge turned back, hearing movement, but as he turned he came upon the claret eye of the fallen soldier. Zidane took a step back, fists up in a defensive position as he felt his heart lurch into his chest. "You..."
How many years had it been? It felt like decades ago since Zidane saw the man. A sea of Soldiers fled Burmecia. Zidane had been able to save some of her citizens. Kal was doing well in Lindblum, Wei -- their kids. Gray was alright too! But this was one of the men he was unable to save. A specter still trapped in the war. Zidane had done everything he could to stop him from his foolish endeavors. They had not been friends, but neither had they been enemies. The rogue understood that war sometimes changed people, be it for the better or worse. Klein had lost his purpose and had ceased to see good in the world that discarded him. Come peace, there was no room for soldiers. They had become carpenters, blacksmiths and anything the trades needed in order to rebuild their homes.
Klein couldn't stand to help those that had destroyed his home, his life, and had made him a giless pauper. The heroes that saved the world, the villains that had caused the wars to begin -- none of their politics had mattered to him. He had met Zidane on his journey of power, to become a hero again, but he stopped him! Over and over the rouge had gotten in the way of his reach for absolution with his perverted sense of justice!
And in the end he was betrayed by his benefactor.
The rogue had known all along...
"Hey buddy..." The thief recognized that red eye, the scars over his right eye and the wound in his chest. Though his body was different and that scar was sealed with gold... "I thought you... died." He tried looking for him when he fell into the sea. But the Genome found no proof of his survival, nor of his death.
The dark, clawing grasp of the Burmecian reached for the hero, his eye upon the boy's tanned throat. Zidane's eyes drifted to the side as the sound of someone moving through the halls caught his attention. Armored steps drew closer to the kitchen after the commotion. He turned around sharply and opened his mouth to warn the two but the shadowed hand snapped around his neck and with the strength of a devil the corrupted soldier threw the rogue into the island counter, the force knocking the wind from the rogue, a rib or two snapping from impact. The thief crumbled to the ground as his vision darkened. The last thing he saw was the Burmecian's scaled back, lined with spines, before he charged out into the hall.
A flash of gold and a hissing roar was all Zidane heard before he temporarily lost consciousness.
The two figures vanished into the halls of the manor.
It was not but a moment later, maybe longer, before Zidane started to breathe again, his mind on Amarant who had had seen last, being brutally attacked. "Amarant!" The rogue gasped out, lungs filling to their fullness before he stumbled forward and coughed out. "...are you alright?!" He scrambled to his feet! MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2018 20:37:10 GMT -5
"I'm fine." Amarant growled as Zidane hopped to his feet, coming back to reality! Amarant stood beside him, a hand on his shoulder as the blue glow of Chakra flowed through him, healing any wounds he might've sustained in the struggle with the walking rodent. He himself was glowing with his own energy the light glow of his Aura spreading across his body. Long cuts afflicted by the heartless that jumped him slowly stitched back together, his prior wounds with the reptile monster from down below also closing up neatly. The majority of his green tunic was left in taters and so... without any hesitation, the bandit simply reached a hand down and ripped it right off, discarding it to the wind without any concern. The heartless that attacked him? Destroyed. Obliterated. He didn't have time to waste on them. There were bigger threats out there tonight.
"We don't have time for you to get sappy. We have to stop that thing! Lets move!" He stated flatly before breaking into a run through the manor! It seemed in the time they were... occupied, the Burmecian had done heavy damage to the place... Wall-paper was ripped in bunches from the stone it covered, several knights lay slumped against empty suits of armor to flat out on the floor, unconscious, some harder to determine their state. For the most part, the halls were empty... eerily so. Despite the candles and chandeliers above were lit, the warmth and light they provided seemed heavily dampened... as if something was sucking them away. Windows were broken, expensive weapons and tools that once rested on the walls on display were now strewn about with abandon... nothing that caught Amarant's eye too much.
"Someone you know?" Amarant questioned, assuming Zidane ran along side him through the ruins of the Manor. "It almost sounded like that rat was a friend of yours." The Bandit gracefully jumped over the body of another fallen soldier, paying him no mind before moving on. This was NOT the time to be worried about individuals. They couldn't hope to save everybody, especially since they were one step behind that monster... They had to think big... come up with a plan or this city is dead. Who's even to say whatever this... dark plague is won't spread from here? Who's to say it won't reach Zidane's precious Alexandria? What then?
"Whoever that was, he's going down. No questions. No hesitations. Understand?" No sooner than he said that... several Heartless soldiers popped out of what appeared to be bubbles of darkness, quivering in the air for a second before landing on their feet. They shifted from foot to foot manically, limply, as if they were solid... but not at the same time, as if the darkness that made them up tried to fill in the space surrounding it while remaining contained within it's form. Amarant came to a dead stop again, noting the sheer number head of them... They couldn't just push through... not with those claws...
The warrior dropped low into his fighting stance, grimacing in frustration. MORE of then...? What even were they? Why were they here?
"Hmph. They're getting damn annoying..." He growled quietly, raising his claws to deflect those of an oncoming soldier! Catching its fingers within his metal blades, a mere twist of his wrist severed them before a swift kick sent the creature flying through the air, slamming into several of it's brethren before disappearing back from which it came... Amarant's momentum would not be stopped as he swiped and cut through several more heartless in an attempt to push his way through....
Meanwhile, the Bermecian had made his way to the auction house, drawn by some... impossible force... The doors had long since been shut but such deterrents meant nothing to him now... With a powerful KICK, the metal hinges gave way and COLLAPSED to the floor of the auction house, revealing multitudes of guards between him... and the King...
