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Kuja still couldn’t answer -- not at the forest, not at the city, and certainly not now that he stood at the edge of Aljana watching the shifting sands. He’d never minded the desert. In fact, he found the dry heat nearly as pleasurable as rain, yet he couldn’t deny the irritation beginning to prick his lips into a scowl. It came not from the biting wind or the merciless sun, but rather from the task itself. Why was he here? Why, to round up monsters of course. As to why he'd bothered, he had no idea.
He heard a strange kind of popping noise behind him and shot a disinterested glance over his shoulder. He saw green. Hopping, staring green with quivering needles and hollowed eyes stuck in a constant mockery of surprise. A cactuar.
It was too strong to fight. Not for him, of course, but for a certain someone else that he had inexplicably brought along on his dragon and left to wait in the city. And this was all about her, wasn't it?
He waved his hand. ”Fira.” The cactuar never had a chance to send its trademark needles shooting towards him by the thousand. Instead, his magic burst around it, lighting it ablaze with enough force to send the air rippling around it. It continued its mad hop heedless of the flames before some reaction traveled from its spines to the collection of dulled neurons it called a brain. Only then did it give a screech of pain and fall over dead. Kuja watched its green flesh smolder and blacken. Then he laughed to himself. It was as dry as the desert air.
”A pity,” he said. ”There must be a nest somewhere.”
Not that it would help him. He needed something distinctly less deadly. What was it that novices could handle again? Wolves? Goblins? It had been so long that Kuja could hardly remember.
He took a few steps down the road, arms crossed. ”Perhaps the desert is too harsh,” he said, smirking. ”Forged by the unforgiving earth, only the strong survive.” He touched at his forehead before flipping his bangs aside. ”Yet there's always the weak to prey upon. If only they’d come to me!”
For the sake of a genome. For the sake of Mikoto. For the sake of his sister as Zidane would have called her, but Zidane was an idiot, and Kuja knew better.
So why should Kuja care if she learned magic or not? Why should he bother to throw her to the wolves as he’d promised? Perhaps he was merely bored. Or desperate. He'd been known to be both.
The sands shifted below his feet. That shifting turned into a rumble and then a kind of dune which burst open with an explosion of dirt and debris. He was faced first with an open, gaping maw. It was rimmed with a perfect sphere of teeth which smoothed into tan flesh, thick and eyeless as it emerged from the sand and gathered itself ever higher.
In seconds, the sandworm was swaying above him, and he was caught in its gargantuan shadow.
Kuja watched it gather itself, unimpressed, before he burst into laughter, a finger at his lips. ”You must be joking.” Perhaps it had been hunting the cactuar. The weak would give way to the strong, and nothing here stood a chance against him.
”Well, if you’re so eager to die…” He raised a hand almost carelessly. ”Then I suppose I’ll have to oblige.”
Hunting was not Aera's ideal past-time. It was, however, a necessary violence in this world, and she'd grown accustomed to taking on odd jobs to pay for her travels. This hunt had been mercifully quick--retrieving a treasured bracelet for a client in Aljana from a particular Tonberry who'd stolen it. Tracking the creature down had been a bit rough (Tonberries looked much the same, save for their variances in height), but once she'd jostled the bracelet from its hold, a quick tap with holy light had dissolved the beast outright from existence--like a mess of ash scattering on the breeze.
Aera was walking one of the desert trails back toward a main road when noise up ahead of her snagged her attention. Another adventurer, perhaps? It certainly sounded like a fight. And flame--hard to mistake the scent of scorched tissue.
What the Oracle hadn't noticed yet was the Coeurl stalking her. She'd just come to a mess of eroded stone pillars when the sound of running had her whirling around. The cat was enormous. An elder? And its whiskers were easily longer than its body, already crackling with electricity.
Aera's reaction was instant. She ran and jumped over the next sand dune, sliding down to the bottom some twenty feet below as the Coeurl made a powerful leap. Its shadow sailed far ahead of her as she was coming to a stop, finally level with the next road.
And it was now that she laid eyes on the other wayfarer out here. A man fighting...some kind of desert worm? Well, now the worm and the Coeurl. She hadn't meant to lead more danger toward an unsuspecting traveler, but she could apologize after.
Aera summoned her trident once more and got to her feet, hoping the feline wouldn't target the other first. Everything was moving so quickly, though, and she didn't quite have the time to shout and warn him.
Kuja raised a hand. His fingers sparked with deadly magic. He moved to strike the sandworm when suddenly there was a woman standing between them.
Kuja blinked slowly.
What?
