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When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me
❞
During the weeks leading up to Noctis' arrival to Sonora, he was being carried along by whispers and rumors. He knew that the others were here. He knew it, deep down, but this whole country dwarfed Lucis in a way. Three needles in a vast, haystack. But, Noctis was known for his diligence (stubbornness, as Ignis would call it), and he continued his search, even though he'd turn up dead end after dead end.
Out of everything that could be known about a man, a penchant for cuisine was one of the most lauded, and it had led him to the darkened, dank city. He hopped off of the tailgate of an old farm truck that was delivering produce, dropping some gil in the man's hand, and waving him off down the road.
Alright, Iggy. Please, be at the end of this line. he thought desperately, brushing his bangs out of his eyes and starting down the road.
He spent the next few hours talking to shop owners, other citizens, and even an out of place Chocobo Rider, posing as a reporting food critic, about what the best grub was in town. He thought his performance was subpar (especially compared to an actual reporter that wanted to sign him on), but he managed to get several recommendations, all to the same place. Claimed the food was great, but the baked goods…
Bingo.
However, the last person he spoke to caused him to frown slightly, almost blowing his food critic act with his intense look of concern.
Yeah, it was amazing, but they stopped selling baked goods a while ago. Dunno what happened.
… Damn it.
He decided to head in the direction of the eatery in question. It was clear on the other side of the city, and Noct had made the decision not to warp around in the city (last thing he needed was to get shot out of the air by some panicky gunner).
The gravel crunched under his feet as he passed from a better built part of the city into a more industrial section, large trucks hauling freight passing by as the sun was obscured partially by thick cloud cover. Noct shielded his eyes and looked up, frowning, and he heard a cough in front of him, grabbing his attention from the weather.
"Wandered into the wrong part of town, man?" Noct heard as he lowered his eyes. He lowered his hand as well, and saw several men standing in front of him. A growing number of gangsters had stepped into his path, and he frowned slightly, eyes moving across the crowd.
"So it takes, what… fifteen of you to mug little old me?" Noctis said, tilting his head slightly and crossing his arms. "It's a bit overkill, isnt it?"
The tallest (and most well dressed of the group, probably a leader), scoffed. "We dunnae iff'n you one of 'dem Mage types. Figure sheer numbahs coul' beat a good fire spell iff'n we all hit at once." The leader shrugged. "We'd hate to pass up Outworld'r loot, so, iff'n yeh don' mind… Turn ou' yeh pockets."
Noctis sighed quietly, putting his hands in his pockets for a moment, before grinning and blading his stance, flinging his hand behind him, the Royal Arms appearing behind him in crystalline light.
"I'm giving you guys one chance to back off before you get hurt."
Unfortunately, the goons were either very brave, or very stupid, as they drew knives, swords, and some even sported hatchets. Noctis' grin vanished as he banished every weapon but his Engine Blade, eyebrows furrowing in determination.
Post by Cloud Strife on Feb 13, 2021 19:43:48 GMT -6
Sonora's constant freeze-thaw cycle made short work of asphalt. The lot had been paved a year prior but the ground crunching beneath Cloud's boots now wasn't much more than a loose aggregate of road salt and crumbled pavement. His breath plumed white as he paced the chainlink perimeter of the warehouse property in part to keep moving and stay warm, in part because there wasn't a damn thing else to do.
Mercenary work wasn't always as exciting as it sounded, but the rent had to be paid all the same.
Cloud had been standing under Sonora's dull grey skies for hours now, watching trucks rumble past with engines that sputtered and growled like asthmatic wolves and spewed thick clouds of choking black exhaust. The air in the industrial sector of the city was heavy with the acrid tang of burnt fuel and metal and chemicals. Cloud was thirsty, but managed to work up enough saliva to try and spit the bitter taste of the air out of his mouth. It didn't work.
He was little more than a glorified security guard working for a man named Khamzat who owned the warehouse and the contents moving in and out of it on those same rumbling trucks. Auto parts and industrial equipment. He'd pitched Cloud a story of hijackings and bandits and robberies, the reality of which Cloud now realized was dubious. He huffed, shook his head. If Khamzat's gil was as imaginary as these bandits then Cloud was going to add 'debt collector' to his list of job skills and Khamzat wasn't going to appreciate the demonstration.
With his boot he toed a broken chunk of asphalt free and kicked it across the lot, watching pieces chip off and fly out in every direction as it rolled and skittered across the uneven ground. The road had gone quiet. There was an ebb and flow to the truck traffic that Cloud had gotten to know over the past few hours. This was the ebb.
The voices out on the road were new, though.
Cloud cocked his head to the side a degree and shot a look towards the main gate. On the other side of the chainlink a crowd of Sonoran thugs assembled like a growing puddle of sewer seepage. He scowled, but past the hatred learned from running gang patrols with Tifa a small part of him woke with a spark of excitement. Trouble enough to break the monotony. It was what he was hired for, wasn't it? As he ambled over to the gate he shrugged the strap of his multi-sheath higher up on his shoulder. The collection of swords on his back clattered quietly.
