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Quistis’s heels clicked along the well-paved streets of Torensten. The buildings seemed cramped together, but the homey vibe of the people made it feel more welcoming. She came to see if she could seek out this Dragonblades group, as suggested by Caius. However, her heart only seemed half into this idea. There was a comfort to mercenary work, especially with its familiarity. But there was something more wasn’t there? Mercenary work had not been kind back to her, especially within its ranks. Not that it was kind work… She enjoyed studying her targets and developing tactics. Enjoyed teaching it. Yet…
As she pondered this, she stood at the crossroads of a market area. She could see the lines of booths and items being sold in all directions. The traffic was packed considering the time of day. Quistis had managed to make her way to a giant community board wedged in the corner for all to study. It had the latest of bounties plastered neatly in rows. Quistis studied which seemed to give the best rewards, leaning her wait into one leg as she crossed her arms, one hand coming up to press her fingers to her bottom lip in thought. She was low on gil, unfortunately. So regardless of any life choices, she had to at least do something about food and shelter.
Then there it was. She gave a soft sigh and a headshake. Honestly, how could she be surprised? She even figured he was planning to do something like this. If he had entered a deal with her, maybe he’d have fully gotten away with it. Or perhaps he simply liked a good chase. She reached up and tore Balthier and Fran’s wanted sketches off the board. Was this long-eared woman his new co-pilot? Or someone caught in the middle? She had never met anyone like her before. The idea of meeting her was exciting and Quistis wanted to learn more about her.
She rolled up the parchment and stuck it in one of her larger pouches at her hip. If he was smart, he would be long gone by now. And he was indeed smart. She supposed she could have a word with him about the situation. After all, if she didn’t find him, then surely another mercenary would. Besides, she did like a good puzzle to solve. It would certainly be one to figure out where his new wings took him. And, she needed to get her ChocoWhis back and he owed her at least one ride.
She sighed again at herself. Why was it always the leading troublemakers with her? You think a girl would learn.
Well, that bounty would take time to even gain any footing. This one seemed closer. She tore down a second one. A sketch of a well armored man. The pay was great. He certainly looked intimidating enough in the sketch. Seemed he was wanted for some serious crimes. Suspected of kidnapping and murder. Seemed this needed to be looked into immediately. How hard could it be to find such an obviously noticeable figure?
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Quistis talked with the townsfolk in the nearby taverns. It seemed he was not difficult to spot outside of town. He had been plaguing the smaller villages in the forest. The villagers claimed to have missing people. Those that opposed the strange figure was left for dead on the roadways in the forest. It was scaring the people Torensten. What happens if this man got bolder and needed something more than petty villagers? The city folk wanted something done about this.
His trail was not hard to follow. But his competency as an armored fighter was much more difficult.
See Quistis found herself quietly tracking into the woods near Torensten after much preparation. She pushed aside brush and padded quietly, hoping to spot him before he spotted her. She would much rather surprise this person than vice versa.
Torensten, this city was called. It wasn't hard to spot the many corpses this place was built upon, both of itself and those of its each iteration's residents. One could tell in the way the roads were paved, the bases of the architecture, how some of the buildings have yet to be attended to... but then, even their shells were grand. Garland couldn't help but find himself in a minor state of awe has he beheld the city of numerous rebirths, how its buildings stretched to the skies... as well as how its people were packed in like maggots within a corpse. The city conveyed both resilience and weakness, how the buildings stood tall and strong, lights of, what Garland could only assume to be, magic arching in script across space above the establishments the city was alight like one on fire as the sun fell behind the horizon, the only space shadows crept being the rocky skin of the roads and buildings, almost forced into bone-like shapes as the light from the windows compressed them between. Cornelia had not the wonder nor the majesty of this place... but then, it did not have the wariness of the people either... Even as Garland's dark, armored shape clanked through the roads, not a single man nor woman spared him a second glance, the only suspicion coming from the guard... that which buckled the moment their eyes connected. Smiles of casual satisfaction marked the faces of the humans here, their forms weak and frail or soft and fat, indications of a sterile lifestyle fit only for royalty.
