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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2018 20:33:06 GMT -5
"Shut up, Zidane... Or I'll silence you myself."
Amarant and the Golden armor were a blur of earth-shattering blows while Zidane retrieved the heart-stone, the two creatures clashing in brilliant flashes of dark energy! It came at him with powerful, crushing strikes each one deftly evaded by the Blazing mercenary, his movements far to fast for the creature! What was more, any blows that did connect were swiftly countered by the man's own attacks, their blows clashing with such force, they sent shockwaves across the water behind them! For every strike the armor threw, Amarant seemed to throw several more! With how fast he was moving, it was as if he had six arms, not only two! He rained blow after blow upon the creature, hammering it with strikes... but they only seemed to bounce off it's near invincible carapace!
The way the two danced, Amarant was faster... but the Armor was far more durable... One unable to meaningfully damage the other... Every spear the creature summoned was quickly deflected, knocked out of it's hands with a swift strike from Amarant before it could even be used! Eventually... it stopped trying and simply resorted to an all out brawl! Eventually, even the mercenary's claws fell away from his hands, leaving only the two monsters going at in in a swarm of blackish-gold, their movements nothing but explosions between the two main bodies, neither giving a damn inch. Each blow Amarant connected with the Armor rang out like a GONG through the air, sending pulses of deep, hollow roars cutting through all that would hear them!
But behind the armor... The rat still was not yet finished... Determined to finish Amarant, the creature faded into the black... disappearing... Amarant was too preoccupied to notice nor care... The clashes between him and the Armor kept him far to occupied for him to pay attention to something so minor...
...And he would pay for that mistake. Amarant would feel something claw at his legs... He grunted loudly, his fists slamming DEAD on with the golden armor's, Their fingers interlocking in a test of strength soon after. As the two pushed against one another, intent on shoving the other back, the merc glanced down below... and saw the burmecian's heartless ripping at him, intent on dragging him down for the Armor to finish! This moment of distraction... it left him vulnerable... So vulnerable, a golden fist soon found itself burying in Amarant's gut, The soldier's eyes shooting wide as he folded almost in half... clutching at his gut. His jaw clenched, his teeth bared as he coughed up a small glob of blood, his ribs cracking with the impact...
With the heart-stone retrieved, the Armor's attention was drawn before it could finish off it's prey. It withdrew it's hand from Amarant before charging down Zidane like a bull, intent to retrieve what was it's.... leaving the mercenary to deal with the heartless that was now reaching towards his chest... claws bared as if prepared to rip something from it.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 24, 2018 19:06:37 GMT -5
Zidane was having a rough time as it was trying to keep a handle on the situation. Sure he didn't mind helping Amarant, or putting these spooks in their place, but he was pushing it when it came to his attitude. Sure he was normally grumpy and grouse, but today it was like he was a totally different person. He knew Treno was a sore spot for him, and he hand't made the task any easier, but damn it he was trying! Zidane tucked away the stone in his satchel and moved to stand fully, the debris making it difficult to find footing. The canal waters crashed against their standing ground, the stone walls rattling beneath the force of the armor and Amarant's fight.
Zidane looked up as the armor focused on him, just as he thought it would. he winced a bit as he shifted his weight, recalling his own injury earlier. Amarant went down, but before Zidane could really see what was happening he was charged. The rouge's eyes darted around as he tried to scan for a safe route of escape, but it was either deep water, or sheer canal walls. He cursed under his breathe and threw out his hands as the armor charged him. Allowing his tail to curl around the construct's leg he would spin about and with a great force the thief would slingshot the dented armor into the canal walls, further crushing its form, misshaping it as it tried to recollect itself. It was to no avail though!
Zidane would plunder and pluck off every piece of its form and hurl it into the deep waters, all except its torso and head. Pulling the helmet off with a pop, leaving his foot on the torso it would writhe about but than suddenly stop!
....huh?