When he looked past the gangsters to their lone target, something struck him about the man but he wasn't sure what. It wasn't familiarity, but a nagging feeling in the back of his skull told him he knew something about this guy, somehow.
Then everybody drew weapons.
No time to think about it now.
He shoved the gate open with the piercing squeal of rusting metal hinges. The bottom corner scraped against the pavement and he stepped through the gap out onto the road with a casual stride and his chin up, defiant.
"Hey, assholes," Cloud called out to the gaggle of thugs. Heads turned and the group's attention split; half of them sized him up, the other half watching the black-haired swordsman on the opposite side of the crowd. The tension was thick in the chill Sonoran air.
"Get lost."
There was scattered laughter in response, a few curses spat in his direction. Cloud knew before he opened his mouth that none of them would listen to him. They never did.
Everything that happened next happened in the span of heartbeats. One of the thugs came sprinting at Cloud, swinging a pipe. Cloud looked over the thug's shoulder, past the rest of the gang, to the swordsman on the other side. He gave the man a look, the barest twitch of a shrug, as if to say Well, I tried. The pipe came down towards Cloud's skull. There was a flash of silver. His empty hand suddenly held the main blade of his Fusion Sword in a vertical block. Metal clashed in a burst of sparks and the pipe hit the ground in pieces. The thug gawked at his empty hand and when Cloud kicked him square in the sternum he stumbled backwards into the rest of the pack.
Cloud drew one of the smaller folding blades in his free hand and pushed forward.
When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me
❞
Before anything else would happen, a man with blonde, spikey hair would appear on the other side of the crowd, calling out for the rag tag group of bandits to disband. Some weighed their options (fair) while others sneered, jeered, and otherwise made asses of themselves. Either way, Noctis knew immediately (whether by intuition or by some pious gift) that this man was an ally, but his affirmations were lost in the ruckus being raised by his would be assailants.
Noctis didn't have the time for this.
While one sprinted to the other swordsman with a pipe (really?), Noctis would have one of the larger men approach him. One at a time? Bad idea.
Noctis banished the Engine Blade and side stepped a swing of a large sledge hammer. Good for work, bad for combat. Before the man could recover from his swing, Noctis stepped on the hammer head, and vaulted forward, summoning the Mace and jamming it into the man's chest. Not a lethal blow, by any means, but it would be quite painful. The man flew back towards the crowd, while three others ran past the crumpled mass.
Noctis sighed, banishing the Mace and drawing the Engine Blade once more, tossing it between two of the three and warping between them, and running towards the crowd. He launched himself forward into one of the larger combatants, who attempted a counter attack with a hatchet. Noctis, in a flash of blue, zipped to the side and brought a knee up into the man's stomach, before flinging his sword to the other side of the crowd, sliding to a stop and joining the other man as he staged his own frontal assault.
"Last chance, guys." Noctis growled as the man he just kneed stood back up, clutching his stomach.
Clearly, the warning fell on deaf ears, as several expletives were thrown his way, from the ones who weren't occupied by the other swordsman. A pipe sailed from the back of the crowd, and Noctis swatted it out of the air, and awaited the next move.
Post by Cloud Strife on Mar 28, 2021 20:37:24 GMT -6
Over the ambient hum of the city came the cacophony of the fight. The clash of metal on metal, the slap of bootsoles on the pavement, a chorus of shouting. Two men split from the group as their comrade scrambled back to his feet. They moved to flank Cloud, shouting obscenities at him as if he gave half a shit what either of them thought.
If he'd learned anything about the Sonoran gangs so far it was that every single one of the halfwits who called themselves gangsters had an overinflated sense of their own importance.
From his right one of the men whipped a heavy steel chain at him and Cloud swung the main blade up to block it. The chain struck the blade and coiled around it in a silver blur and Cloud felt the last link of the chain cut across the spikes of his hair before it clanked against his sword. From his left the other man came charging in swinging a pair of trench knives with spiked knuckledusters. Cloud dropped to a knee and the blades sailed over his head. The man with the chain pulled hard but couldn't break Cloud's posture. At the same instant Cloud swiped low with the folding blade and sliced the back of the knife-man's knees open.
There was a loud, pathetic wailing as the man collapsed and his knives clattered on the broken pavement.
There was an instinct in Cloud to land that coup de grace. After all, it wasn't like a guy swinging knives at him had mercy on his mind, was it?
Would be easy enough to finish him off.
No, this doesn't have to be a slaughter.
Cloud stood. Almost as an afterthought he pulled his right arm inward and yanked the chain-wielder off balance. The man stumbled into range and Cloud slammed the point of his elbow into the top of the man's skull. He'd seen Tifa land that one before. Freed of his senses and motor control, the man's legs buckled and he hit the pavement face-first. Cloud shook the chain off his sword and let it fall in a heap on the man's back.
He slid his rear foot back and lowered into his fighting stance again, a sword in each hand. He saw the other swordsman in his peripheral vision and he took a scan of the remaining crowd with narrowed eyes. He shook his head.
"These idiots never listen," Cloud muttered.