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 26, 2018 12:55:07 GMT -5
The rogue rest his gloved hand on the counter top, subconsciously supporting himself after his injury. He seemed no worse for the wear outside and offered Amarant a sheepish grin. He hand't meant to worry, but Amarant was wont to get himself into situations and forgets they were there to support him too! He looked up towards the hall. There were no guards around and he found that most suspect. Crossing his arms he tapped his fingers to his chin, elbow resting in his palm. "Aren't there usually a lot of guard in here?" But as he asked Amarant was already on his way. When the larger male made his way on to observe e the damage Zidane had taken but half a step, flinching. He rubbed at his side before bouncing after the red head. He slid to a stop and peered around into the passageways which showed a measure of destruction. He looked up to the man as he kept pace with him, his tail bobbing this way and that. Zidane stopped to observe the damage, a lot of it seemed to be done by the slashing claws of the corrupted Burmecian, but what was he chasing? Zidane blinked his sapphire eyes and turned to the so-called bandit king, a title Zidane neither wanted nor carried due to his more mischievous habits of passing the blame, or escaping the scenes of his crimes before he could be caught or tried! Zidane was hardly the sort to commit atrocities, or was a rampant burglar. A treasure here or there that nobles wouldn't miss and could help out the troupe. It wasn't as if they hoarded treasure either! A lot of what Baku got went into getting money to keep the Prima Vista in sailing shape or the getting the local kids a place better than the street. A lot of the troupe were war orphans... So guys like Lord King who sat on their asses all day and got fat on the backs of struggling locals really irked him simply because of how hard Baku worked to make sure they didn't end up dead and starving in a gutter -- and was called a crook. These guys were the crooked ones.Biting his temptation to punch a nearby wall in frustration he sighed, letting the annoyance melt away. Amarant's question was unanswered... Using the toe of his boot he shifted one of the unconscious guards to take a look at them. No mortal wounds. A few cuts, a good shiner here and there. "Not exactly." He stated. "Met him traveling. Think he's a pirate or something. Used to be a soldier. Doesn't take too kindly to me cause ... I tried saving him." Well -- that didn't seem at all far fetched. Zidane did seem to have a habit of helping people out when one least expected it. Enemy, ally, friend, rival -- none of that seemed to matter to the rouge. Colors of allegiances were just nuisances in the grater scheme of things for the thief. How could he explain it to Amarant? The guy wasn't bad just -- confused, hurt and lost. He didn't have a home anymore and he didn't deserve to become the pawn in some monster's game. He looked up to the man. He couldn't just abandon him.After all it was his fault, his interference that had pushed him into a corner, trapped and desperate. He wasn't going to abandon him! Zidane jumped to the ready with a horde of the beasts appeared, washing into the halls like a wave of darkness. He quickly drew his blades, snapping them together and spinning his thief's sword in the air to balance his stance. Holding the blade behind him he allowed his feet to slide apart in a steady stance. His steps seemed a bit unsteady, but he managed to push forward with enough speed to tear through two soldiers and a shadow with Rumble Rush. The first Soldier had been knocked back, and collapsed onto the other two Heartless with a clatter. Though a weak attack it didn't take much for the critters to be dissipated into shadows.The rogue didn't like to think there wasn't anything they could do -- but there wasn't, not here anyway. "Amarant, we have to get rid of the source or they'll just keep swarming! Something here in the Auction House is summoning them, something powerful!" He couldn't be sure but there was a source.Something always called these demons. The thief eyed them. Zidane and Amarant were just obstacles to them. They seemed to be swarming over one another and dashing about trying to find a way -- into the Auction House! "Amarant, look!" he pointed to a path a few were taking, the others acting like distractions until the others could find the source of their desire... In the Auction House Lord King sat with his Golden Knight positioned in front of him with its glimmering gold shield and gold sword. The powerful armor was completed with the acquisition of the Golden Helm taken from Zidane during his last 'visit'."So you're that piece of trash I tossed away?" The noble mused. "Perhaps I did so too soon..." In the chest of the Golden Armor pulsed its heart, the ruby red stone cursed by Terra's desperation, its greed for life and want for survival. All that power rest in the chest of the armor, animating it.It clapped its sword against the shield threateningly, its former master craving its power. The Corrupted Burmecian let out a roar, unintelligible, frantic for his trophy. The golden armor was both a blessing and a curse. It could imbue its wearer with the greatest defense against all magics, but it did so at the cost of all physical defenses. The guards stepped forward, ready to defend the noble, as they were paid to do."So, you can no longer speak? I wondered what had that beast had gotten up to, so you've made a deal with the devil, hmm? You know now I cannot let you live. You're a threat to Alexandria. I am sure the Queen would reward me greatly for ending a fiend such as you and with my automaton she would certain delight in commissioning more to replace her soldiers as she is so fond of protecting life..." After all gil was gil...The soldiers would charge the corrupted ex-soldier. "I will ... be a hero..." Klein exhaled, his claws extending and body increasing in mass. Now a hefty contender the parasitic heartless would consume his will bit by bit. Every piece of power used by the pirate would fuel its consumption of this heart! Dropping to all fours the reptilian, cryptid would lunge at the soldiers in full combat. The Golden Knight awaited its change to slay its dragon... MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2018 21:54:33 GMT -5
"Hmph." Amarant grumbled as he slipped a trio of kunai daggers out from within his bracers and THREW (Lv1) them into a group of heartless soldiers, one nailing in the center of it's shadowy face, the second in the center of it's dark heart insignia, the third through it's lower metal jaw, piercing it and going straight through it's throat! All three faded into darkness as Zidane himself ripped through a pair, correcting the mercenary's assumption in that the rat was just someone he "saved." Yeah... weren't they all...?
