Matteas stumbled to his feet, gripping Rubilacxe with his good arm. Walking calmly up to it he plunged the sword into its neck, summoned the Phoenix again, and watched as the beast vanished in a puff of hily fire.
The Final Fantasy Victory Theme began to play from the sky as they defeated the enormous Sand Wyvern, each character (save for Matteas because he was passed out) doing a victory pose.
"Phew..." Leon said, wiping his forehead. "That was...fun." he laughed for lack of a better term. "So...What should we do next?"
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Mari walked up to him and lifter him from the ground again, propping him up with his arm over her shoulder for balance. Her being clumsy herself, struggled to stay straight but managed to keep from falling over. "Jeez, not again."
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Zais sighed. "Dang..I only got use one spell." he said unhappily. "But we might want to go somewhere more...private. People are beginning to stare." he pointed out. "Actually I have to go issue new orders to Ragnarok to watch out for random Sand Wyrm attacks."
(Is everyone naturally okay with being covered in epic win justice milk? 'Cause no one is bothered or acknowledging that I sprayed them with justice milk hahaha)
On the otherside of town, the Eight Fists were gathering in their new headquarters. Hermit glanced around at his comrades. Each wore a grim expression.
"Well then. Now that Ragnarok has grown into a full blown force....what are we dealing with here?" Odin started. Unlike the others, he was dressed in a more high-class fashion, which did not suit his career at all.
"The other big groups are starting to press us." Berserker grunted. Valkyrie frowned.
"But we knew that would happen. Lord Zais made it apparent and gave us the means to overcome it."
Hermit sighed. Valkyrie was a pretty good fighter, but ever the sycophant.
"Its the fact that these groups are UNITING against us." Odin said. Many looked around in surprise. No one had expected that.
"This one group, Yami, is taking in the other groups and opposing us." Thor said grimmly. Hermit frowned.
"Then what happens now?" asked Hermit.
Nobody had an answer. Finally Odin spoke. "Alright. Hermit, you, Freya and Loki take your forces on the offensive. I want us a way to beat them." he said. Loki smirked. HIs division was the main intelligence and espionage aspect of Ragnarok.
"Valkyrie and Sigfried, I want your divisions to remain in the area orund here, buffering defenses." Both fists nodded.
"Thor, you are in charge of findind new recruits."
"And Berserker, your division is in charge of absorbing whatever minor gangs are left. Before Yami.
Eventually the Ridleys had to stop and rest. They had been flying for an indeterminable amount of time in a totally irrelevant to direction to find something that may or may not be anywhere. Just like old times.
They settled on an 'island' in the Sea, a rocky protrusion with a few shrubs, a tree, and a colony of small vermin. The tree provided little relief form the desert sun and everyone wished the magnetic rocks would repel the heat as well as the sand.
"What's that?" Jace pointed out into the Sea. Everyone shielded their eyes against the sun, and stared into the haze. Moments later shapes materialized out of the sand. They came closer. Fast. They were WALKING on the sand!
"What are they?"
"They look like... golems..." Knox recalled the mythological creatures from a book he had read once. Not so mythological anymore, though.
"Zais, why don't you introduce me to this Ragnarok gange of yours?" Leon asked, using the Wind Orb to blow sand and milk away from his clothes. He sheathed his weapons and awaited a response eagerly. "Mari, the partially unconscious broken arm dude who I have yet to get the name of, and that accursed cow that keeps flying about dousing us with obscene amounts of lactose can accompany us as well."
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Mari followed reluctantly. She eyed the Sand Wyrm as they passed by, remebering the few nights she had spent there. She wondered if it would be the same with a gang owning it. The only reason she went there was to avoid them, but now the whole city had been swallowed by them.
She tripped and lost her train of thought. She rubbed the blood from her scraped hands onto her leather pants and continued following.
Leon sensed Zais' hesitance but paid it no mind; when Leon had been evil he calculated all of his actions with deliberation, knowing that any one of them could be his last. Overhead he noticed Cow-man, seemingly charging some projectile. "I never did like bovines..." Leon said, muttering something. The Wind Orb glowed as several spears of air, invisible and inaudible, flew toward the annoying creature.
~Of course my powers would activate when I need them for destruction...Why can't I use this Orb to help people?~ Leon asked himself silently. Disgruntled, he pointed his staff toward the ground, firing a constant beam of energy into the sand. He etched pictures into the earth as they followed Zais, sketching himself, Mari, Zais and Matteas all fighting in a manner akin to Super Smash Bros. He drew a box around the picture and, oddly enough, it began following them.
The screen traveled along in its 2 dimensional awesomeness, the characters within moving and fighting. Leon was winning, of course.
Zais glanced back at Leon as they walked...sensing the need for random yet completely relevent small-talk.
"Sooo Leon." he said idly. "I couldn't help but notice that the only time you use that orb of yours is to ...y'know be evil? I thought you were going good. Whats up?"
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(lololol new plot tyme nao.)
Deep in the twisting Sea, at parts where man dared never venture, large sand storms rage and tossed about.
It was in the hart of the Sea, a place than all feared. Almost all.
A shadow fell across the Sea as a large shape moved slowly. It was a large Sand barge. Really Large.
It was shaped like all other barges out there, but for its great size. It was easily 2 kilometers long and at the surface opened up into a venerable city.
It WAS a city.
THe K'orm holy city of 'Rightious Benediction' hovered onward.
Tall towers dotted the city, acomanied by twisting alleys and even open arbol areas. It was a floating ecosystem all to its own.
In the highest tower, the Exarch of Fury gazed out into the city with a mixture of pride and worry.
The K'orm had travelled the sands for centuries, searching for holy relics and eliminating all in their way. The K'orm were a religious race and worshipped the great Sand Ancients.
'But what would our lords have us do now?' Fury thought. His gaze drifted from the city so the sands beyond, barely visible from the stretching city. 'There has not been a divination in months and our need of direction grows great.'
A new figure enterd the sanctum. The Exarch of Tranquility.
"What ails you brother?" he soft voice drifted into the room. Fury glanced back at his fellow k'orm. K'orm were tall creatures and walked on backwards legs (as rather their knees bent backwards) Heavily muscular yet lithe at the same time, K'orm were perfect warriors.
"Ah, Tranquility. I simply an growing impatient with our drifting." he said. Tranquility nodded. "Yes, the council has been rather.....argumentative of late." he chose the words carefully.
Fury grunted and turned back to his view. "I'm sending a frigate out." he said finally. "We have been traveling the deeps for so long, I desire to find out the passings of the world."
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