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Midgar
Jun 29, 2006 12:24:37 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jun 29, 2006 12:24:37 GMT -5
(( since you dissapeared from my char, you could've left a number. Grr.))
Brieze stood and saw Reno and Rude Standing up.
"Have a nice nap?"
Reno growled at him.
"You had the chance of going quietly, now you have no choice." Rude said, donning a new pair of sunglasses.
"Boss wants a talk. That's all."
Bireze felt uneasy, but he could see no lie in Reno's eyes. He must have been wearing contacts.
Are you going to run for the rest of your life?
"I'll go, but I'm not going unarmed, and I'm not going cuffed."
Reno looked at Rude who nodded and motioned to the limo outside the bar. Brieze walked inbetween the two Turks and entered the vehicle. The drive to Shin-Ra Corp. was short and the walk to the building took forever. When he finnaly found himself on the roof of the building, he saw Rufus in a wheelchair, covered in a white cloak. The view was endless, but not spectacular.
"The lost sample returns. I have a few questions to ask you."
Brieze took a step closer to the President of the Corp., but a stun baton from Reno held him back.
"Why did you leave? We did nothing to harm or abuse you. You were well fed, and had shelter 24/7."
The wind cut through Brieze's clothes, sending chills up his spine, but he did not shudder.
"Because I will not, unlike others," he said indicating the Turks, "do not want to become petty thugs. When your Father ran Shin-Ra, at least SOLDIERs had honor. Now, we're common hitmen."
Rufus turned around the wheelchair and faced him.
"Question two," he said dismissing his answer, "Why did you not return when called?"
"Because I found a life outside of the Corp. And it was alot better than killing innocent scientists."
"You mean a life of taking pictures people glance at, living in a heap you call an apartment, or do you mean, your late wife?"
Every muscled in Brieze's body tensed.
"Yes, we know about her. In fact, we were the ones that helped you."
Helped me?!
"We ended your misery by simply giving you a wedding present: fourteen ounces of Shin-Ra lead. In the form of two bullets."
Brieze was about to charge, but these words froze him. He couldn't move, couldn't think, coulnd't do anything but gape.
"A SOLDIER can't handle the pressures of a family, even if he is Elite Class. We just..." he made a slicing motion with his hand, "cut the counterwieght. You are now a free man, void of worries and bonds. Gentlemen," he said to the Turk group, who had assembled on the roof silently. "Please help our friend here. He needs a leap of faith."
The men and women of Turk grabbed Brieze and dragged him to the edge of the roof. A female Turk with a badge naming her Elana looked at him, eyes slightly moist. '
Brieze struggled, but there were too many, too strong and he was already tired from his runs.
"Wait."
That one word was all that stopped the Turks from chucking Brieze off the edge. Elana looked at Rufus.
"We drop him off here, someone will surely see."
Rufus nodded. Elana continued.
"We should take him to the underground, where no one will hear him scream."
She had a slight smirk on her face as Brieze was dragged back into the elevator, and down it went, deep into the bowels of the building. To the place where corrupted samples go.
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Midgar
Jun 29, 2006 14:45:52 GMT -5
Post by Padawan Yakhana Skie on Jun 29, 2006 14:45:52 GMT -5
Behind them a door silently opending. Rayne stood in the doorway, eyes blazing in anger. "What? Never thought I would come back? I came to get him."Her eyes glanced towards Brieze for only a moment then traveled back to Rufus. Reno and Rude stood infront of Rufus and made their way towards Rayne. "I would stand back. I don't think Rufus would want to lose two more men to my blades." Her eyes slinted. "I aslo have a feeling that you, Rufus, needed to see me as well. Speak up. While I give you a chance to talk."
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Midgar
Jun 29, 2006 19:25:30 GMT -5
Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Jun 29, 2006 19:25:30 GMT -5
((Dum dum dum dum.... *gasp* The plot thickens. Ignore my post. It has nothing to do with any of you. *grins happily*))
"Doesn't it ever end?"
The question was the annoying rhetorical sort of question that Riaan Bek had spent the greater majority of his nights asking the air above his bed - nights when he was exhausted, but his thoughts wouldn't stop whirling about in his head long enough for him to sleep.