Was it possible that this timeline was so radically different from his own... that the common-folk resembled the Dukes and Duchesses of his homeland...? How... pathetic. Not a single one of these beings could handle a punch from Garland, let alone a swing of his blade, the knight judged with distaste. He alone could level this city to yet another collection of collapsing foundations should he have the desire for it, no doubt reaping the souls of several hundred soft and worthless individuals who, collectively, wouldn't have enough strength to scrub their own blood-stains from his armor. It was a tempting thought that he should rid the world of this... cancerous mass they called a city. What, Garland wondered, could this place possibly offer? A city of respite and self-gratification is suited only for destruction...
...But perhaps he might be able to wring some usefulness from its gluttonous population... Garland's glowing yellow eyes locked onto his target, a larger man with the body of a naked bear and a jaw resembling an Anvil.
He would do.
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Garland trudged through the forests outlining the circumference of Torensten, his blade hacking casually at the overgrown, twisting foliage before him in one hand... his other clamped around the neck of the unconscious man, dragging him along behind. He intended to put this man to work, a resource in building a new shrine suited for channeling the dark magic of this planet, enough to contact the demons of this realm and begin his plan anew. A location had been chosen, his servant, acquired... Now... As for her...
"You either wish to experience an incomprehensible level of carnage..." Garland rumbled, dropping the man to the ground like a sack of rocks as he turned full circle to face the well-hidden Quistis. "...Or you have made the grave error of believing you are a hero."
Well, there went the element of surprise. It was worth a try. However, cautious people tend to overly perceptive. She waited a moment before, just to see if perhaps it was bluff. Was he guessing on whether she was there or not? But the moment he turned to face her; it was obvious her prowling was perceived. She stood up more fully from the brush. Her whip was already in hand, its golden length folded against the base. The whip itself was made of the finest malboro tentacle leather, sharp spikes, and energy crystals. Intimidatingly, it was fashioned to look like a golden, bejeweled snake, being heavier at one end. She tapped it along her shoulder.
“Oh?” She purred out the syllable melodiously. She was not easily intimidated by his display. “I can’t say that I have. My calculations were correct. You’re right where I thought you’d be.” With a sharp movement, she pulled the whip to its full length in front of her, then lashed it down to her side. Her stance widened and her leather boots bit deeply into the ground. “Hero or no. Its time to teach you a lesson on the proper treatment of subordinates.” She would have to check on the other person later. Neutralizing the threat came first.
Without further introduction, she placed her fingers to her forehead. Gathering her magic. The earth shimmered than kicked up around her feet as light streamed up from the grounds. Her eyes glowed as the winds picked up around her. She thrust out her palm. Everything seemed brought as lightning game crashing through the trees towards him from above. Not one bolt, but two. A second bolt quickly followed the first in rapid succession. Let’s experiment on how well his metal armor conducted electricity. The bark blackened and the soil seemed to turn into nearly glassy rock.
Garland's expressionless, terrible helm would be the only face this woman would know when it came to the knight that is Garland, his burning, yellow eyes falling upon the dominatrix-style whip she withdrew seemingly as her weapon. Amusement was perhaps a word that could describe the flash of emotion that coursed through the cold armored figure, entertained that her tool of intimidation would be little more than a partially-effective torture-instrument known for its ability to rend flesh... and completely crumble before the most shoddy of metal armor. For a mere moment, he almost felt compelled to offer some kind of rebuttal, to crush her arrogance beneath his boot as a pretense to what would soon happen to her form... but such an action would require a level of effort he believed this woman was unworthy of invoking. Indeed, he would have to contemplate a worthy, scathing response, spend energy forming this response into a comprehensive series of recognizable words and syntax and then he would have to speak them in such a way that would strike fear into this woman's breast as swiftly as his sword would moments later. Indeed, this woman, for as... impressive her bravado, was worthy of only the edge of Garland's sword, to taste the manifestation of her oblivion before her world was cut away.
Garland would only stare quietly, ominously from across the field, raising his blade before him at a slight upward angle as he marched towards his target. His steps heavy, steady, an advancing phalanx of one with a presence of many. Witnessing Garland's approach, the woman would begin to call on powers either outside herself or from a source within the knight had not accounted for, an invisible force ripping and plucking up large portions of stone within an area around the woman as if the fingers of the gods had plucked them from their natural positions. Even rock beneath Garland's own metal boots was being upheaved as he stepped off of them, disappearing several meters into the sky before SLAMMING back down into the ground moments later behind him!