Zidane leaned down, seeing its eyes fade away. It was than he was able to look back and take note of Amarant. The golden helm clattered to the ground as the former Burmecian Soldier, naught but a shadow now, would push into Amarant and -- and...
"Amarant!" Zidane didn't know how fast he pushed, but his feet had left the ground, dashing through the air as he reached for the monk. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2018 8:43:38 GMT -5
As Zidane did battle with the golden armor, Amarant and te Rat did battle in their own way, a spiritual and mental duel instead of a physical one. The creature reached fro the darkness in his heart, it's mere presence drawing out the primal, haunting emotions of mankind that made up the dark beasts known as heartless. The physical war was over, that fight last by the red-head man and so, all he could do was try to deflect the creature with his light, his positivity, to put those lessons Zidane had taught him to the test... But such a test was failed a long time ago. The darkness had already had it's claws in him before this battle had even begun. It was only a matter of time before it's influence became too strong for the soldier to resist and that time was depleting fast.
With the defeat of the golden-armor, it's pieces falling one-by-one into the shadows below the waves, Zidane rushed over to help Amarant, as stubborn as ever to save who he perceived to be his friend. The soldier could only watch helplessly as the thief rushed to his aid, the mere fact that he NEEDED help grinding his nerves to dust... The darkness within his swelled at this callow frustration, blooming around the mercenary in an aura of dark, his trance-form dissipating to his base once again... only consumed by an aura of primal needs. The thief's hand was extended, his face full of concern as if Amarant were some child, as if he were some incompetent soldier, like he was a princess that needed saving. What should've been seen as an ally coming to his aid was a mere reminder that he wasn't strong enough on his own, that he had grown weak accepting the help of someone like him. Amarant had grown soft, depending on others to solve his problems... These notions were only fed by the dark, as the rat's claws closed around his heart... And with it's grip tightening... the two became one.
Just as Zidane's hand would touch his shoulder, a HUGE surge of darkness would explode from the soldier, a blazing aura of black consuming his figure, obscuring it from sight! a violent, chilling burn cut through the air, consuming the light of the moon and the stars above, eating them the way darkness always consumed light. The explosion was silent... eerily so, unnaturally cold and quiet like an action from another dimension. Slowly, it would die however, revealing Amarant once more, a faint aura of darkness running over and contrasting his pale white skin. The tunic that had been shredded was replaced with a fresh one now, a pair of hungry, yellow lights glaring out from below his long, sanguine dreadlocks. The Rat? it was nowhere to be seen... only it's victim left standing.
"Hmph... It's about time..." Amarant spoke, his voice seeming to echo across the dark plane this new power had created. "Freedom at last... From this weakness of 'friendship.' What a joke." His voice was as cold and crushing as the abyss itself, the dark figure looking across his hands, squeezing them into fists. "It was pathetic... Relying on you all... How I became less independent, less strong, with you in my life... But now that;s changed." Slowly, the soldier's head turned in Zidane's direction, his piercing yellows cutting into Zidane's soul... his heart, as if his mere gaze could draw out his darkness.
"We have a score to settle, you and I." Amarant hunched over his his combat stance, the darkness coagulating around his fists, shaping into the cat's claws he had discarded only a few moments ago.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Nov 19, 2018 11:30:14 GMT -5
For a while now Zidane had felt something was wrong. Amarant was usually pretty reclusive, but they had come to a silent agreement that it was okay to lean on your friends. After all it had what allowed Zidane to become who he was today and allowed him to continue to grow. Maybe it was his own trepidation about Heartless. Many saw them as mindless beasts that consumed all in their path, but Zidane felt that in a way they were not unlike the Genomes: born into a state of existence that they knew little else of. He has seen Heartless that could speak, and could choose while he has seen others that did only what came naturally to them. He felt burdened by the responsibility of his knowledge.
