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Since Zack had gotten caught up in the insanity of the raid on an airship somehow, he found himself fighting in utter chaos: knights and police of Provo were currently engaging the strange pirates that had hijacked an airship which now found itself floating in the night air under a deep, white full moon. Chaos had blanketed the entire airship as both parties viyed for control, with Zack having been caught up in the chaos somehow as he managed to protect innocent lives as they tried to escape the chaos.
Zack currently found himself fighting on the main deck: The chaos of combat growing as he acted with the inhuman speed, precision and skill of a legendary 1st class soldier. His mind was occupied with survival and completing his next objective...in his own perhaps unique way.
"Scuse me." Zack said, sliding around a pirate with rather inhuman speed, smashing the flat-side of the still-wrapped buster sword into the enemy combatant, sending him sliding across the deck like a hockey puck. Another man attempted to ambush Zack from his left side, which was met with the 1st class warrior letting go of the buster sword with his left hand to smash his left elbow into the man. That opponent was knocked off his feet and sent onto his back, clearly reeling in pain. The last two opponents incapacitated, Zack looked around.
"...Looks like the goons got goon-stomped. Guess that just leaves you, pops." Zack said, pointing the massive buster sword over at an aged, cloaked man sitting in a wheelchair. The man clearly seemed unphased by what had just happened.
"We don't have to fight: I can just wheel you to the authorities and they can take care of you."
There was an eerie silence, broken when the elderly man in the wheelchair let out a sudden and rather sinister chuckle. Clearly something was off, but Zack couldn't put his finger on it: The guy was a magic user? Zack did have barrier and reflect, so it was not like he was defenseless. Still, Something was definitely wrong with the situation.
"...For someone so strong...You understand so very little..." The man said, quietly raising a hand from below his robe: no, that wasn't his hand...He was holding a rotten hand of someone else. What the hell was that? Aside from gross. Zack didn't even wait for the initial spell to be cast: he immediately activated Wall to try and block whatever was incoming.
"Let me give you "insight", so that you may go to the afterlife enlightenend."
Whatever it was, Zack could not even really "see" what was happening: all he saw was a strange, almost distorted wave of magic energy pulse away from the elderly man. Initially, the 1st class soldier saw some sort of energy collide with the wall spell, apparently stopped by the protective shield that he had put up in front of him. However, in a split second that felt like hours the 1st class soldier watched in horror as the protective barrier was bent and distorted, shattering almost like glass as the wave simply rolled over it.
When the wave hit him, Zack could even tell what exactly happened: images flashed before his eyes as different sensations of pain smashed into him. Another split second later, as the sensations faded, Zack realized exactly what had happened: he had been launched clean off the deck and over the railing. What the hell had he been hit with?
Falling, Zack tried to plan exactly how to surviving the landing. For a soldier of his level, it was clearly possible, but he had to be careful: what he landed on and how he landed on it would likely determine just how injured or dead he would be. Believe it or not a flat surface of dirt was preferred, as it had much more give than a pointy tower or concrete road. A roof was a mixed bag, since he had no idea what was under it that could make his arrival much less comfortable than he would have liked. Zack did however, note that a lot of this was currently out of his hands. This was made even more ironic when he realized exactly what he was landing on, which he reflected on in his head as he plummeted lower and lower twoard this gravity-intended destination.
...A church? Again?!...
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It...was nearly impossible to tell exactly what he had landed after breaking through the roof like a black, spikey-haired cannonball with a sword on his back, but Zack knew it definately wasn't concrete. Nor was it any kind of solid ground. It felt relatively poofy in some way. Poofy and smelly. Thankfully it wasn't bad smelly, as if Zack had landed on a pile of chocobo manure, but weird smelly. Like fancy soap smelly.
....Flowers? No way that would happen twice. No way.
Sure enough, it had. There had been a rather massive pile of flowers left in the surprisingly sparse church, originally meant for some kind of offering to a god. A god that apparently saw fit to drop Zack on said flowers and almost obliterate most of them with the force of the impact. Thankfully almost no one was really in the church at this moment aside from the pastor, who was unconscious in his quarters even after the noisy collapse of the roof. That meant no one would be aware of the massive "object" that had dropped through the roof and lay in the pile of flowers.
No one, except for one person, who would see the black-clad man laying on the flower pile and trying to get his senses oriented from the very nasty drop...