Ozone filled the air as the sky darkened an angry black, the roar of thunder ARCHED across the mountain tops, threatening to level the trembling trees below. The grass bowed before the scything winds as if to avoid their dull blades coming for their heads as they raced across the ground. Through all this, Garland would not slow his approach, a clockwork knight forever in step, never deviating from his set course. With the wrath of god, or perhaps many of them, Quistis would call down a common instrument of their judgement, a pair of thunderbolts SLITHERING at the speed of light down upon their shared target!
With a speed faster than the common eye could track, Garland's blade would SLICE the head off of the first godly serpent, SEVERING the tip of the bolt from the body, causing it to SHATTER and SPLIT across the ground, RENDING and searing ALL but it had initially aimed for! In one mighty upward cleave, Garland had CUT the first Thunder, the second coming down with heartlessness, as if to avenge its twin! With a movement as swift as the first, Garland would use the momentum of his previous strike to SWIVEL sharply to the side, his blade coming down upon his shoulder as his other shot towards his cloak, grabbing hold and raising it between himself and the Thunder-strike as it COLLIDED with the spot Garland once stood mere moments before! The earth would EXPLODE in both dangerous stony shrapnel and vision-consuming dust, violently killing the natural beauty within an area of magnitude and replacing it with a harsh, bleeding wound of wet mud and cavernous gashes, a testament to the woman's carelessness... as well as her power.
Through the screen of brown rock and dust-matter, Quistis would he hard pressed to spot more than her own hand less than a meter from her face, let alone the result of her attack, a chilling silence short of small stones falling back into place consuming the sound nearby....
Clinkclinkclinkclinkclinkclink-
A serpent not of lightning, but steel edges would ARCH across the space between them in a horizontal sweep, SLICING the wall of dust and cloud between them in a clean, even cut, revealing the knight behind, his armor unscathed... untouched even by the dirty updraft brought forth by Quistis' attack! The chainblade of Rebellion slashed a brutal arch towards the woman's middle as if the blow her apart into two separate pieces, its segmented edge cruel and hooked in its divided state... as if resembling the teeth of Infrit himself!
Quistis felt the usage of her thunder spells drain from her limited magical reservoir. She was typically careful with her spells since there was limited places to draw magic from. Different places and persons had specific draw points with specific elements. It was possible that one day she would simply run out. But, seeing the depths of her opponent’s skill, it seemed necessary to delve a little deeper into her magic. But she did not come unprepared, lightning was also junctioned to her weapon. Each lash came with a kiss of electricity.
His display of cutting lightning in half was impressive to say the least. Though there was a build up of anticipation, his reflexes seemed to be faster than light itself. Well, that was bad. Maybe she was in for more than she bargained for. She should have come with a squad of adventurers and mercenaries.
An arm came up to shield her eyes from the disaster caused by the splitting of lightning and the shrapnel that soon followed. The mud splashed against her boots and the hot wind seared at her hair and skin. The dust was too much to see through and she found herself stepping backwards to try to find a better spot to gain a visual. But despite the wall of dust, it did not impede her hearing. His armor was certainly not made for stealth.
In the near last instant, she saw the blade coming to split her in two. Light on her feet she jumped straight up. Her heels clicked down on the broad side of his weapon. Sinking it beneath her weight into the thick murky ground. Visual or no, he was on the other side of this blade. The momentum caused her to lost balance and she slid sideways. She stuck her hand out to try to slow her momentum, before pulling herself out of the mud. From her knees, she sunk into her weight as the mud spread unevenly. Without missing a beat, she commanded her whip with a flourish, the golden snake moving to wrap around his wrist. She pulled it taught quickly with a sharp motion of both hands. The hope was to drive him off balance and sink him into the muddy unstable she created with her lightning. That should slow him down and give her an edge. Plus the bite of the electricity from the junction lightning in her whip would at least sting.