"Doesn't matter." He growled as he charged ahead, backhanding a soldier that had gotten too close and sending it spiraling into one of the few still standing decorative suits of armor. "I'm not letting him live... and neither should you." Oh, he knew what Zidane was like. Save everyone you could, kill only when you felt you had too. That was his problem... Amarant didn't believe he could keep his damn priorities straight. He was probably going to try and talk sense into the rat and get himself killed.
Hell would freeze over first before Amarant let that idiot do something so stupid. If anyone was going to off that monkey, it was going to be HIM. He wasn't going to let some upstart rat and his shadowy demons rob him of his chance to even the score...
Speaking of score... no matter how many the pair of them cut down, more just seemed to pop out from portals into the dark! Damn things... There was just no end to them... A soldier quickly jumped at Amarant... who's head was thoroughly caved in by a clawed fist! As that one faded into darkness, another one lunged at the warrior's legs who recieved a boot to it's chest for it's trouble, sending it flying into a wall! Even as more and more filled the hall, the blazing Amarant cut and punched and kicked his way deeper and deeper into the waves of shadows, determined to get to it's end!
No, Zidane didn't have to tell him... he could SEE their efforts weren't getting them much of anywhere. Unless they could find the source of these creatures and destroy them...
Something caught the mercenary's attention soon after the dismissal of another heartless, the end of the hallway revealing the scene... No... Dammit they were too late!
Without a word, Amarant's hand shot out for Zidane's gesturing for him to come closer and damn FAST if he pleased! Should the monkey comply, the soldier would quickly grab his arm and HURL the thief across the hall, his great strength more than enough to cover the distance! Soon after, he would flicker as a heartless scratched across his head, the image of Amarant disappearing as he used his FLASH STEP technique to flicker across the hallway between the heartless before they had a chance to form any kind of barrier!
Should Zidane still be flying by the time he got there, He would reach out to grab him, pulling him back down to earth beside him...
One would expect the soldiers to advance from behind... but no... They had gotten too close to the doors through which their "master" resided... each one disappeared back into the black from which they spawned leaving only the two heroes flanking the rodent as he muttered under his breath his words, his gnarled twisted voice somehow forming understandable patterns of speech.
"Some hero you are." He growled, lunging at the bermecian, bringing his claws down hard on his back!
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Sept 27, 2018 19:25:32 GMT -5
Zidane couldn't help but glare at Amarant when he declared that his failures had not mattered. Of course they did! His actions indefinitely caused that man to spiral down further into his despair. Zidane knew how it was to not know where it was you belonged. Finding a home was hard, but finding your place in such a big world was nigh impossible. The paths were endless, but sometimes there was only one, or a dead end that served as an obstacle which fed on one's fret. He knew he couldn't blame Amarant for his personal view on the matter. The guy stubbornly marched forward, ignoring those walls placed up along his roads. But sometimes finding another path meant avoiding that pitfall on the other side...
"He made a mistake! He doesn't deserve to die for it!" Zidane stamped his foot, adamant, but in doing so he stung his own injuries.But he knew he couldn't make Amarant see his way, no more than the mercenary could force the thief to walk his path. It was perhaps why they often butted head, but also got a long. They were opposites on the playing table. Zidane's cards were face up, always ready to be on the offensive, while Amarant did to have his face down, hoping to surprise everyone with his ruthless ethics. The rogue moved to follow the man, his fighting only created a hydra. Where one was cut down, two more took its place. He looked up at the fighter, who beckoned him hurriedly. Had he seen something?Ever the trusting comrade, as Zidane approached, he found his collar crumpled in the man's fist before he was lurched across the air with enough force to strangle most. The thief unbuckled his blades, making sure to shift in the air and flip his reckless partner off with both hands. The red head appeared to multiply and vanish before reappearing behind him, manhandling the rogue with as much grace as one expected a barbarian. The rogue stumbled forward, hands on his knees. He wheezed a bit, feeling the pinch in his side. He glared up at Amarant, red in the face. "You asshole!" He huffed. "A little warning would be nice!" He sneered as the man was already moving forward on his thought. Zidane stood and threw his arms up, giving up as he just moved along with Amarant's insane focus. "Hey what --?" He began to speak when he caught up to him, but it seemed their prey was located.More specifically Amarant's prey... Zidane just couldn't agree. Sure he thought maybe if he stopped Klein it would have been enough, but he kept fighting, kept pursuing his goal. He became blind to the consequences of his actions and needed help. Zidane couldn't ignore that. Even now as he faced down Lord King and his shitty guard elite. The rogue couldn't push it either.... He knew his ribs were broken, a few at least. He had to convince Amarant of the same, somehow. And he knew how. He looked to the gold suit of armor, brows furrowing as he focused on Lord King's shit-eating grin. The corrupted Burmecian had taken out two soldiers by the time Amarant and Zidane had arrived. The men were stalled by the power the beast showed. One of the knigths had been sent into a window and the other hit so hard he had slid and bounced across the floor like a stuffed doll. Though not dead, they were unconscious and most like heavily injured with broken bones. The remaining knights would gasp as the infamous Bandit King flew into action and buried his claws into the shadow's back with a sickening slice.Glowing eyes remained unblinking beneath the mist of darkness that filled its form. It looked back to Amarant with a cold gaze, which has since lost its humanity and only had a singular purpose. A cross his chest was a golden scar, the only thing to