Eventful. That was the word Aerith used to describe her stay so far in this new place. She'd fallen through the sky in a forest of mushrooms, and had met two new interesting people, Noel and Vivi. More recently she'd met Hope, a boy who had been in a slump since arriving in this place, much like she and the others had. Just with less altitude.
She learned that there were more like them, not belonging to this new land. Some seemed to not know where they were from, like her, and others did. After meeting new people and spending some time there though, crumbs were starting to come back to her, piece by piece.
Like Midgar; her home. Under the plate, in the slums is where she lived. There wasn't much sun, and there was a lot of smog, but there she grew flowers. She had them planted in front of her and her mother's home, and in a church. A church that she felt like was important to her, because there she met the owner of the voice to her memories.
She felt a name on the tip of her tongue, but none came out. So close, she could feel it. So close, and so important. So very dear to her, that a part of her was tearing itself up in shame that she had forgotten--misplaced--it.
Stepping out of the inn she'd been staying in the past few days, Aerith tilted her head back and made a visor with one hand to get a good look. "Looks like the rain clouds are taking a break." A small chuckle escaped her, and she started to walk.
Basket on her arm, and a twinkle to her eye, the young woman set out to start her day before the weather decided to turn for the worse. She wanted to get to a church she had found and take care of the flowers waiting for her there. The pastor seemed to be a pretty nice man, and was encouraging with her mission to make the flowers beautiful. He said it would draw more people in.
It took her quite a walk to get there, waving to some here and there and avoiding a few crowds, but when she made it, she was bubbling with unconcealed glee. Aerith opened the door quickly, and pulled it a bit so that it would close behind her. It wasn't like her memory-church, but she felt a connection that drew her to it like a magnet. Here, it seemed to tell her. So there she was.
On her knees and finger deep in dirt trying to get a stubborn weed that just didn't seem to want to give up. A few more tugs, and it broke free of the dirt, and she nearly fell backwards off balance. "Oh!" Laughter filled the church for a few moments, and the young woman gave a pause.
What was that noise?
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Someone had fallen through the roof. There wasn't any other way to describe it, at the moment, because she was pretty sure that she was in shock. Not that in shock to stand up from her kneeling position and move to where she could look at the fallen figure. "Hello?" She called tentatively, her mind giving a tug at her.
"Hello~o?" This time louder, she leaned over to look at him. That face... she knew that face. Well, she knows. Not knew, because his name... his name was.... "Zack?" Aerith tested, before she'd continue more confidently. "Zack, I didn't know you'd be making it a habit of dropping in like this," Her face lit up in a smile, and she leaned back to get a look at the damage done to the flowers. Quite a few were smushed, but they were strong. Like him. Strong and resilient.
All things considered, things could have been much worse.
As Zack's senses began to slowly come back to him, one by one he started to feel that he was in fact alive. He felt sore as hell too, and that made sense considering he had just fallen through a roof. Initially, as he began to stir slightly, still unaware of the woman that was currently sitting next to him. As usual, the first thing to react to anything was of course Zack's mouth, which spoke in a hushed (almost humorous) tone as he shifted slightly.
"ugh...Ow..."
It wasn't the most dignified response the question he had not even heard, but it was a response nonetheless. A response that indicated that he was in fact still conscious to a degree. After a fall like that with a surprisingly rough landing in flowers however, he was still kind of out of it. Slowly as the seconds passed, Zack quietly sat up slightly. His vision blurred, he looked over. Zack then blinked a few times as he began processed what he was looking at.
No...couldn't be. Didn't she...?"
At first Zack looked in slight disbelief. A hand reached out, reaching to touch to see if she was real or if Zack really had hit his head harder than he thought. He felt kind of silly, questioning himself while he was clearly not in a state to really contemplate anything serious. His hand (and even his entire body) twitched in agony when he felt something hit him: something hot like molten steel. One hit. Then another and another, faster and faster. Zack felt an image stick into his mind as he tried to open his eyes, but felt them shut from the sheer agony that washed over him. The sound of gunfire. The chill of rain. Soldiers standing over him. He knew this moment, and it horrified him.
No, Aerith. I have to live, I-
"Empty your clip into him. Just to be sure."
Zack let out a groan of agony as the scars on his chest began to ache, began to writhe. It felt like he was being shot again, over and over and over. So many bullets. His hand reached out, clasping at Aerith's dress tightly as he convulsed. Eventually the pain began to subside, but Zack felt drained: Exhausted. Finally the vision subsided, and Zack laid in the flowers, curled up somewhat and shivering. He was starting to come around, but it was quite a shock.