An old girlfriend had told him once that he thought too much. She had looked him square in the eye and waved a well-meaning finger through the air in front of his nose. "You need to do a little less of this philosophising and a whole lot more of kissing me." Besides the obvious grammatical issues in her statement, Riaan figured she had pretty much been right. She had certainly told him often enough. But the nights were long, and his thoughts had kept him company much longer than she had. At least, that's how he had justified leaving her to himself.
Riaan first, the world second.
Of course, he never really managed to justify anything to himself. She hadn't cried when he ended it, but that almost always managed to make such things worse.
He sighed and sat up, brushing stray strands of hair out of his face and tiredly rubbing at his eyes. Either the nights were too long, or - on the off-chance that he managed to fall asleep at all - they were never long enough. Sliding his feet over the endge of his cot and into his tennis shoes always seemed the most logical thing to do on those extra long nights, which this one was turning out to be. He needed air, a cigarette, and a good breeze to clear his mind.
The walk across his tiny closet of an apartment took two and a half short steps (his legs being longer than the normal person's), and Riaan took them slowly, careful not to glance in the mirror as he passed by where it hung on the cracked wall. His hand went to the pocket of his slacks (not bothering to change before falling into bed was a bad habit of his) and came out with a dark colored cord, which he used to tie back his tangled hair. Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed his pistol before removing the chair that blocked the door in lieu of a lock. He drew the hammer back with a satisfying click - Riaan Bek was none too fond of surprises. Surprises led to shock, shock led to mistakes, mistakes led to pain, which (for Riaan, anyway) led to annoying life debts. Funny how things like that work.
The apartment door creaked open, followed by the end of Riaan's pistol, and a moment later by his head. At last confident that no one was waiting to mug him, Riaan stepped out into the dirty alley that he lived on. It wasn't really a safe place to live, as safe goes. There was only one door, for one thing, that opened into the alley, and no windows. He slid the pistol into the pocket of his pants, and glanced around again. He'd never really wanted to shoot someone, but he figured it was safer if he was at least prepared to, should the need arise. Riaan first, the world second.
Which sometimes meant that the world got a bullet between the eyes.
He dug around in his pocket one more time, and came up with his cigarette case, cracked it open, and sighed -- it was empty.
"Damn. It really doesn't end."
The stars twinkled over the dirty streets of Midgar, laughing at the poor fools who crawled the dusty earth below.
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Midgar
Jun 30, 2006 21:30:58 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jun 30, 2006 21:30:58 GMT -5
Brieze sat on the small cell, his clothes and armor and weapons gone. The cold from the aircondintioning unit above sliced through his undershirt and boxers. The chill of a wind he couldn't control gave him a deep sense of betrayl. The Turks injected him with a serum that drained him of what ever energy he had left, and he couldn't even summon a slight breeze to comfort him.
The door opened and the Turk named Elana walked in.
"Forgive me for not tipping my hat, but I don't have one, and your serum is working too well."
Elana moved her hands quickly over the control panel, and the door opened to the detention cell. She leaned over him and lifted him to his feet.
"There is no time. We must leave, now."
Brieze took her by the throat.
"Why are you helping me, so that you can frame me for escaping so you could get goody points with Rufus?"
"No, stop! I'm helping you because it's all my fault!"
Brieze loosened his grip.
"I fired the shots. I was trying to wound you, so we could take you in. Your vehicle moved and it threw off my aim. I never meant to hurt her or you. Please forgive me."
Brieze wanted to kill her, to avenge all the years he suffered after that day, but he couldn't. She felt the same guilt he had felt. The same anguish. She was the only one who understood.
He put his hand down.
"I see now. You didn't want to do it, right? You tried and failed. I want to blame you, to make you know how I feel, to hurt you beyond hurt, but I can't. You feel the guilt I have felt all these years. You have suffered enough."
A small smile came to her face. "You mean it? You really won't kill me or hurt me?"
"If you are telling the truth, you have been through more pain than I can ever inflict. You are forgiven."
Elana smiled and pulled out a syringe. "Anti-serum. It'll kill the stuff weakining you, and restore your energy. But before I turn you into bezerk mode, you must promise me something."
"Yes?"
"The bullet in your shoulder. Leave it there. If it is removed, a simple forensics study will show who fired it. If you want Shin-Ra's death, that'd be a good way to do it. But no now. Find the right time."
Brieze nodded, and Elana injected the liquid into his left arm.