Like a scorpion's sting, Garland's blade lashed out to impale the arrogant storm-mage but it would seem both instinct and training would allow the woman to avoid the scythe of death this day. With the tact of the very profession she emulated with her choice of weapon, Quistis would bring her boots DOWN upon the flat of Rebellion as it swiped at the air below her feet, MASHING it into the gaping flesh of the planet below and keeping it planted with her weight! For someone of her size, it was like a metal board beneath her feet, the ground shifting and sliding beneath her slightly as the slick, finely-sharpened steel mashed against the unstable mud, threatening to subtly trip up her balance! Garland himself scoffed at such a childish, impish maneuver, raising his arm before him as if to show how he could just... YANK the blade from beneath the woman's feet, that all he need do was flick his wrist and the chain would retract in full and rapidly! He spoke not a word, as monsters tended to do and, in response, the blonde woman would LASH out with a strike of her own, her whip ARCHING across at Garland, it's long neck AGLOW with a arching aura of shock! Shifting his stance quickly, the armored knight would turn his free arm towards the thrashing whip, RAISING his arm between both his body and it in both a challenging and defensive posture! His fingers would SNAP into a fist as the volt-charged whip SNAPPED around the limb he had offered, sharp and wild tentacles of energy SHOOTING down and across the Knight's steel, conductive armor like an entangling mass of glowing blue parasites sprouting from a single radiant yellow stalk! Garland would not move... nor even TWITCH as his body was enveloped in the terrible glow of electrocution, Quistis' TUGS making as much progress as one might attempting to pull a stone pillar from beneath a well supported castle!
"Is this your Power...?"
A voice would reverberate from the surrounding space, almost as if the air itself questioned the woman's attacks! A haunting mist of black began to emanate from chinks in Garland's armor, coalescing around his boots and spreading outwards like the ghostly roots of a demonic, spirit tree! The glow of the light refracted across the black and bounced back upon itself, darkness collecting about the knight, remnants of the power he wielded at the pinnacle of his power. His yellow eyes GLINTED amidst the growing black, flashing ominously as both dark and light surrounded him, dancing around one another and shooting skyward in a twisting tower of combating opposites!
With a low grunt, Garland would COME to life once again, WRENCHING his sword-arm back in defiance of the SEARING SHOCK to his nerves Quistis' spell had inflicted upon him, his blade SHOOTING back from beneath the woman that stood upon it at lightning speed, chains clinking back together, compressing as they slipped within the hilt, connecting handle to blade once again! At the same time, Garland's entangled hand would SHOOT out, GRABBING the flashing whip tightly as he PULLED upon it as well, either intending to pry it from it's owner... to TAKE her to the ground with it!
It seemed she maintained enough balance to snag his wrist. The glow of the lightning as it jumped across his armor made it even more clear where his location was in the dusty mist. Despite her attempts to pull him off balance, he stood steadfast. The weight of his armor and his defensive stance kept him well grounded. It looked like she needed a plan B.
Then, the very forest seemed to quiet. His booming voice shook her to her core. At least for a second. It was possible he was merely all bark and no bite. But just as the dust from her attacks was settling, Garland seemed to be leaking. For a moment she was transfixed on this miasma. Trying to make sense of it. It obviously wasn’t anything good. But before, she could debate her next course of action…
She felt the ground shift beneath her as he snapped the blade back to him. She stumbled from the maneuver. It was a fancy trick. She felt herself begin to fall backwards; her grip momentarily loosened to catch herself. Only to find that it had been snatched out of her hands. Well, that was something that should never happen. But he would find she was just as dangerous without the whip in her grasp. Her back foot found stability, so that she was not prone in the mud. Thanks to the tug, she had some way to help counter her balance. But the sudden jostling of movements caused her hair to come tumbling out of her bun. The pin used now stuck in the earth.
She was weaponless, but her true talent came from her magical aptitudes. If lightning was not enough then…
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Garland’s original victim begin to stir. “Go!” She commanded him. There was a demanding urgency in her voice. “Get out of here NOW!” The man was taking his time to try and reorient himself. His throat red from Garland’s hold on him. At this point, she was unsure if she could neutralize the threat. So, to buy the man time to get up and run, she cast out a gravity spell. But instead of aiming it directly at Garland, she summoned her magic out towards a rotted tree. The soft mud and bark splintered under the dark sphere. She was attempting to tear the tree down between the man and Garland. The startled nearby birds fluttered and screeched away as a result.