He gave a groan and she knew that he'd walk it off, like last time. He didn't seem quite eager to hop up though, and she wondered where he had fallen from. She cradled her cheek in one hand, her elbow rested on her thigh as she looked over him. He looked... kinda like Zack. She knew it was him, but he'd changed somehow.
Just like she had, in ways she could and couldn't explain quite yet.
He seemed to focus his gaze on her, and she waited for a few moments only to met with a stunned silence. Aerith chalked that up to the fall as well. She wanted to pat his head to check for any bumps, but forget the idea as soon as he started to reach towards her. The look he was giving her... it wasn't scary, Zack could never be scare her, but it made her feel like... like... well, like she was a surprise in a box that was quite unexpected.
He seemed to be in pain so suddenly though, and she held onto what she could grasp of his shirt, "Zack...!" Aerith called out, her breath catching in her throat. The knowledge of his name came with packages, loads that she felt uneasy about.
It was like she was being sprinkled with a cold rain, waking up parts of her that had been resting before. Memories of conversations over flowers and a flower wagon that had sat waiting to be fixed for years.
When you get back from your assignment, let's go sell flowers under the sky together.
And memories of wishes and several letters. All things that went with the name, and all things that weighed heavy in her heart.
Her hands rubbed slow circles on his back as he curled up on the ground. She felt his hand get a hold of her dress, and continued as she had been in silence. It was a silence that let her gather her bearings before she burst into tears, or said something unreasonable.
"A church in Provo," she supplied to his question. She moved her hand away and made herself comfortable in the grass, not quite to the point where she could think about flowers. "You must have fallen a long ways," she observed, looking up through the hole above them.
As the pain finally managed to subside and Zack's senses slowly began to return, the 1st class soldier slowly rose back up to a sitting position: Whatever the hell that flashback was, it had dissipated for the time being. Looking around for a moment as he sat up, Zack spotted the buster sword sitting right next to him in the flowers: it had handled the fall far better than him. A fact that he was very thankful for.
"Yeah...It was. A church, huh? Seems like this is starting to become a bad habit with falls like that. Then again, if some guys weren't so rude about pushing me off airships, my ceiling destruction count wouldn't be such a problem. Though dropping through a roof is a small price to pay to get to see ya again." Zack said, a roguish grin and wink at Aerith as he looked over at her.
Still, despite his happy exterior he knew how complicated of a situation this is. He had technically died once...And left her behind in a sense. He sacrificed himself to save Cloud, a decision he didn't regret. Though that decision did have consequences. Consequences he would have to work out with Aerith. Did she still love him? Had she moved on in the time he was gone? What had happened since he had died? there were a lot of good questions he needed to ask himself and also attempt to figure out.
Zack's train of thought was interrupted as he heard the sound of shattering wood from behind Aerith. In a flash of movement, one hand grasped the buster sword and the other pulled the young beauty in front of him close. The massive blade slammed into the ground. As the tip pierced the wooden floor, the bandages covering the blade launched loose, showing the ornate and faultless blade of the buster sword that now shielded Zack (and Aerith, whom was shielded by Zack). Large chunks of wood the size of baseballs and needle-like splinters shot toward the two, blocked by the massive Buster Sword. Zack, however, was only moderately shielded by the wide blade as he tried to keep Aerith safe, a large chunk of wood striking his shoulder, a wince of pain and gritting of his teeth a response. That was gonna leave a bruise. Dust and petals of flowers were kicked up all around the room as Zack processed what happened: someone had used an explosive, likely on the door. peering slightly around the massive blade that had barely managed to be wide enough to be a mock shield, Zack peered through the dust, attempting to see the cause and source of the blast.
"DAMMIT VIY, I thought I told you to knock, not blow the freaking door down, what if you killed the target!!!"
"You said knock. You didn't specify how, Geis."
"You stupid sonofva...ugh, put that damn thing away before you hurt yourself or anyone else, you clumsy behemoth."
As the smoke cleared, Zack spied two strangely armored individuals in the doorway: one a man of about six foot height, clad in Black, unmarked armor, carrying what looked like a standard longsword. The other a massive eight-foot tall individual clad in similar armor, packing a very obvious rocket launcher and a sheathe full of what looked like greatswords. Zack pulled the massive Buster Sword from the ground and stepped in front of Aerith, the large sword placed in a clamp-like holster Zack wore over his clothing to hold the blade.