remain untouched by the cursed parasite that consumed his heart moment by moment. "I will save... Burmecia...." A dissonant voice rumbled from him, echoing and varying in pitch and tenor. With this he threw out his arm in an attempt to crack Amarant across the skull and, simultaneously, free the brute from his back. He was slow, but powerful. Inhumanly so!Zidane rushed passed the two, leaping over the shadow and mercenary, only to land on the third guard's face, knocking him out cold with a kick, leaving the fourth a shaking mess. He would discard his sword and shield, turning to flee as he was paid far too little to fend himself off against the Bandit King, a demon, and the Queen's consort all at once! But -- before he made it far he was caught by the roving shadows and dragged into the darkness of one of the halls, screaming for King's aide. But nary a peep from the cold Lord of Relics.Zidane stood face to face with the Golden Armor, the only thing between King and the rogue. He looked back as the shadow sought to beat Amarant to the ground, as its purpose was singular, endless... Zidane clenched his fists and pushed down all of his rage, his pride, and his pain."...I'll return what I stole." His voice was soft, but King did not seem surprised as he was aware of the advantage he had over the consort and his allies as of now. "....just stop this."Zidane had held onto it. He wasn't so fool as to let the relic escape him once he had obtained it. It was priceless, it was charming and -- overall: he had gotten away with it! But none of it was worth any of this. He reached around his waist and removed the silver blade from it. He always carried that blade in his scabbard, but never used it... It was pristine, sharp and detailed with a single Lily carved into its gleaming surface. He knelt down, biting back the pain, and set the blade on the floor. King smirked and waved his hand before he stood, ushering the golden suit of armor to the side. It stepped back and knelt down. The relic hunter approached the blade and retrieved it from its place on the ground before he examined it for any imperfections. "Hmph... the Queen has already fully pardoned him for any former allegations of being associated in crimes against a noble of Treno." The smug bastard would admit. "As for ...that rat, he's a pirate. He's to be hanged for his crimes." He assured. "You know all too well as he stole a relic belonging to the Knights of Pluto." He eyed the Gold Helm upon the head of the Suit of living armor, smirking wildly. "He didn't steal it -- I did!" Zidane admitted. "...I stole it to help him! I thought maybe..." King cocked his ear toward the thief. "That he'd be satisfied." But it had been a cruel trick set up by that witch. As the shadow attempted to assault Amarant it would still a moment hearing the words from the rogue. Lord King laid his hand on the shoulder of the armor. "But that's --""Treason." Zidane finished.The corrupted shadow had stilled long enough to leave itself open for attack. Something was off about it. It was between here and there. Whatever was trying to consume the Burmecian, was faltering against his will. A glimmer of life in the glaring, gold of its eyes sparked for but a moment... The Golden Suit of Armor stood and put its blade to the thief's back. "He will escort you to the dungeon." Lord King spoke before looking to Amarant. "As for you, I suggest you clean up that mess, if you want to speak any last words to your friend...." Lord King would turn to take his leave.Zidane gave the red-head one last look as he was pushed along. There seemed to be something going on. Zidane wasn't one to be taken so easily, not after all this time. And what could Lord King do? If Garnet were to find out Zidane was being held -- what was going on? There was more to this mystery. The armor led Zidane down and down into the dungeons and as they left, maybe Amarant could feel it too, were he sensitive to such things. When the armor left -- so did the feeling of dread... The Heartless? They turned to follow the suit, dispersing from the halls of the Auction House... MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2018 7:19:34 GMT -5
"And look at him." Amarant growls, as the pair fought through the pack of heartless. "He keeps making those mistakes. There comes a point where someone's crimes will NOT be forgiven. You're going to have to decide how much is enough." The Mercenary grabbed Zidane's hand as it was offered out to him, preparing to toss him into the sky. "You're going to have to decide who you're going to be. The thief who someone at the cost of everyone... Or the official who saves everyone at the cost of someone."
And with that... He hurled the monkey-tailed bandit HIGH into the air, over and above any of the shadow creatures that had infested the hall! The Mercenary fell in quickly behind, zipping between each and every fallen shadow-soldier before appearing right beside where Zidane would land, pulling him back to the ground with as much grace he cared to waste time on... which was to say, none.
"We can't afford to waste time." Amarant responded flatly, dismissing Zidane's protests. Without another word, the red-headed man LUNGED for the burmecian, raking his claws across his back! No declaration of pain... The rat turned to face the bandit king, declaring in an admitably formidable voice that he would "save" Burmecia. Clearly, he hadn't been up to date on recent events... What exactly was he going to save them from? Whatever. The answer wasn't important enough to ask the question. The rat tried to go for the same back-handed swipe at Amarant as he had done at the sewer, to dismiss him just as easily but clearly the creature hadn't given his opponent enough credit. He wasn't the sort to get caught by the same trick twice.
An arm shot up between him and the oncoming swipe, massive white fingers wrapping around his attacker's wrist, their raw power going head to head with one another as the two of them stood their ground! Amarant didn't have much of an opportunity to listen in on this conversation, seeing as it was taking almost everything he had just to match strength with this creature... His teeth gritted, sweat poured down his cheek... until he noticed something: It's strength began to let up. Something distracted it, something pulled it's attention away... and that was all the opportunity Amarant needed. Suddenly ripping his hand away from the creature, he whirled to the side, bringing his claws up in a stabbing arc, right into the chest of the rat!
