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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 10:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:22 pm
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Sadira bowed her head for a moment in acceptance of the general's rebuke. She did not mind harsh words from such a warrior, he had proven through strength to be worthy to give them.
She smelled it before she saw it. Her mane stuck straight up in response, her flame tail flaring to life. She mentally disregarded the general's warnings. There was no way she was going to stand back and watch. She was one of the lion's paw a warrior in her own right. Even before the general sought to knock them aside Sadira was up and had lept nimbly out of the way. As the general went right Sadira ran left. Glad of the distraction provided by the general she lept up from the left. She dug her fangs into the behemoth's neck right underneath it's skull. Her cruel claws extended and anchoring herself in the flesh of the monster. It's blood poured out a salty, sweet taste in her mouth. It screamed horrifically, trying to dislodge its assailant but the cat-beast grimly held on.
Garm found himself flung back before he really had time to register what was going on. He watched in horror as the king behomth lumbered into the arena. He was further shocked by the sight of Sadira joining into the fight. The young Turk was on his feet and ready to fight if need be. He pulled out his halbred hoping he wouldn't have to use it.
Fenrir smiled at Trista.... ignoring Zach's cheeky grin. He did not let his annoyance show, he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. " Yes, indeed," he said brightly to Trista. He helped her onto the gondola and soon they were off. He looked out over the wonders of the Gold Saucer casually, wondering where Garm was. Never mind, he had a lovely lady here and Garm could take care of himself. He smiled to her.
" Look the Chocobos!" he pointed out as the birds dashed by, hoping she would lean a little more towards him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 5:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 12:06 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 7:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 9:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 12:08 pm
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Ermak Lorde Sephiroth almost cursed aloud again when Sadira ignored his warning, But in a few moments he realized that perhaps her intervention was not the hinderment he had first envisioned. He watched carefully as the Behemoth snarled and thrashed it's head, Sephiroth waited until it moved to claw the Cat-beast off before leaping in to strike himself. Three quick slashes across it's forleg, none of them were deep but they gave Sadira a little more time. "You!... Cat-boy MOVE!!" He shouted, realizing belatedly that he didn't know either of the interloper's names. A twinge on his concience that they might die in his fight and he couldn't even tell the authorities who the little brats were.
" WHO ARE YOU CALLING CAT-BOY!" Sadira roared. The rage of the Ih'rabi broke loose. Materia set in the comb worn by the warrioress flared to life and called down comet, flare, and quake one after another while the white cat beast weaved around the Behemoth at incredible speeds too fast for the monster to counter inflicting numerous cuts and scratches as she went. Finally in a dramatic leap Sadira cleared the beast, howling as she fell to the stone. The reverberating sound of her howl caused mute status effect on the King Behemoth.
Sadira landed gracefully in a wide, low, stance her chest heaving. " I.... am not.... a boy..." she growled between breaths, her grey eyes smoldering with martial fire, ready to go back in for another attack.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 4:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 10:20 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 1:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:18 am
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Ermak Lorde Sephiroth managed to supress his irritation, hadn't this feline been oppologising just earlier for intruding on his match? Yet he... she couldn't resist interfering! His mind slowly seemed to quiet, the outside sounds dimmed and that odd rush he had felt during his fight with the Dark Dragon returned, He raced forward, not even feeling the ground beneath his feet. His Sword moved as though of it's own accord. A silver arc flashed before the Behemoth and blood streamed down it's jaw. Another silver flicker near it's side, hot crimson fluid splashed against the sand. Clumping it, and adding to the deep red-purple hue. Sephiroth became little more than a black blur, the cuts and slashes seemed to appear on the monster's hide, more and more blood poured onto the sands until the color of the beast's fur was no longer discernable. Infuriated at it's speeding foe, it turned to the only opponent it could properly see. the air darkened and thickened as a giant stone materialized within the Arena and hurtled itself towards Sadira and Garm.
Sadira reacted with the blinding speed that was her speciality. With one lunge she knocked Garm and herself out of the main path of the stone, although they did sustain some damage from the near impact of the object. Sadira weathered the damage admirably and turned only a momment later to attack the beast. She went for it's neck nimbly avoiding its slashing tail. She was mad now, the flame on her tail had turned a brilliant, sultry purple. Leaping agily she again buried her fangs into the things torn flesh opening up its jugular vein. The hot blood poured out pumped by the beast's titanic heart, staining the white warrior a shade of muddy crimson.
Garm scarcely knew what happened, suddenly the cat had body slammed him. He was lying in the sand in confusion created by the hit and the shockwave of the spell. As suddenly as she had come she was gone again. The young Turk awkwardly came to his feet. This wondering for the hundred and forty-second time how he got involved in this.
Fenrir looked across at Trista settling down a bit, but the worried frown remained on his face. His hand held the offended portion his head. " You're right of course... I only.... we've got to get down there! Garm's not much of a fighter you see and.... and.... well I've just got to!" Fenrir insisted with an almost child-like ardency. He fidgeted nervously willing the slow movingn vehicle to go faster. " I... I'm sorry... about..... thank you for wanting to help."
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:39 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 3:31 pm
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