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The recent days had been exhausting, warranting more sleep than usual. Somehow, she seemed to be succumbing to its wishes more oft than not in recent memory. The ornate lance remained propped against a far corner of the chocobo stall, like a silent guardian to the hoarding of food piled beneath it. Wiloh would rest in a protective angle of her bounty, a dark violet shawl stolen from a busy trader somewhere here in Provo draped over her head. The back of the old church provided some shade from the morning heat where the tower did not. For all the air it received it would seem the derelict spire atop the chapel was also a prime target for the star’s ire; a miracle with its age the timber built around the mortar and stone had not been set ablaze. Though there was no mistaking the waves of heat that radiated off the old shingles, as the humidity in the area only sought to make today a rather hot one to endure.
There came a sound of many footsteps hurrying down the street toward the place of worship, enough so it warranted a perk of one of her ears beneath the shawl. Sounded like a mob of some sort. New sale on something? Somebody in trouble? A lazy kick would move some of the hay she slept on to hide her stash of bread and fruit, but enough so that the lance came tumbling over her form with a soft thud. The sound was enough to startle her from the light nap, a protesting whine growing from beneath the shade. ”This one up, knock off the noise.” She would lazily pin down a corner of the veil as her head rose from the hay, hair a complete mess and full of straw. A shake of the head and it was sent raining about the stall.
With a peer around the corner, she saw them, big muscle headed brutes looking around for somebody, like they were being chased or just being far too suspicious for their own good. Now what in Oschon’s bum? Violet eyes widened to find them going through the back door of the chapel carrying a big box of some sort. It happened so fast Ren didn’t get a good enough look at the thing to determine what it really was. The more important notion was that they were entering what she was starting to consider her church. She frowned at this. Nobody seemed to take an interest in the place, as far as she knew the pews were in disarray, and some of the decorative windows in shambles. Perfect hiding spot for a bunch of louts looking to lay low after a robbery.
”Loud ones being sneaky ones?”
The miqo’te slowly drew her eyes skyward to the belltower.
Well now, it was best to go see what they were up to, and with any luck maybe eavesdrop on what their plans were for the near future. An adequately entertaining means to start off the day she supposed, even if the temptations of dreaming still held a fathomable allure in contrast. Ren stood with a shrug and a stretch, dipping the toe of her boot under the lance to kick it into the air for a catch and twirl. She winced as she stepped out of the shade and into the glare of the sun, the warmth already attacking her dark outfit with a seething fury. It was best to get out of it, and with two hops to the roof then to tower, she began unfurling the old Victorian-esque rug away from the trap door beneath. Using Dreizack to prop it open to avoid burning a hand on the scalding ring bound to it, there came a draft of cooler air from beneath this forgotten secret.
As she would creep her way down the decrepit ladder, Ren would try her best to test for and avoid any squeaks in the wood with her weight, so as not to alert those to her arrival. They were awfully loud for those trying to be sneaks, but then again maybe it was just the volume of the church which amplified their acoustics. At least perhaps that’s what Talia would have chalked it up to, bards with their fancy observations from afar and what not. Ren just figured they were dumb, sticking to the shadows of the catwalk as she peered down on their little meeting, group huddle, whatever you wanted to call it.
The box was apparently some kind of chest, and a very shut and bound one at that too. A deep cherrywood finish bound in scuffed weathered gold, locked tightly behind a binding which remained hidden from the miqo’te’s vantage. What was inside? Gil? Jewels? Some kind of miracle elixir? Ren watched with a patient silence as the intruders talked amongst themselves, while a much shorter, more eloquently attired man schemed to himself near the weathered altar near the room’s head. The miqo’te cocked a brow at this discovery. Was this one in charge of the others? It certainly was looking like a post-heist meeting among thieves, but she couldn’t help but wonder why something felt off about this unusual fellowship.
Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Jun 26, 2021 13:35:32 GMT -6
"Get ready , ZEPHRON, for YUFFIE!"
The Great Ninja Yuffie!
The leader of the band of thieves let out a sigh of relief as the heavy chest was placed on the ground. His men had done as they were asked, and the ornate, powerful chest was now in possession of the strange, short warlock who had hired them. As far as the transaction went, the deal was done. And yet, he still felt slightly uneasy. Perhaps it would be wiser to take out the warlock while he wasn't looking. Whatever was in the chest had to, by default, be worth more than the warlock was paying, right? Otherwise, what profit was in it for the warlock?