He knew he could wrap this whole song and dance up with a single spell, but these guys weren't worth the property damage. His materia remained dormant and he shot a sidelong glance at the other swordsman.
Why the hell did he seem familiar? That was going to bother him for the rest of the fight.
"You take the half dozen on the left, I take the half dozen on the right?" he suggested, as casually as suggesting pizza delivery.
At least he was technically getting paid for this.
When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me
❞
The other warrior had an impressive skill with the blade, even going so far as to have a sword that disassembled into other swords. It pulled a smirk out of him as he noticed it, a fleeting wish that he could take that concept back with him to Insomnia. Gladio would love that. However, a half second of regret for reminiscing would pass before another three men would approach Noctis,
So be it.
As the blonde would deal with his own assailants, Noctis would straighten his stance, his eye piercing into his would be assailants, before banishing his sword, a blue-white light surrounding him as the three would be deflected but a flurry of crystal. Spinning around him were the Royal Arms, each positioned with one end or the other pointing to the sky, emblazoned in the power of the Armiger. He quelled the storm within, measured his response, and at the behest of his partner, decided to take the half dozen on the left.
Each attempt to launch themselves through the weapons was met with yowls of pain, one of the bandits getting caught in the vortex for a split second, being launched some ten meters to Noctis' left. His eyes glowed as the weapons vanished, and Noctis would dart around the battlefield, landing punches and kicks rather than weapon blows, scattering the opponents with precision. He would warp backwards, taking a low stance with the Mace, and eye his opponents as they lay in heaps, dotting the landscape before him.
With his back turned to his combat partner, he would scan the landscape, before noticing one of the beaten men reaching underneath himself, pulling out a small gun. He aimed it at Noctis, then adjusted to fire at Cloud.
"Tch!" Noctis would fling the Mace upward, warping to it high above, coming down with it on the man's arm, resulting in a sickening crunch as his forearm would break under the pressure of the blow. Noctis, not following through with the strike, would banish the Mace at the moment of impact, and swipe the gun away from the screaming man. Unbeknownst to him, one of the others had gotten up, and made his presence known by grazing Noctis's arm with a knife thrust, while a second man would approach from the side, kicking Noctis in the ribs. The Arms would appear again, blasting the two away as Noctis warped back towards his partner, clutching his ribs tightly.
"They're persistent." He muttered, but he figured his six were down for the count. He turned to assist Cloud, drawing the Mace again.
Post by Cloud Strife on May 15, 2021 11:58:17 GMT -6
I've gotta learn how to do that floating weapon thing.
Cloud spared a sidelong glance at the dazzling array of crystal weaponry spinning and hovering in the air, refracting the weak light of Sonora's gunmetal sky and the bright electric blue aura of the man commanding them. A shimmering beacon incongruous with the dull grey industrial zone playing host to the fight. He couldn't help but think that pulling swords out of thin air seemed a hell of a lot more convenient than lugging six of them around everywhere.
But now wasn't the time for gawking over shiny flying blades.
With the left flank covered, Cloud dashed into the fray on the right, kicking up a faint plume of grit from the road. Even without a haste spell enhancing his muscle fibers, Cloud moved with an inhuman speed and agility. The gaggle of thugs swung wildly. Headhunting. He ducked under a baseball bat, weaved to the right as a makeshift spear pierced the air past his left deltoid, took the legs out from under the batsman with a wide sweep of his main blade.
By the time the thug hit the asphalt Cloud had already moved on to the next one. The flat of the main blade met flesh and bone. Dry snap of ribs, a choked cry. Two down. A hatchetblade ricocheted off the steel pauldron on Cloud's left shoulder. He felt the metal ring all the way into his skull and a flare of anger in its wake. He spun and chopped the wooden handle in two with the folding sword in his offhand and the hatchetman took two stumbling steps backwards in a desperate bid to make space. Cloud swung the main blade for a knockout blow when something sharp bit into the back of his knee and buckled his leg. The flat of the main blade clipped a shoulder and finished its arc scraping asphalt.
Sloppy. Come on.
Cloud grunted a low, frustrated noise between gritted teeth. The four remaining thugs swarmed like eager wolves with the taste of blood on their tongues. A barrage of blows rained down upon him but Cloud swung his main blade up like a shield, shifted his weight, waited... And in that breath between attacks, he swung the sword out around him like a steel whirlwind, a blur of silver sending four bodies flying backwards and crashing to the pavement.
From there it was cleanup. A soccer kick to the face as one of them scrambled to all fours, the man's head snapping backwards before he slumped unconscious on the ground. Kicking the weapon out of reach of another, stomping his wrist until something cracked. He planted a boot on one man's chest just as his partner in the fight warped back to him. Cloud looked up, sweeping his eyes over the spread of groaning bodies on the ground.
"They're idiots," Cloud replied with a shake of his head. He looked down at the man under his boot and emphasized each word. "Stay down."
He held on to mercy by a thin thread, but he'd clashed with so many of these faceless thugs already, seen so much of the misery they inflicted on the people of Sonora's slums, that it was a hard choice to pull his punches. He hoisted his main blade up to rest on his shoulder and looked over at the other swordsman.