"...Who're you?" the man, whom Zack could only identify as Geis hissed.
"She wasn't supposed to have a bodyguard. Info was bad."
"I know that, dumbass!" Geis hissed back at his ally, Viy, before looking back at Zack and Aerith. While it was impossible to see his expression, Zack could feel the hostile intent for Aerith and raw killing intent for him coming from the man. These guys wanted blood.
"You, Spikey-head! I'll make this offer only once: get lost and you get to live. I don't give a crap about you, but I'm pissed enough that I'll kill you if you stay in my way. As for you babe, you've got two choices: the easy way or the hard way. Easy way you get to walk out of here. Hard way...Well, we'll figure that out if it comes to it, eh?"
Zack didn't move. He was injured, but if his hunch on the two men was correct he was more than capable of handling them even in his injured state. Their movements were raw, undisciplined: likely street punks or wandering mercs just given some fancy suits and weapons and tossed into a job. Far less than a match for a 1st class soldier as strong as Zack. Still, he wasn't sure if he had to protect Aerith, and wasn't aware of her combat capabilities. Almost instictively, he spoke.
"Stay back. I've got this." Zack whispered. In only a few moments the battle would begin, and it was essential he made sure Aerith was ready for whatever was going to happen....
Aerith pushed some of her hair that was hanging her ears and gently tucked it back. A smile wormed its way onto her face and she looked away, “Don’t be silly, if you keep falling like that,” she tapped her knuckles against her head gently, “You’ll hurt something up here, eventually.” She teased in her cheerful, nonchalant tone.
She dusted off the rose-pink dress, smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed. Aerith shot the Soldier a sideways glance from underneath her bangs, before she looked away just as fast. Four years, her mind whispered. Ninety-three unreturned letters. Where had he gone, that she couldn’t reach? Aerith just wanted to know why he hadn’t come back.
Her chest ached, but Aerith exhaled softly out her nose. There were lots of things she didn’t know. Like blonde warriors fighting silver hair with a chilling voice; echoes that Zack had been moments ago, locked away by a vault stronger than nails. She’d ask Zack, make him sit down and give her a reason, when she could understand herself. Maybe he was just out of place as she was, in this new place.
Feeling him grab onto her so suddenly, the brunette was about to open her mouth to chide him before she heard why. Her eyes screwed shut and her mouth snapped closed, her body bracing itself for the blow that never came. The sound of wood shattering and flying about in the church shook her, and she opened her eyes after it passed and more voices joined in on all the noise with the loud yelling.
As Zack stood up, Aerith would turn around on the ground and get a gathering on what had happened. The flowers were in tatters, and the church in a messy disarray. Her lips tightened in an angry line, and her eyes focused on the two responsible for the chaos. They looked strange, that was for sure.
Aerith looked between the two and stood up, her knees still weak from the shock of nearly getting blown up. They were strange, she didn’t know them, and they were after her. Why was it that no matter the land she was in, someone was after her? “Hey!” She yelled from behind Zack, one arm gesturing to the mess around her. “Why would I go with some violent cactuar-brained chunk of metal? This is a place of peace, not some playground for idiots with too much muscle between their ears that they don’t know how to use a door!”
The Ancient clasped a hand around her metal bracelet, the materia in the slot glowing as she casted a cure, the spell aimed at Zack. Aerith gave him a sort of ‘What did you just say?’ look from behind, clearly offended. In the heat of being oh so angry, she stepped out from behind him and picked up her staff from the floor, having left it there when she had come inside and had started working. “You expect me to sit by after what they did?”
Holding it up defensively, Aerith shot the men standing in the new hole in the church a dirty look. “Not happening, Zack.”
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Notes: Aerith will come at you with a rusty spoon if you don't watch it
Zack was kind of surprised when Aerith yelled out in response to the man's demands. Wow, that was...unexpected. Man, she could really dish out some verbal punishment when she wanted to. blinking a few times after she rather forcefully explained to Zack in a few words that she was not going to stand by after what the two soldiers had done, Zack seemed completely caught off guard for a moment. It had been a long time since he had really been around her, so he hadn't remembered that the young lady could get so fiery when she wanted to.