With that... he would fall to the ground, his lack of attention both banishing the darkness from him and leaving him completely defenseless... Somehow, he did not die... and Amarant had to marvel at that... 3 hooked blades piercing his body and the burmecian still managed to cling to life. Even now, he couldn't make out an obvious wound on the other side... Strange...
It was then the red-headed man caught on to King's words, that Zidane would be thrown in prison... He offered Amarant a few last words to the Bandit, an offer he gladly took. Walking right up to Zidane, he looked him dead in the eye and muttered only two words:
"We're leaving."
No regard for the King's authority at all nor Zidane's wishes for penance if one could call it that. He glanced over at the living suit of armor sparing a momentary pause before walking back over to the rat he had very nearly slain, scooping him up and draping him over his shoulder. He had expected the thief to comply, that he would want to leave this city behind once again... but no. He just went with the suit of armor, not even bothering to fight it. He watched quietly as they passed, staring utter confusion as the rogue let himself be lead off to prison.
Zidane, you idiot. He muttered under his breath as the pair of them disappeared into the dark, broken hallway. You're so damn selfish.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 1, 2018 12:57:56 GMT -5
Bastard! I know... I know he keeps making those mistakes! But was someone there to help him maybe it would have made a difference!Zidane's mind shouted, angry at, not Amarant, but with himself. The red headed bastard was right... He couldn't just screw up because of one person. he was sure Baku would beat him black and blue ever he caught wind of the thief not using his head. After all what good is it attached if he wasn't using it? The Boss asserted that pretty often, especially when he did something stupid. Figures the recited line would crop up in his thoughts at such a moment.In the end Lord King won. That ruddy bastard had gotten what he wanted, but the rogue was stubborn and he wasn't so inclined to let someone pull the wool over his eyes. He sighed as the armor led him down the familiar halls of Lord King's mansion. He couldn't help but agree with Amarant. He's not changed much in that respect. He was pretty damn selfish, wanting all the fun for himself! He laughed weakly, the golden golem turning its head to the thief. Those hollow eyes searching. Zidane looked up and smiled before offering his middle finger to the suit as he held in his left hand the golem's sword."Don'tcha need this?" He would ask, wiggling the weapon.The golden knight looked to its empty hand with what could be contrived as the utmost shock. The Burmecian groaned, unable to move beyond restless twitches of overused muscles. The lump of shadow began to squirm. "...heart...return it..." Weakly did it struggle and look back to where Zidane was led.The Heartless followed after, clearing the room after they had fought to swarm it. There was a sudden shrieking noise from metal meeting metal and a great deal of clattering, clashing and cacophonous cries of ruin. Silence followed. No movement came from the once writhing halls. It would leave Amarant and his quarry within the Auction House, near the exit and left to wonder what just happened. A blur of blue dashed out of the hall as if his tail was on fire. In his gloved hands he held the magical, red, stone in his hands as he bolted passed the mercenary with one sentence bursting from his lips."Hedidn'tlikethatrun!" Like a bat out of hell Zidane rammed the double doors with his shoulders, knocking out two guards when the heavy barricades swung open to bash them in their faces.It quickly became apparent what had occurred. The golden armor hurled a wave of Heartless in and through some walls, eradicating a large majority as it slid into the doorway it had exited into with the rogue. In its armored face, between its "eyes" sat its golden blade where the thief had pierced it and the token of power that was once in its chest now sit an empty hole. The shadow lumped on Amarant's shoulder tapped the warrior before pointing out behind him.The golden armor held out its hand and summoned a spear of darkness which it than hurled towards them. Oh.Run.Zidane came to a stop when he ran out of road and nearly tumbled into the canal. He looked back. clutching his prize. "Can't fight if everyone's at risk, what kidna heroes would we be?!" Zidane called out to the monk.Hero?! You could have maybe informed someone about your plan--! But it was like Zidane didn't have a plan at all and pulled the situation out of his ass as he tended to do. But he did have the right of it. It was right fool to fight such a beast in the confining walls of the Auction House or anywhere where folk could get hurt. Zidane motioned his head over the edge of the canal where, down below, were makeshift paths of planks and poles that thugs and highwaymen alike used to get about when canal boats were nigh unavailable for the less than savory crowds. Holding up the stone Zidane jumped down and plap, right onto a shaky plank. The armor was right on after them. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2018 21:20:43 GMT -5
Amarant didn't understand what was going on. Had Zidane been playing them all for fools...? Whether or not that had been his plan all along, the monkey made his move, his sticky fingers snatching up the golden armor's weapon like it was nothing! The Bandit stared, shocked as the monkey ran right past him, telling him that they should run! ...It was only because he'd be fighting one handed and without the thief at his side did Amarant oblige him, breaking into a sprint just behind Zidane as the darkness flooded back into the hallway behind them, their unending black only cut by the shimmer of the pursuing armor! For all that was worth, getting his good name restored in Treno, it seemed like he was being dragged back into it yet again and by the same man... He might've just smiled at that god-forsaken irony... were it not so damn annoying! "You'd better have a damn plan..." Amarant growled, whirling around just in time to deflect a spear of darkness aimed at the back of the monkey! His claws swiftly back-handed the dark construct, dispursing it into harmless shreds of dark mist that soon dissipated. It wouldn't take long for the Armor to construct another but this one he held, it's point leveled at them both. The way the thing charged after them... Slow, deliberate, resolved to catch them on the end of his pike... There was no fighting this thing... Not on their own. If Amarant stopped now and even if he managed to work up the emotions to trance... He doubted he could come out on top... That was never something a proud warrior like him would EVER admit openly... but it was something he'd admit to himself. The Rat struggled and twitched on the Bandit's shoulder as the two sprinted... to wherever they were sprinting, grumbling something about "returning a heart." Something ELSE Zidane had stolen...? Besides the sword... had he taken something even more valuable...?