"I know what you're considering," the warlock answered, refusing to turn from where he surveyed at the altar. "But rest assured, the contents of this chest would be useless to you. And besides," he turned, a glint in his eye that might very well be magical. "I would kill at least three of you. Are you willing to risk being one of those three?" Magic seemed to crackle across his fingertips. The thieves looked among themselves.
"Alright. Fine. Just pay us, and we'll go," spat the leader, sounding annoyed. The warlock tossed a bag of gil across the church, where it landed with a gentle chink of coin. The thief leader swept it up, and turned to leave, followed by his men.
"Ah, but before you go," the warlock held up a finger. "There's an extra 100 gil in it for the man who picks the lock?" he offered with a smile. The thieves looked to each other, and the leader nodded to one of his lackeys. That lackey scurried forwards, lockpick in hand. "Ah, ah, ah, careful now. That chest hasn't been opened for a thousand years. The lock is doubtlessly rusted, and probably booby trapped too." The warlock warned.
And then silence fell. Slowly, the thief worked at the lock with his lockpick. Sweat formed on his brow at the difficulty of the task. The men all remained perfectly still and perfectly silent as he did so. Only the clicking of the lock could be heard. Even the warlock looked nervous. But then, finally, in the silence the thick lock fell away. The chest seemed to hiss. The warlock ran forward, throwing his cloaked arms back.
"Ah ha! At last! The orbs of power! Lost for a millennia! They will be mine! Within this chest, magic unlimited! The power from another world! Known only as... materia!" He threw back the lid of the chest...
....and Yuffie sprang to her feet, where she had been sat cramped inside the treasure chest. All of the men looked startled, and the warlock almost fell backwards. Yuffie popped a Da-Chao bean into her mouth, and crunched it, and grinned at the gathered group, holding out her hands.
"C'mon. What did you expect?" she asked with a cheeky grin.
"W-what? B-but that... chest has been lost for a millennia! Sealed for centuries! H-how-" the warlock stammered in disbelief.
"Yeah. It was. 'til like, yesterday," Yuffie rolled her eyes. "Wow. That's gotta really burn ya, huh? How long you been lookin' for this thing, and I beat you by a DAY?"
"Wh-what? Who ARE you?" the warlock asked in shock.
And that was all Yuffie needed. She leapt up onto the brim of the chest, flinging a hand out and letting out a triumphant laugh.
"I'm glad you asked!" she shot back, throwing down a smoke grenade for the added drama. "Some know me as a beguiling, beautiful ninja... Others, as the world's greatest materia hunter! To some, I'm the saviour of humanity! Others say I defeated a God! I'm the scourge of evil doers! The champion of the Earth and Sky! Who am I, you ask!? Well, wonder no more, followers of evil! Before you stands the rarest of blooms, the Single White Rose of Wutai, the enemy of evil, the one and only-" she leapt up onto the open lid of the treasure chest. "-GREAT NINJA YUFFIE KISARAGI!" She threw both of her arms into the air, where no doubt imaginary fireworks reigned out in all directions.
Unfortunately, since she was balancing on the open lid of a treasure chest, this also caused her to lose her balance.
"Whoa! WhoawhoawhoaWHOA!" she shrieked as the treasure chest lid snapped shut, with her on it, and threw her face first off of it and into the horde of thieves, where she landed face down on the floor. All of the thieves immediately drew their swords, pointing them at the downed Yuffie, who rolled over onto her back, hands held up, and she let out a nervous, sheepish laugh. "Uh, lemme try that again?" she asked hopefully. Unfortunately, the warlock simply stepped over to her.
"Hand over what you found in that chest, 'Great Ninja'," he said mockingly. "And perhaps I can give you a quick death?" He grinned. "Well, quicker than your little boasting about yourself, so not THAT quick..."
The wait was a little more than she could bear, given there were a bunch of fools doing business inside her territory, or at least she wanted to believe very very strongly that it was. Though with the way these ones went about their day with their conversation, one might come to think they owned the place, or had done this a few times in the past. Some kicked about the pews, some messing with the funny candlestick holders while the leader concocted his negotiations with the lalafell. Or that was what Ren was certain she was dealing with. Who else could be that small and wield magic like that? Like Papalymo? The very idea sent a pang of confusion and depression through her, but it was all tossed aside the moment the little creep decided to open his mouth.