In one swift move, Garland had both disarmed the magician and rearmed himself as well, the knight tossing aside the whip he had taken, its rough, tightly-knitted shape disappearing into the soft, muddy puddles beneath their boots. Again, the knight would raise his blade, its tip pointed at the blonde as he resumed his advance, his shimmering, terrible armor glinting sharply in their low-light surroundings. Calling out to the worthless man behind Garland, he who was only just now beginning to awaken amidst their battle, Quistis would attempt a futile, and ultimately selfish act of heroism, creating some kind of gravity well with her magical talents in order to buckle the hollowing, infested trunk of a tree, collapsing it to the ground in a sickly scream of snapping wood and shredded bark, creating a shoddy barrier between Garland's back... and his initial prey. Even though it was a fairly weak Gravity Spell, the former Cornelian could feel its pull tugging upon the edges of his cloak, the invisible tentacles of hyper-condensed magic pulling at the firmly-tied plates of his cuirass. Such an alien spell... Lightning, Fire, Blizzard, these things Garland had come to know as the fundamental nexus of magic. Lobbing elemental forces at the opponent, after all, was ultimately no different than any other projectile: A deadly object aimed at taking your life. This spell, however... It was crafty, insidious... Had Garland not been aware of this woman's presence nor on his guard, he could have very well been taken off his feet and PULLED deep within the core of Quistis' spacial construct. Even now, the knight was forced to center himself on uneven and sliding ground as the Gravity well pulled at the very earth beneath his feat, threatening to consume it all... before disappearing back into the void from which it came.
"What an interesting power you possess." Garland mused darkly, a mocking warp to his voice twisted only by the dying presence of genuine awe. "You are able to create orbs of power that consume and engulf objects at points of your choosing... What an aid you could have been to the Warriors of Light... Perhaps they might've inducted you into their ranks." As the man RAN for his life, Garland considered ending him right there. With a flick of his wrist, he could've cleaved both him and the tree-wall behind him in two, his blade mighty enough to slice flesh and bone as a warm knife would through the surface of water.
"You would have died just the same, but perhaps you would have sustained them for a time... saved a few who might've truly made a difference." Garland would bring his blade up... then DOWN upon Quistis in a MIGHTY downward cleave, aiming to split both her... and the soft earth below in half for SEVERAL meters both before and behind him in an annunciation to his point! By now the steps of the coward had begun to disappear from earshot, the knight having tracked him quietly until he had disappeared from range...
"I wonder if you are a slave to your creators... or mere to your carnal, greedy needs." Garland mused as he RIPPED his blade from the earth he had struck, his seering yellow eyes digging into the soul of his new target. "So blissfully ignorant in what you think is true heroism, forever blind to insignificance of your actions."
He tossed her whip out to the mud. Well, at least he had not armed himself with it. There left a chance of possibility for her to retrieve it. She wasn’t afraid of getting a little dirty. She’d have to wait for an opportune time where he was not stepping on it.
She stood not in defeat, her chest heaving from the use of magic, as if it took not strength, but energy from her to use it. Life was precious and the nurturing side of her would save what innocent life she could. And part of her hoped Garland would be distracted by the collapsing tree enough to leave her an opening. Instead, his focus seemed dead set on her. He had no true reaction to the tree other than…
Was he complimenting her and degrading her at the same time? Impressive.
That certainly was a strange way to deal with your opponent. “Warriors of Light? I don’t know who you speak of.” Quistis said cautiously, undoing the chain that hung from her waist. It wasn’t an ideal weapon, but it certainly assisted as a backup. Obviously, this man was insane or bent on some nefarious plotting. Regardless of which, he needed to be stopped one way or another. She could hear the victim running. She didn’t look for him. Instead, steely blue eyes watched carefully for an opening that never came. He rambled and rambled. She had no idea what he was talking about. It seemed to come out of nowhere. But perhaps the spontaneity would help lead her to understand his mindset.
“And what makes you feel you are not blind to your own passions? What goal is so pure?” She had a feeling this guy had no good answer. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him move, at least his movements were deliberate and easy to predict. But his speed felt unnaturally fast for someone in such heavy gear. This was much harder to predict. Even his armor didn’t seem to have a weakness. Usually a small opening near joints could be exploited. Yet, his armor seemed to cover those spots quite well.