"What are you talking about...?" Amarant hissed, glancing at his passenger. "Make sense or shut up..."
It wasn't even a moment after he spoke did the two outlaws nearly stumble into the canal, a dead-end... Amarant turned towards the Monkey, giving him a look of utter contempt that he had gotten them into this mess, his gaze them steadily falling down towards his gloved hands... the one holding the blade...
"He said something about 'returning a heart.'" Amarant reported shortly, rolling the shoulder upon which the rat was draped upon, showing who he meant. "Does that make sense to you?" The clomping of metal boots worlds more intimidating than those of a certain knight captain they both knew echoed through the darkness-swollen halls of the auction house, letting them know there wasn't much time for idle chatter.
"Heroes...?" The mercenary snorted. "We don't have TIME for heroics, Zidane... We have to find a way to KILL that thing." The monkey didn't seem to care, though... Instead, he seemed adament on leading the armor on a merry chase! Hissing with disapproval, Amarant followed Zidane down the channel, the two of them SPRINTING down the steep slope before LEAPING off the drop-off and landing with... moderate grace upon the face of a channel-raft, their collective weight nearly toppling the thing! The Red-headed man shrugged off the bermecian, laid him out on the flat of their "boat" as it floated down the slow-moving channel, Amarant instead turning his attention to the armor... who began bombarding them with spears of dark! The mercenary wordlessly defended their raft and those upon it, his arms moving like blurs as he deflected javelin after javelin, sending them toppling into the water! The Armor persued alongside the channel, spears raining down from around the creature as if they were rain-drops!
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 4, 2018 10:33:34 GMT -5
"Oh come on, there's always time to play hero. Besides I don't want some superfluous lecture from Rusty about responsibility. We all know I won't heed it." That was the understatement of the year.
Zidane nearly tumbled back with Amarant's considerably hefty landing, his arms spinning about to catch his balance. When he was able to get his footing solid again he clutched the red stone and shot a glare at the mercenary.
"Hey! This is precious cargo!" He complained, crouching down as the drift was carried along the canal's natural current.
The golden armor appeared to be rampaging, the thief seemingly oblivious to the hail of magicked weapons being launched in their direction. The Genome looked to the stone in his hand before glancing back to the captured Burmecian who was corrupted by that same Darkness he had seen in the castle on the other world. His thumb brushed over the smooth stone, realizing it was like this he had grown attached to. Soon the raft of debris would hit a tunnel, a passage beneath one of the many bridges and paths along Treno. It could still be heard stomping after them, but it was a moment of reprieve as it attempted to find a way down into the crowded canalway to heed its path after them.
In the darkness the red stone gave off a faint glow, allowing them to see despite the conditions. Klein's eyes gave off a glow, the hiss of its shadow attempting to snuff out any source of light around him. "I don't think we can kill it. It isn't alive." Zidane affirmed to the mercenary.
All around the sound of flowing water cascaded through the dark passage. A few makeshift hovels could be seen beneath the bridge. It wasn't just the dregs of society that lived here, but those unable to find a home, or work. It was a part of Treno everyone cared to ignore. Zidane did not look up from the stone. He's been down here many times before. He remembered spending the night with Blank here once because they couldn't afford a room at the inn, their coin spent on drink and food.
"This is his heart... or, at least, what his heart desired." The rogue stood and looked to Amarant. "The armor isn't alive because of the stone, it's alive because of him." Zidane shook his head. "I've seen these shadows before, on the other worlds, and sometimes they make things come alive that shouldn't be. That armor should have fallen apart after I took the stone, but it didn't like I thought. Whoever he was, they are gone and nothing is left but a shadow of what he was. He wanted that armor so badly that a lot of people got hurt because of it." Zidane nodded. "If we give him what he wants I think he'll stop, but we have to do it somewhere where no one can get hurt." Zidane knew plans didn't always come out the way he thought.Sure he may stop if his heart's desire was fulfilled, but he may continue the destruction. Whatever Amarant decided they had only until the light at the end of the tunnel. The armor was going to find them, one way or another. They needed to get out of Treno. At least out in the fields they could fight to their heart's content. He looked to Amarant and grinned weakly. It was a stupid, reckless plan, but it was a sound idea as any other when dealing with shadows, creatures that couldn't very well die without a healer or priest about.MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2018 10:50:32 GMT -5
Amarant's hands ripped apart spear after spear as the Golden armor hurled them, some deflected into the water, others outright shattered by the mercenary's powerful strikes. His focus was such that he was able to listen to Zidane's explanation as to what was going on while deflecting the oncoming blows! However, the red-headed man knew he couldn't keep up this defense forever... either that Armor was going to pick up the pace (at which point Amarant wouldn't be able to keep up), or he was simply going to tire out! Without the Queen or that kid Eiko or EVEN Quina, he didn't have the energy to keep this up all day... Zidane explained to the red-headed man that he'd been to other words... seen what that dark force could do. His theory, though, that giving back he heart he took should get this thing to stop... It seemed completely insane. If taking it out released that energy... that spiteful, hungry force of darkness... what could that little stone do to stop it!? Why wouldn't it keep going on it's rampage until it was brought down? In Amarant's experience, giving something what it wanted didn't alleviate it's rage... It only made it more powerful and more capable of using it! Still... if there was one part of this plan Amarant agreed with, it was that they needed to get that armor out of the city before they tried anything.