"I have to sound the alarm, saying you've escaped so they won't suspect me. Your armor and weapons are over there, but please, try not to kill Tseng."
Brieze studied her face. "You love him. It's written all over you. I'll leave him alive if I have the option. Thank you."
He picked up his buster sword, sheathed his Katana, and donned his armor.
"Sound the alarm. A sample has escaped."
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On the roof, Rude listened to his earphone.
"Mr. President, we have some trouble down below. Your prime sample has left his detention."
Rufus looked at the Woman in front of him. "Deploy the 2nd class. Try not to lose him."
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Midgar
Jul 1, 2006 15:37:32 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 1, 2006 15:37:32 GMT -5
((Double post I know, But I modded my post above too many times, and it won't let me do it again))
As Rude gave the order to deploy the 2nd class SOLDIERs, Rufus adressed Rayne.
"I had expected you to have popped up earlier. Seems our defective specimen had some encouraging. He's stayed dormant for five years, since we ordered his capture. Unfortunatly, that caprture yeilded nothing, except freeing him. But enough about him. He's merely a clone without the ability to handle anyone else, much less a relationship. He was created to fight, nothing more. That's why he went into his deep mourning. He didn't know what to do. And, even if you get to him in time, he'd be dead before can help.
"He may be Elite class, and I may have only sent 2nd class, but I sent the whole regiment. He stands no chance."
He motioned Rude and Reno to show her the door to the elevator.
"Go save him, if you can. He's dead already."
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Brieze wan through the halls of the underground, his strength returning. A quiet clank sounded and he drew his buster sword to block a gunshot that followed the sound of a hammer being armed.
The ricochet (Sp?) hit the gun user bak in the torso and he fell. He continued running. He found himself in a large room with a tall ceiling. A single man stood in the room. He recognized him as a 2nd class SOILDER, probably 34 group.
He drew a rifle that had a grenade launcher. "These g-nade's explode on impact, so don't make me use them. I've been told to kill you. I offer a proposition. We do this without weapons, the old-fashioned way."
"You mean, I put down my sword, you put down your gun, and we'll kill each other like civilized people?"
He nodded and tossed his rifle away.
Brieze threw his buster into the air and it wedged itself in the roof.
"He's swords gone! Rush him!" the 2nd class said as 30 more came in the room.
Dajerek!
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Midgar
Jul 1, 2006 16:11:17 GMT -5
Post by Padawan Yakhana Skie on Jul 1, 2006 16:11:17 GMT -5
Rayne snickered. "Well, if that's an order I can't really debate about it can I? Send these two again if you need me. They entertain me." She turned around and rushed out the door, her trench coat flowing behind her. Rayne could feel that something wasn't right. Outmatched. 'This should be fun!' She thought as she made her way to where Brieze was fighting. Even before she arrived both of her blades were ready in her hands. When she got in Rayne saw her "opponents". "What no weapons?" She asked and gave a sigh. "But you know what, play by your rules, and i'll play by mine. So. Who's ready to bleed?" With a motion quick as liquid Rayne took her defensive stance.
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Midgar
Jul 2, 2006 13:36:10 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 2, 2006 13:36:10 GMT -5
Rufus signaled the Turks to stop.
"Let the 2nd Class handle them. I planned a surprise."
Reno looked unsure.
"Don't worry, we don't need them kiled, just worn out. Then, awake the Bahamut."
Now it was Rude's turn to look unsure.
"With the 2nd Class, weakining them the beast weill have no trouble taking care of them."
"How do we stop it when they die?" Reno asked, almost shaking at the thought of the beast the kept deep underground. They had captured it as an infant, and now it was quite large.
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''Rayne! Watch yourself!"
An oncoming SOLDIER had picked up the uzi/grenade-launcher and aimed at her back. Brieze summoned his power and the gunner flew into the wall, his head smashing on a brick.
Brieze felt the Serum wasn't going to help him forever, so he walked over to Rayne, crouched down, summoned all his power and and a massive cloud hurtled at the line of SOILDERs. Half flew into the roof, falling to thier doom, but the others stayed down to avoid the wind attack. More of them were coming in from the halls. He needed his sword. A small pebble hit him in the head and he looked up. The wind had loosened it and it fell.
The handle landed in his palm. He entered the Hawk-bat stance, sword in one hand, katana in the other.