"A-alright." Zack responded sheepishly for a moment. Turning back to the duo, he could see from their mere posture that they were both angry and underestimating the situation. This was made apparenty by their very quick response:
"You wha?-Cactaur heads?! I'm not the one who blew up the door, miss prissy pink! You can thank the behemoth over here for that. I just wanted to knock, grab ya and be on our way." Geis responded.
"Thanks, Jackass." The massive man responded flatly.
"Shut it Viy! just go and get the girl while I take care of spikey-dude. Oh, and use the stun rod you nimrod. Shes no good in pieces."
"I'll cattle prod you, stickly jerkwad."
"You say something?"
"Nope."
"Good." Geis finished flatly, unsheathing the longsword on his back: it looked like little more than standard fare for a weapon, but Zack always knew never to judge a weapon by its appearance: It likely could hold its own if the user was good enough, and despite the clear unprofessional behavior of the two opponents there was no reason to lose a cautious approach. The big man was clearly waiting for something to happen before he moved.
And Zack quickly figured out what it was.
The smaller man dashed forward with impressive speed, fast enough that Zack almost thought he was hasted in some capacity. Fast enough that Zack didn't have time to discuss tactical chat with Aerith: No, instead the 1st class soldier also moved, the blurring speed of both opponents letting only a second pass before a loud clash of metal filled the air: Not only had Zack managed to match the person in speed, but he even managed to "unsheathe" his weapon and counter his opponents strike from a disadvantaged position. A fact that was very clear to Geis as the two began to exchange sword strikes.
The hell is this guy? I need this suit to move that fast, and he did it without breaking a sweat AND can swing that sword around like its a dagger. Even the floor isn't stopping him.
Meanwhile, Viy finally began to move, lumbering along the outskirts of the swordfight to try and make his way for his target, the young girl. While his speed wasn't very fast, his strength was completely abominable as he simply smashed through the pews in his way like they were wet paper. From his hip, the massive man grasped a handle that extended into a long, baton like object that sparked with electrical energy. As he neared the large pile of flowers, the massive man slowed down cautiously, awaiting some kind of counterattack.
"Don't make this difficult. You can't win." Viy insisted flatly.
Aerith seemed satisfied by what he had said, because she nodded her head briefly before sticking her chin out stubbornly. The two seemed to not have all their crayons in their box from her point of view, for how they interacted. Nonetheless she stood where she was, her mind running through what she was equipped with spell-wise.
She was gonna give someone a good beating down for ruining her flowers. That, and messing up the nice priest’s church. Oh, and hurting Zack! Aerith was gonna have to give him quite a few smacks to make up for all of this.
“Like I’d still let you take me all willy-nilly!” She bit out, her voice dropping to a low grumble in her annoyance. Stun rod, huh? That brought back a blurry image to mind. One of an obnoxious redhead that made her frown deepen even more. Aerith didn’t like the idea of someone using one of those against her, not again.
Aerith saw the smaller of the two run forward, and Zack ran up to meet him. She’d seen the soldier engaged before, but with the eyes she had now compared to back then, it looked like a completely different side. The one that she knew everyone could depend on, like mister blonde-hair in her memories. Charging ahead and taking care of everyone.
Well she could too, and Aerith was eager to show him just that. Her attention was drawn from Zack and to the large hulking mass hurtling towards her. He really is more like a behemoth; all the property damage this place was sustaining was unbelievable. Aerith didn’t think she’d be able to come back here, after all that’s happened here. She was more than likely going to be chased out of town and have paper faces of her on the streets.
Someone was going to have to pay for this. Someone was gonna have to be her punching bag. That someone just happened to be running right at her, too.
The young woman straightened herself and smiled; an eager and excited display that glowed. Him slowing down was a bad move on his part.
“Shield,” Aerith muttered under her breath, an X-magic on her bracelet giving her another spell to throw out after she set up the defensive magic. She hoped it’d do some good, but with how big he was, and how strong, it didn’t seem likely.
“Bolt 3!” She cried out, the air popping and the smell of burned oxygen filling the air as the attack flew at him.
The battle had gotten to a very intense degree very quickly: Zack in his injured state was slightly hampered, but this guy was quick enough to keep up with him pretty well: that being said the 1st class soldier could tell his opponent was caught off guard by his speed. With every exchange of sword swings, he could feel Geis begin to slip in something. His opponent had fallen into some kind of pattern with attacks, a pattern that could most definitely be exploited. When Zack was on the defensive, his opponent had an almost unconcious chain of preferred attacks: Diagonal left shoulder to right knee, Horizontal right to left, Diagonal left knee to right shoulder, then Vertical straight down. It was a fast combo: his opponent had likely gotten used to it from hours of training.