Klein was a victim of circumstance. His subsequent fall into darkness was a result of Zidane being unable to save him from himself. The rouge was driven to save him. He never understood why, at least until now. Looking back it was because he had never been able to accept how utterly violated the kingdom of Burmecia had been. He was so hellsbent on finding Dagger he had never stopped to think on the suffering of those around him. Freya had been all alone in her lamentations and he hadn't offered the support he could have. In a way he felt it his redemption to try and reach out his hand to Klein and yet still he failed the man.
Maybe, in the end, there were none who held command over your happiness and well being beyond yourself. Your friends may support you, but it was you who found reason to be happy or choose revenge.
The moment his hand touched the ex-bodyguard he found himself hurled back, bouncing along the stone walls that separated the sections of the canal where water would raise and fall, carrying ships up into Treno's waters. Zidane felt the agony in his side, his broken ribs jostled by his getting hurled back by the eruption. As Zidane lay face down he could feel what he had suspected for a while to emerge. It seemed Amarant still had doubts about himself, about their friendship. And who could blame him? What kind of friend was Zidane to keep this sort of thing from him? he was not sure how long he lay there, but he could hear Amarant, feel that darkness that had finally consumed his doubt. His gloved hand clenched as his left hand clutched his side.
Pushing back the pain rippling across his body the rogue pushed to stand, brushing his left arm over his face to wipe away the gravel and dirt that had collected in his fall. "Heh... I guess you still don't believe in us, huh? Or maybe you're just doubting yourself...." He pushed to stand to his full height, watching the monk. "Huh, what do you think I'm just gunna let you bad mouth all my important life lessons?" The rouge snarked as he cracked his knuckles into the palms of his hands. "I guess I'll have to show you how strong my friends make me... how strong you make me."Zidane chose now to pick up his blades, leaving them at his hips. He'd show Amarant, with his fists!The rogue took to the air and with a blinding speed that only Zidane was known for he charged the warrior with his Air Dash before pulling back his fist to strike the man with his Swift Attack. Though the attack was weak it was too fast to block and was forceful enough to knockback opponents struck by it. Were Amarant unable to dodge his movement the thief would follow through with a roundhouse kick. Despite his preference for his blades Zidane knew how to fight in close quarters combat without them. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2018 6:41:45 GMT -5
Even now, with something as serious as this, Zidane refused to keep his mouth shut and let things be as they were. Amarant couldn't help but have a bitter taste in his mouth as he stood against that monkey, a piece of him still resistant to the thought of combating him this seriously. While the darkness within that swarmed his heart silenced inhibitions that would stop him... he could still feel a piece of him fighting back... just not enough to make a difference.
"Not strong enough." Amarant muttered back, a sanguine eye-brow raising as he noticed Zidane scoop up his daggers. Instead of brandishing them, the theif instead put them by his side, showing how exactly he planned to fight... The monk couldn't help but smirk at that... No weapons, hm? Fine. Perhaps he wanted to make this last, that monkey... Good. So did he. Almost mimicking how his former leader had done, the bandit-king would place his claws upon his belt, leaving the two to duke it out like men... With nothing but what they were born with.
Despite the Flaming Amarant's dedication to speed and power, Zidane had always been the smaller and quicker of the two... His first attack was fast, almost blindingly so... Someone who was less trained in battle would've completely missed the theif's movements... but not only had the red-head man fought against him before... but he had fought beside him. He had a good idea of what the monkey would try to do, even if he couldn't keep up per-say.
...But even so, his form was just not quick enough to act on his anticipations and so, Zidane's punch struck right where it had intended to: across the bandit's jaw! It was stronger than he had expected, had more force behind it than he was prepared for... Zidane was never known much for his raw strength, even among his party-members but that didn't mean he didn't have any! The bandit king was thrown back... his body seeming to glide just above the ground... but before gravity could take it down and his spine impact with the earth, his body VANISHED, twin *POUNDS* left upon the ground where his feet had hung...
Amarant came down just above Zidane, his massive fist aimed at the top of his head like a Doomsday meteorite, COUNTER-ing his last attack!
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