"I got your back," he yelled slicing one down, "How're u doing?" Cut up another. Too many. At least a hundred now.
((Think Burly Brawl from Matrix 2. That many))
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Midgar
Jul 2, 2006 14:00:41 GMT -5
Post by Padawan Yakhana Skie on Jul 2, 2006 14:00:41 GMT -5
Rayne pulled her blades from two corpses. "Just having some fun." She looked around her to find 98 soldiers around them. "Save your energy." Rayne whispered to Brieze. "They want to wear us down to make us weak. If I'm correct they'll be sending in their bigger guns later." One soldier was getting close. Rayne threw one of her blades catching him in the throat. Then she dropped to the floor and brought at least 4 to the ground. Even before they could return to their feet blood was spilling from multiple wounds. "So far, this is going easy." Rayne wasn't even lost for breath yet. "Who's next?"
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Midgar
Jul 2, 2006 14:15:01 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 2, 2006 14:15:01 GMT -5
92. He was counting them off involuntarily in his head. One came at him with a spear, and he cut off the head and with a flick of the wrist sent in back, in between the eyes. 91.
Brieze felt his Katan get warm in his hand. It began to glow, giving him some much-needed encouragement. The Materia coated blade, combined with the weight of his buster began to slice them apart. Slit, slash, twirl, bash. 87. They kept coming closer. With every one he cut down, they gained an inch or two.
An idea popped ni his head.
"Get on my back."
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Midgar
Jul 2, 2006 14:40:33 GMT -5
Post by Padawan Yakhana Skie on Jul 2, 2006 14:40:33 GMT -5
Only 83 remained as Rayne finished off her last batch. Her blades were so soaked with blood that it dripped off silently only to be refilled with the next corpse. Like Brieze they were gaining on her. 80 now. Easier for her to hit her targets. "What do you mean get on your back?" Rayne slid up behind him. "Feh, doesn't matter. Just tell me what to do."
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Midgar
Jul 2, 2006 14:49:17 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 2, 2006 14:49:17 GMT -5
With her back pressed against hers, he sheathed his katana, than used teh sling for his buster sword to strap her on.
"What ever you do, don't move!" Brieze sighed as he entered his "realm" and took slow steps through the crowd. They were going to try to find him after they saw he dissappeared, but, no matter. He got through, and came upon the wall that held up the cieling. He leaned his head back to whisper into her ear. This would all be a blur to her.
"Hang on."
He charged at it, then put one foot on the wall, and the wall became the floor. Up, up, up. When he reached the top, he could feel gravity beginning to protest. Brieze crouched on the "Floor" and jumped. He stopped his arch right above where he had entered the "realm" and he entered a kneeling position, Buster in a killing move stance, tip aimed at the floor. His clothes rippled as if in water, and he felt a sense of peace here, fighting for his life, and that of the woman on his back. When he finnaly set foot on the ground a ripple in the concrete escaped from the impact point, knocking some off their feet, and others buried under the rubble. He took a count number, and exited the "realm."
"Fourty-two!" he yelled and unclipped her from his back.
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Midgar
Jul 2, 2006 14:59:44 GMT -5
Post by Padawan Yakhana Skie on Jul 2, 2006 14:59:44 GMT -5
Rayne stood up quite dizzy but regained her balance. "That was very well done. I just hope you didn't lose too much energy doing that." There was very little concern in her voice. Over the years she learned to keep out too much emotion in her voice. More came up to her. The aura around her doubled. "Hm. Maybe it's time I actually fought." Rayne then cast haste on her. She darted through those infront of her and then returned to that same spot. "I would make that number 30." Twelve bodies fell to the ground with awstruck looks upon their faces.
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Midgar
Jul 2, 2006 15:12:30 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 2, 2006 15:12:30 GMT -5
"Actually, it was quite refreshing."
Ten of them snuck up behind and jumped on him. He fell on his face and felt a knife poking his neck.
"It is inevtiable, Over-dose."
Brieze called upon a power that Marene taught him. She saw he had some magic ability and the power came in handy. A blue glow came around him and nine flew off to thier doom, and the last one hung onto his neck desprately. He spun him around and threw him onto the pile of bodies that just fell.
"10."
The remainders of the 2nd Class saw they had no chance, and ran off.
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Rude put his hand down from the earpeice.
"They killed 90% of the 2nd Class and the remainder retreated."