"So... it's after that rock, huh?" Amarant growled, backhanding a dark spear, misdirecting it.... but not enough to have it fall into the water! The construct SLAMMED into the edge of the raft leading down the canal, rocking it HEAVILY to the side and nearly capsizing it all together! Amarant lurched to the side as the Raft dug into the water, throwing the original captain of it HIGH into the air! Cursing to himself, the mercenary quickly shot out a Kunai-dagger from his wrist-band, throwing it in such a way that it pinned the man to the stone wall!
...Why did he bother...?
Because Amarant could see what lurked beneath the water... With every deflected spear that fell beneath the rippling surface, one could notice the yellow lights of the shadows staring up at them from the murky depths of below. If he let that man go, he'd be left at the behest of the darkness... And speaking of which. The spear that struck the raft expanded UP and out, spreading wide as if to encompass the entire edge of the raft! Amarant growled in annoyance as more shadows shuffled out upon the wooden boat, leaving them in danger from above, level and below! Amarant prepared himself to fight on two fronts... but the Golden armor was gone... The Mercenery's emerald eyes shot wide, looking left... right... No...
WHERE WAS IT!?
"ZIDANE!" Amarant growled in frustration, lashing out with his claws at a shadow that had gotten too close, sending it flailing into the water.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 6, 2018 17:57:55 GMT -5
For a short time they lost him beneath the bridge they were passing. It had become depressingly silent as well. Treno was the sort of city that had a way with draining one's life. The light and honesty that a person upholds with pride was often overlooked when the desperation of making ends meet was vital. Zidane never had that sort of dilemma the few times he visited the city. He didn't care either way. He wasn't into doing dirty tasks for a bit of bread because there was always someone who was hungrier than you! The rouge chuckled.
"It's no simple rock. I think -- it's from Terra. It has some magical power that increases a person's strength." He always did find these sorts of relics queer.
Totems of magical power granting you unnatural power. It all seemed something that would eventually go wrong. It was easy to train yourself to your absolute limit, but there was no way one could predict stuff like this. Way too unreliable. The thief wasn't too worried when they lost sight of the suit of armor. It had only one way to drop: in front of them, but it seemed something else was at the tail end of their dinky little raft and sent it nearly up and over to capsize. The rogue held out but from his hand slipped the stone.
"No, no!" The thief splashed against the water, managing to barely hold onto the glowing stone. He was laid flat on the planks, his hands touching the less than hospitable canal water. "What the hell is that?!" He looked around only to catch sight of Amarant crushing down a shadow.
Zidane had looked back to the mercenary. The corrupted Burmecia raised his head, body lifeless, watching the stone as he was cradled by the thief. His eyes began to glow as did the stone. Underneath the water the glowing magical artifact lit up the open maw of that reptilian Heartless they had a brush with in the sewer and it snapped down on the stone before diving deep into the murky waters below.
"Shit!" Zidane had jumped back, his hands nearly taken with the bite. He gasped and gripped his hands, testing his nerves. Too close for comfort. Zidane looked up as the street lights of Treno once again came into view as they floated beyond the bridge and to the city's limits. "Amarant watch out!" Zidane could see above the armor bounding across the stone pathways making up the various zones in the canals.
As their raft hit ground Zidane jumped off, tumbling onto thee network of stone walls which marked the edge of Treno's waterworks. The golden armor dropped down with naught but a shield in arm. The corrupted Burmecian began to fight in Amarant's grip as it tried to escape to the armor.
Its goal was to possess it and gain that power he once craved! The Burmecian's shadow reached his arm back to punch the mercenary across his head, flail and squirm: anything to regain control of the armor he had once been garbed in. Zidane drew his blades at the sight of the armor, unaware of Amarant's plight behind him.
"Alright big, gold, and ugly! Let's see what you got!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2018 17:44:48 GMT -5
"Remind me... Why do you think that'll stop that thing?" Amarant growled, not at all satisfied with that response. Giving something that wanted to kill you more power made as much sense as it sounded. The red-headed man crossed his arms as they had a moment of silence passing under the bridge, running his gaze over his scratched, wounded knuckles, grimacing at the tiny chips being made against his claws... He was going to have to get them resharpened once this was over... "We're trying to kill that thing, Zidane. Not HELP it." Amarant has having a hard time trusting the thief at this point... He had no idea what happened to him over the past couple years, but all his decisions just seemed to take things from BAD... to WORSE. Once he was gone, disappeared from this land... the mercenary was going to have to spend time alone... thinking on this day. Whether or not Zidane had noticed it from the soldier's questioning of him, but the red-headed man was slowly losing the trust he had put in him all those years ago. Why...? It was Zidane's friend who turned on them and summoned that massive swarm of shadows into the city... It was Zidane who provoked the armor by stealing it's gem and leading in on a chase through the city within which it no doubt did damage to get to them. Now, here they were fleeing out like cowards with the meager justification of "luring" it out of the city. This was not only an insult to the intelligence to anyone who knew the story, but also an insult to Amarant's pride. He was a WARRIOR! He did not flee... Yet, in his blind trust for the thief, he had been made too... The aura given off by the solider-for-hire was nothing less than cold, quiet, the red-headed man retreating into himself in an attempt to lessen the pain of shame that he had to suffer today. "...This is pathetic..." Amarant muttered to himself, a certain... perhaps familiar energy flashing about the soldier... It was dark... powerful and there were moments within it where Amarant seemed to change form! His skin appeared almost purple-ish, black fur covering where his tunic once had... His hands were larger, clawed with nails instead of the steel weapons he favored... His Dreadlocks appeared almost like rods sticking to his head instead of his trademark hair-style... The mercenary couldn't help but blame the monkey for this... but he also started to blame himself... for letting this all happen... "...I'm done."Before he could elaborate, a massive dark spear STRUCK the side of the raft from above, throwing EVERYTHING down into the water as the mediocre raft nearly capsized right there! Amarant, seemingly undisturbed by the sudden interruption, hung onto the side arching in the air... watching as Zidane lost what he perceived as their salvation to one of the seemingly infinite number of heartless writhing down below... "..." The soldier watched, his face falling into a firm but resolved frown, more flickers of that familiar energy flashing across his body as he grabbed the Burmecian, jumping to shore just in time for the raft to SMASH into one of the canal borders, splintering it on impact. The Golden Armor rushed down to confront them, the mercenary lowering himself into his fighting stance... The shadow-rat tried to struggle, to resist Amarant... But his strike was quickly caught by a MASSIVE clawed hand, the soldier glaring at him with a heartless, cold eye. In a flash of bright energy, Amarant underwent TRANCE, his form finally settling on his ascended state! Amarant crushed the Rat's wrist in his hand without a second thought, dropping him to the ground... only to fall to a kick that sent the rat flying like a soccer-ball, RIGHT into the steps the armor had gone down! The impact tore a MASSIVE crater into the rock-face but Amarant didn't care... He stepped up between Zidane and the golden darkness, wanting this fight... to himself.