Not only that, but it seemed that a cat had followed her. It sailed over her head, coming to a skidding stop beyond her and a little to his left. It turned with a feline grace, hackles raised and eyes sharp with the hunt. His eyes traveled from its bared fangs to its deadly claws to its overlong whiskers, heavy with an electric charge.
A coeurl. The woman must have thought him her savior. He wanted to laugh.
The coeurl had turned its attention to him -- perhaps considering him the less bothersome prey. The sandworm gave a gurgling roar, saliva dripping from its maw in odious streams. Kuja felt his patience waning. He brought magic to his fingertips, raised his hand, and brought it sharply down. ”Thundaga.”
The coeurl went first. It was faster and therefore the more immediate threat, and his spell seized it in a deadly grasp. He heard the cold static as the light engulfed it, the sand trembling with the force of his thunder. There was the smell of burning flesh and then it keeled over, stiff and trembling. The sandworm gathered itself to strike, heedless of the fate of such a lesser creature. Kuja swirled the magic around his hand, weaving it in a circular motion before swishing it aside.
”Blind.”
The white magic cast with a shimmering of white which quickly manifested itself in a dark miasma around the space where its eyes should have been. The blinding spell (or a properly cast one at any rate) was a curse upon all senses -- not merely sight. Even the eyeless creature depended on its sense of smell, and it was far less of an immediate threat if it lashed out blindly.
For him at least. He had no idea if the woman had the ability to avoid its eager maw.
Whoever this man was, the sudden entrance of the feline came as no surprise to him. He scarcely seemed alarmed--or even inconvenienced--by the new threat, instead directing a bolt of lightning upon the massive cat sizing him up. Aera clutched at her staff, eyeing the creature warily as its body jerked postmortem. There had to be significant power behind that spell to fell an elder coeurl in a single blow...
The worm was next but this time the stranger did not outright kill it. A blinding spell? But, oh, that seemed to rile the creature more. It awkwardly swayed about as its senses muddied, and Aera was forced to step backward at it thrashed down toward her and swung about, as if it thought to blindly catch whatever was close to it. Though it lacked precision, its teeth were still a threat.
The worm snapped its maw wildly, rising up only to throw itself back down again. Aera staggered back as the force of its flails shook the earth near her feet. She readied her trident to stab at it, but it lurched from the earth and instantaneously added to its own length, mouth wide as it snapped blindly back down.
This time it did reach her, but the blonde turned her staff horizontal, catching the creature's mouth agape merely inches from her own flesh. This unfortunately wasn't the first time she'd been beheld in such monstrous jaws.
"May holy light purge you," she scorned, firmly resolute despite her earlier unsure footing. The staff lit up a blinding white, coursing beautiful light outward like a small exploding star. The worm's head and neck were blown apart in all directions. The remainder of its body coiled in rapidly upon itself, and Aera hurried away from the spasming tissues, half disgusted and half eager to ensure the stranger was without serious injury.
"Are you well, traveler?" she asked, slightly out of breath but very dutiful in acknowledging her primary priority now that the beasts were laid still.
Kuja could say that he honestly hadn’t expected the woman to be good for anything but running away. He’d expected that she’d serve as a passable distraction for the now thrashing worm, and then Kuja could finish it with a few spells (more than one, most likely) and maybe she’d survive long enough to express her gratitude and then leave. But no. As the worm lunged at her, she raised her three-pronged spear, piercing it through the maw before it could snap its jaws around her. Kuja raised an eyebrow.
Interesting.
She followed the attack with a holy spell that burst through her spear like a conduit and the worm burst with a brilliant, deadly light. Kuja raised a hand, shielding his head as he eyed the meaty debris with distaste. Bits of flesh, teeth, and fetid slobber rained down on them as the headless thing gave a final spasm and collapsed into the sand with a solid thunk. The gaping wound was seared and smoking. Kuja lowered his hand and looked down on the results in disgust.
Well. That was one way to deal with it, he supposed.
”Are you well, traveler?”
Kuja’s eyes flicked to the woman who had scrambled to his side. Her eyes were wide with concern. She had a sense of innocence about her not helped by her sandy, windswept hair or the worm’s blood and saliva which coated her dress. She smelled sour.
”I’m well enough.” Kuja folded his arms in front of him. ”It seems you could have handled yourself fine.” From a couerl on the prowl. It had likely been stalking her for some time. She must have been taken by surprise.
”I’m looking for weak monsters,” he went on. ”Obviously, I haven’t found any. The desert has a way of forging strength.” Alone. Forsaken to the wastes and the wilds. Kuja could empathize. ”You haven’t seen anything, have you?”