Rufus looked out to the scenery. The building was replaceable. It was, of course not in the city, therefore, no one would miss its presence.
"Call my helicopter. Then unleash him."
Rude looked at Reno, adn the silently argued over who got to wake up the Bahamut. Since Rude was wearing Sunglasses, his icy stare won. Again. Rude picked up his cell, and Reno de-activated the laser grid that served as a cage for the massive creature.
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Brieze felt a rumble from below his feet. Every nerve in his body screamed to run, but he froze. Then the floor broke open and he saw something he never imagined even in his worst nightmares. A Bahamut Zeus. The king of the Bahamuts.
"Slick, Rufus. Slick."
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Midgar
Jul 2, 2006 15:44:55 GMT -5
Post by Padawan Yakhana Skie on Jul 2, 2006 15:44:55 GMT -5
Rayne glared at the rest who ran away. "Cowards." Then she felt the ground shake beneath her. "I take it that's not a good thing." Rayne walked over to Brieze. "We should go. The aura i'm feeling is way too much for us. Come on." She then made her way to the door. "I know when a fight is over. It's over. We gotta go!" Then Rayne took one step out the door. "Though you can stay if you like. I can't really stop you now can I?" With her blades in their sheaths Rayne left the building. On the ground before Brieze a small piece of paper with a number on it lay with the corners stained in blood.
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Midgar
Jul 3, 2006 10:34:26 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 3, 2006 10:34:26 GMT -5
Brieze snagged the paper and glanced at it, instantly memorizing it. Then he ran to the door where Rayne had left, but a large boulder the Bahamut had thrown blocked it.
Trapped! And it's to big to move or cut!
He faced the beast with a scowl. It was barely smaller than the hight of the roof, and its wings looked cramped from underuse. He raised his Katana and Buster in a defensive stance. The two opponents stared, Bahamut had his advantage win strength and size, but Brieze had the advantage of brains and agility.
LifeStream, give me strenght. He prayed silently, then charged the massive creature. It fired a small ball of electric energy that glowed a dull blue. Using wind, Brieze was able to make its course off and it hit a wall. He jumped onto its head and struck it with the buster and slashed with the katana. It screamed, the sound ear-peircing. He jumped to gain some momentum then flew down to bledgen it with his swords.
It moved its head before he could strike, and he only succeded in smashing one of its toes, causing it to scream again.
Gotta attack the head!
He ran up the wall, defying laws of phyisics, which he thought were so inconveneiant. Then he resumed attaching its head, aiming for the eyes. One of the massive hands slapped him off, and sent him crashing into a wall. A second later, Brieze collected himself and saw it was charging a bigger energy ball. Much bigger.
He entered the "realm" and ran up the wall, flipped off it just as the ball fired, the size of a car. It broke open the wall, revealing an exit to the outside. The Bahamut flew out, and Brieze tried his best to keep up, but he couldn't fly.
If that thing reacheds Midgar, it would spell doom!
Instead of taking off, it sort of hovered, its wings straining under its wieght. The first time it flied might kill it. It continued to beat its wings harder and harder.
Who can fly? A name came to his mind, and he used the wind to carry his voice as he yelled,
"RAPTOR!"
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Midgar
Jul 5, 2006 14:49:44 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Jul 5, 2006 14:49:44 GMT -5
Raptor flew over the land in a incredible speed for he know something was very wrong. Thats when he saw the Bahamut.....and a pretty large one at that, raptor pulled out narsil and charged and shot a huge fire ball at it. But it only seemed to annoy it. Raptor saw breeze down on the ground and flew to him "Seem's you cant do anything without getting in trouble and me hav'en to bail ya out!" Raptor laughed whlie he said that.
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Midgar
Jul 5, 2006 14:52:30 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 5, 2006 14:52:30 GMT -5
"Raptor, its wings are weak apperently. If you can get me up there, I might be able to mess up its flight pattern."
He pointed to the building.
"I can run up that and jump up about 100 feet, but you'll have to throw me from that piont. If we're lucky, I should land on its head. Without luck, we're screwed."
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Midgar
Jul 5, 2006 15:04:20 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Jul 5, 2006 15:04:20 GMT -5
Raptor said "Well cya up there untill then I'm gona have some fun!" Raptor flew up to the dragon-like creture and loaded his gun, then fired as much as he could then started slashing it with narsil. Then raptor ran out of time the bahamut whacked raptor and he started to fall but he regained his balance and saw breze running up to the top it's showtime. thought raptor as he flew to his freind.