"Leave." He growled, glaring back at the monkey with as much anger as he held towards that.... thing. "I've had enough of your 'help.' I'll do this without you." Without another word, Amarant seemed to disappear, his movements FAR too fast for anyone to track, such was the way of his emotional evolution! A massive fist SLAMMED across the helmet of the armor where it's cheek might've been with a loud *GOOOOONNNNNG*, sending it skidding to the side, it's metal boots grinding into the stone as it ripped that way! Amarant was visible before disappearing once more, a massive sack of gil slamming DOWN on the top of the armor's helm, The force traveling DOWN through it's form and into the stone below it, shattering the foundation beneath it's plated boots! Amarant's SPARE CHANGE grew more powerful by the minute!
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 14, 2018 11:31:06 GMT -5
Something seemed off.
Amarant was usually stubborn, but after their time together the rogue would have figured he understood how he worked, how the world worked against his insane pace. Who could keep up with a thief who was in one moment ready to fight and the next amicable to talk! It had always been his nature, one could surmise. Maybe the Genome Garland had created, or perhaps it was the man Baku had nurtured. whatever the case may be Zidane's actions always had due cause, even if they weren't the best planned out deeds.Sometimes you just had to listen to your heart."What?" Zidane looked up, Amarant seemingly sick of his shit. Not that such was unusual, but he couldn't help but feel the mercenary was becoming unnecessarily angry. "Amarant, you can't face that thing alone!" Though he would sure as hell try. Zidane looked up at Amarant who had sent the shadow sailing across the sky and into the nearby sheer walls that made up the Aerbs Mountains. Sure Zidane and Amarant always had their differences. The mercenary was the carrots and Zidane the peas, but that didn't mean they didn't mesh well, nor get along. Oft times one method or the other seemed to suit the group. Their working together allowed them to overcome many odds they wouldn't have been able to face apart. From the Iifa Tree to Memoria. Zidane blinked, but the warrior was gone and facing the armor with a tenacity he hadn't seen since their first fight.The thief pushed to his feet and looked over to the dueling beasts. He turned his head back to the water. Rolling his shoulders he would step toward the edge of the dark , beguiling liquid. His brows furrowed before he nodded and dove in! The golden armor was powerful. It was not difficult to do damage to it due to such armor being empirically weak for combat, but it had the capacity to generate powerful magic and magic resistance. The armor was fast! As it came to a halt it drew a shield and sword of shadow, dashing toward the Tranced warrior. A magical aura surrounded the armor, filling it with a Boost of power, lending to its downward cleave, the shield held up to guard it against Armant's body. It cleaved with a Double Attack, its speed unmatched as they were now...Beneath the murky depths Zidane swam through the grime and trudged about the thick fluid in hopes of finding the treasure. There, illuminating the bottom of the canal was the sleeping form of the Emblem Heartless. Its spots and scales seemed to ripple with color as the waters brushed over its body. Zidane swam towards it. Its eyes would snap open as jaws parted to reveal the stone in the back of its throat, but as the thief made charge, it snapped down and tried to swim away.Oh no you don't! Grabbing its tail the rouge would give a fierce yank, causing it to full stop, the magical orb flying from its toothy clutches. Using the momentum the thief slammed it into the canal wall. With a rumbling thump it hit and slowly slid down, belly up. Zidane took his chance and swam for the orb. Clutching it between his gloved hands he would blink as the a reflection of yellow light on its surface forewarned him of the stalking Heartless that had been quick to wake from the stunning strike. Zidane ducked out of the way of those massive jaws, this time saving the orb. He swam around the aquatic Heartless and kicked off its back, speeding toward the surface.All the while, above, the Golden Armor would aggressor the mercenary. Strike after strike it would attempt to rush him, grind him down so it would have advantage. Zidane would pull himself from the waters, gasping for breathe, leaving the aquatic Heartless to retreat. The golden armor was attentive to Zidane's retrieval and refocused itself on him. he was vulnerable!
All the while the corrupted form of what remained of the Burmecian's spirit would sneak up on Amarant who had beaten him, halted his progress. He would than take Amarant's heart.... It would lunge at the warrior in an attempt to consume him!
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