But capes…that was always a downfall.
She quickly dove diagonally in a manner where she rolled closer to him, just towards the inside of his swinging arm but out of reach of the blade. Unfortunately, she had not predicted the earth to split before her in the matter it did. She felt the mere aftershock of the blade split her boot, blood gushing as her skin split from the pressure. Her ankle twisted in the sudden warping of the earth beneath her. Even her landing was sloppy as mud covered her clothing.
She gritted her teeth through the pain. Instead she stood to lean her weight into one foot, a heavy bend in her knee. She called on the flames now. The earth glowing around her as fire sprouted her target was aimed at his own cloak. Time to burn him out. When the spell unleashed, she hoped it would throw him off guard enough for this next part. She lashed her chain out to take hold of his ankle. And then with both hands and the strength she could muster…she yanked.
"Ignorant as well as foolish." The knight would note as Quistis responded to his remark. "A testament to the power you wield as it alone must be the source of your survival in this timeline." It would be from here that the woman would presume to question Garland's motivations and goals, that she would believe herself a worthy judge to critique and analyze his actions! The warrior would stop, almost as if time itself had ground to a halt... before a haunting, ghastly ripple would escape the throat of Garland, a noise that could almost be considered a chuckle. This woman was asking questions, seeking out more important knowledge so why NOT grant her request? At some point, the intellect of this enslaved species must rise lest it burn to blood-caked dust so why not begin with her?
"The world exists within a pocket of time and space surrounded by a quantity of divine beings you and your ilk might refer to as 'Gods.'" Garland began, raising his blade high and PLANTING its tip DEEP into the earth in a mighty thrust, almost a sign that their duel had come to a pause for the time being! "These gods manipulate the flow of time and reconstruct space on a regular basis to reset the infinite battle between myself and the supposed 'heroes', their champions, so that, one day, one among them might achieve final victory. In an endless cycle, I would battle their men and each time I would be defeated and reincarnated to serve in this battle once more. An infinite sea of blood spans the loop of time created by these gods, cleaved blade my blade and others merely to set a proper scene for this... rendition of their twisted game."
The sky almost seemed to darken as the fallen knight spoke, clouds collecting and coalescing above like a shifting ceiling of black, either in defiance of... or recognition of Garland's story!
"I had, an uncountable number of battles, created a plan that would allow me to ascend to godhood, to force change upon this unending cycle. At the peak of my power I was, once again, defeated."
Garland's voice grew sharper, harsher, as if the heavy edge of frustration had coated his voice, the knight raising his armored hand and CLENCHING it into a fist!
"...Now it appears that they have generated a new game in a time I do not recognize. None of the tools I need are here, none of the beasts I have made pacts with EXIST in this place! They have taken what I need to REND this place from their grasp! I must find new sources of power, new magic to accomplish this task. The gods will NOT hold me nor anyone else within this endless loop! So long as they foolishly allow me to draw breath, I will seek the destruction of their influence upon this world!"
Quistis would attempt some kind of attack only for Garland's blade to be retrieved and SLICE into the earth before her, cutting into the woman's leg and sending her crashing back down to the ground! Attempting a move of guile rather than valor... what an ineffective... Before the warrior knew what was happening, the very crag he had created suddenly ERUPTED in flames, his armor protecting himself from the WORST of the surrounding pillar of Inferno... but his cloak was not so resilient. While it was designed to resist harsh conditions, a BLAZING tornado of flame was HARDLY an acceptable rival, seering the cloth to an obsidian black all the way up to the knight's throat and beneath his heavily-protective armor! "RRRRRRAAAAAAAAOOOOOR!" Garland howled, his hand SHOOTING for the clasp just to the north of his breastplate, undoing it and TOSSING the cloak the the side... watching as one of his last remnants of Cornelia BURNED in the infinite, swirling flames! RAGE boiled within the blood of the warrior, Garland RAISING his blade once again and, with one mighty horizontal slash, attempted to CLEAVE Quistis' flame-spell in two, his armor stained with soot, the the metal surrounding the lower half of his helm and the upper half of his chest-plate slightly melted... revealing a pale-white flesh marred by the heat of her flames.