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Midgar
Jul 5, 2006 15:09:56 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 5, 2006 15:09:56 GMT -5
((Stop the almost godmodding plz.))
Brieze saw his friend take off and began his ascent. He entered the "realm" and once again, the wall became the floor, and he ran across it as easily as if it was a real floor.
When he reached the top, he exited the realm, used the momentum he had built and jumped as high as he could. He made a record jump of 125 feet this time, and threw his buster for Raptor to catch. They had practiced this before.
The maneuver was called "Flying Ladder".
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Midgar
Jul 6, 2006 11:39:20 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jul 6, 2006 11:39:20 GMT -5
((This is SH's post, and he's too lazy to put it up, so he asked me.))
Raptor caught the sword in his left hand and braced the flat end with the other. When Brieze landed on it, he used the rest of his energy to make a small ascent up, then at the same time, Brieze jumped and Raptor pushed him away with the sword.
He flung it back up at him, and breathed, "Fly!"
((Now, I'm posting!))
Brieze caught the sword and felt his body screaming through the air. The Bahamut was seemingly extremly angry to see the one who caused him pain, and charged up another electric energy ball.
LifeStream, where all living things originate and return to, please lend me the power to stop this beast, he prayed silently. He believed firmly that if you talk to the LifeStram, it'll respond.
The ball fired and the Bahamut Zeus began to dive towards Brieze. The Buster felt warm in his hand and he glanced at it from the corner of his eye. It was glowing blue.
The energy of the LifeStream.
He pointed his sword at the ball that was coming ever closer. A thin blue energy shot out from it without recoil. The beam made a giant hole in which Brieze flew through. The Bahamut was now enraged at him and Brieze braced himself.
Whenh they connected, he planted his sword into its back and held on for dear life.
From the gournd one could see a small gray thing moving in between the clouds. Then in an instant the clouds joined into one giant mass, and a funnel formed around the object.
A tornado formed around the Bahamut and Brieze, placing them in its eye. The Funnel started to turn to the left, until it was paralell with the ground. It continued its turning until it connected with itself.
In the eye it was quiet and sunny. Until the Funnel broke through the wall and smashed into the Bahamut Zeus.
The creature screamed in pain as its wings were ripped out and it began to fall into the walls of the tornado. Brieze was holding the hilt of his Buster like it was his lifeline.
The Sudden storm dissapated almost a minute after it had started, and the object could be seen hurtling to the ground at alarming speed.
With a sound like an entire forest falling, the Bahamt Zeus impacted into the ground and the crash collapsed its structure, and crushed its organs. When the dust settled, the King of the winged beasts, was dead.
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The last thing Brieze saw was the ground rushing up, and then he was in a large white space.
"Am I dead?"
"No, silly. Your time is a long way away."
He turned to the voice and saw the last person he expected.
"Marene?"
She giggled. "Why are you suprised? You knew I would be here."
"I thought you would be mad at me, for causing your death."
She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Really? Is that the reason for all of the 'Blah, I'm so depressed' stuff?"
"What do you mean? I drove you into that bullet! I triggered the events of your death!"
"Maybe, but did you fire that gun? Did you know? No. The only one blaming you is you. I love you, but you must move on. Life can't be lived in the darkness."
She put a hand over his heart, and it dissapeared into his flesh. He gasped but she put a finger to her lips. When her hand withdrew, it pulled out a swirling black mass, no larger than a baseball.
"Some of your wieght is lifted, you must do the rest."
She threw it away behind him and he looked after it, but it vanished.
"But, how?" he asked turning his head, but he was back in Midgar, one hand clutching his sword. The creature was dead, but he felt something else in himself that kept him from jumping wiht triumph. A small pain in his left arm, like an itchy ant bite, but only larger.
Must be a scratch, he told himself, but he felt it was something more. He looked uner his collar and saw a blackish-green patch on his arm. What scared him more than it being there, was that it was growing. Ever so slightly, but growing.
He suddenly felt weak, as if he had been stripped of his muscles. He tumbled to his knees, the pain and weakness growing together in unison. The last thing Brieze saw before the blackness was Raptor's form coming closer.
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