Substandard training.
As Zack took a step back, baiting his opponent into stepping forward to pressure him, the combo came: Zack traded with the first three blows, his own weapon blocking firmly and effectively. Then came the downward slash, and Zack responded how he needed to. Twisting the sword upside down, Zack did not block with the blade, but with the very tip of the hilt. It was an incredibly precise and skilled parry, as Zack thrust the hilt upward, it smashed into the blade of the sword coming down with enough force to knock it aside, which knocked his opponent off balance.
"The He-"
The man was interrupted as Zack spun, pulling the sword aside with his right arm before tossing a cross with his left. The punch hit his opponent square in the face, staggering him and hurting as much as a super powered punch from a member of SOLDIER would. Zack didn't look it, but he was a fist fighter as well as a swordfighter: Something his mentor had really burned into him during training. Zack then used his right arm to swing the massive buster sword: A massive, upward strike, arcing from his right foot to his left shoulder as he turned his body. The exlaimation for the attack hitting was almost as mighty as the blow itself.
"GET LOST!"
The strike hit true, sending Geis flying backward like a baseball into a nearby wall with a hard thud. Zack hoped that was the end of the fight, but with that armor it was very difficult to tell. Looking over, he tried to get a view of what was going on with the battle with Aerith.
Meanwhile, the massive Viy stood down Aerith as she cast a defensive spell. The man didn't react: there was no attempt to counter it or dispel it. Despite his burly looks Viy knew what the defensive spells were, and Shield didn't strike his memory as one of the super-physically defensive ones. That meant his strategy would work. There was indeed a strategy to what he was doing, and he knew it was one even Geis would have to admit had a level of intelligence to it. A method to the madness.
And it began when Aerith casted her first spell, bolt 3. known to Thundaga as some, Viy didn't attempt to dodge or block the spell.
Instead, he did the opposite. He charged straight forward and ran right into it, Electricity and pain crackling along his body as he continued to charge. His opponent had comitted to a spell, which was his opportunity to get close. The lingering electrical energy still traveling along the behemothly large armored man's body, he closed the distance firighteningly fast: faster than he had moved before yet not as fast as his comrade, coming to a dead stop by using the rod he had been holding as a break of sorts by jamming it into the ground at the last second. Having literally simply rammed through the electric spell, instead of using the cattle prod Viy elected for a much more simple approach: his arms quickly opened wide before swinging them, attempting to wrap them around the young woman and let the lingering electrical current on him travel along her: perhaps it would be blocked by shield, but as long as he caught the woman she would have nowhere to go in his mind. He would just squeeze her until she passed out.
"YOU FELL FOR IT!" Viy bellowed, attempting to celebrate the one (perhaps smart) thing he had done in this entire endeavor.
Aerith almost lost her composure, seeing the hulking mass of crackling armor just start running forward through such a high level bolt. She should have expected that with his mass, he'd be able to do it, but she didn't want to kill him with any of the other spells accidentally. Just disable him. Being able to take hits like that just wasn't fair at all, and just downright insane.
Who in their right mind did that sort of thing, like it was just a walk in the park? Aerith knew that she wasn’t strong, but it had deterred many a man that had decided to make her life difficult without her having to kill them.
She didn’t have long to think on how her attack had failled, though, he was soon at the defense she had set up and Aerith had to do something before it shattered. It’d hurt like getting hit by a zolom, and like Ifrit she was gonna go through that without trying to put up a fight. A hold like that would do more than just a few sparks, she’d suffocate more than likely.
It was a last ditch effort, but the brunette jumped back as she started to cast her next spell. Transform: Mini. A spell that would hopefully turn him, well, mini, if he wasn't immune to status effects. Judging by the aftershocks of the Bolt: 3, she had a chance that it would.
Her feet stumbled on the flowers as she backpedalled to try and get a good enough distance back. She didn't stop there with the status effect, though. Soon she was pouring energy into another stone, a prized Fire that she had leveled up to two by burning up weeds and clearing areas out. "Fire: Two!" she aimed at him, and hopefully it'd hit, and do something.
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Notes: Hopefully this is okay. If not, I'll edit. I just saw mini and was like LOL YES.