Wise one would never say such things. This one stupid one like all the rest.
Ren watched on, silent, careful, patient; Like a Dravanian wyvern waiting to pounce upon an unsuspecting Ishgardian contingent. The scene unfolded as the warlock bribed the crooks with extra payment to unlock the chest. The former Azure Dragoon took it as a sign he was probably wealthier than he was letting on. Sure, it was a mere hundred or so Gil, but to some that was considered a fortune here. If a single coin went for as much as they did back home that was a different story. Ren gave a brief roll of the eyes for even thinking about the Marketboards back home. Though perhaps the short one was worth letting live for this transgression into her domain, if only long enough to discover where the rest of the wealth was hiding.
A wave of the hand would shoo away the morpho as it descended from the bell tower’s heights. This was no place or time for butterflies, Ren had to stay focused on the nasty ones, and that floor sure looked dirty. Maybe she would go find a broom when all of this was over, after all none of them looked tough, and she had taken down bigger mobs of trash than that in her day. The miqo’te felt her breath still and quiet as she poked her head between the iron bars of the banister which she clung to, still crouched as she did her best to camouflage with the dark. Then it finally happened! The lock was broken, the chest flung open, and the warlock’s grand proclamation filled the church in all its arrogant splendor.
Orbs of power? Lost for a millennia? From another world?
Ears suddenly perked up.
Materia!?
Now that she totally understood.
It was probably the first familiar thing she had heard in weeks, considering that it was a term almost every adventurer worth their salt in Eorzea knew about. The magical stones forged by goblin and crafters alike held unfathomable potential when they were applied right, and they certainly went for a fair price in some areas too. Oh, this was going to be too easy. A dark smirk of confidence was about to cross her face, when suddenly- much like those of the various thieves in the church, warlock included, bewilderment snatched all that bravado away at the reveal of a girl inside the chest as well.
Ren had to blink several times to fathom this development.
The miqo’te made to move to a better position, but ”Ow!” she would bang her head on the metal banister; the noise having coincided and drowned with the beginning of the great ninja’s opening speech. Wiloh plopped backwards onto her bum, frowning as she tried to rub away the pain on her crown. She gave an annoyed huff under her breath before crawling back to her spot, coming to find the girl in the box had taken it upon herself to draw the attention of the entire room. From what she had gathered from all the shouting, this other sneaky one was here for the materia too! Another frown. This was her hiding spot, those useful orbs by all accounts should go to somebody who knew what to do with them in the first place. As Yuffie went about standing on the lid of the chest in grandiose fashion, Ren took the passing seconds to gauge the distance she’d need to avoid clipping the rafters.
A smoke grenade went off, several of the thieves began to cough and panic. Ren listened further for anything useful. A bunch of titles were spouted, followed by more shouting as the entrance fell apart, and the next thing she knew the confident one was surrounded by the nasty ones. Deciding on the biggest target out of the group, Ren stood up with a shrug, then backed herself into the nearby corner for an extra few running feet before launch. With three steps and a grunt she was off, sailing through the air, until her boots would plant firmly into the large bald headed one’s butt cheeks. She would kick off of him like a platform to land gracefully by the altar, a flourishing spin of Dreizack as the thief was sent careening into his comrades in crime. Several fell to the floor with him, some stumbled and flailed their swords about, few clattering to the ground as two of the thieves made for the door.
A twitch of the lance and it would activate the memories within its ore, the teeth taking on a glow of dark aether as shadow would begin to helix up the shaft. A little fear to get them running. The warlock’s eyes would widen at this development, seeking to close the gap between himself and the chest. Much to Ren’s surprise though, most of the thieves were standing with a look to fight. She would offer a growl as they readied their blades, before the warlock would hold out his hand, lightning beginning to crackle in its palm. A bunch of thugs pretending to be swashbucklers and one very cocky thaumaturge.
Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Jun 30, 2021 14:20:25 GMT -6
"Get ready , ZEPHRON, for YUFFIE!"
The Great Ninja Yuffie!
Yuffie rolled over onto her back to look at the gathered thugs glaring down at her, blades drawn. Okay, so this was bad, but it wasn't like it was the first time she'd found herself surrounded by a bunch of people she tried to fight. LAST time she'd conned her way into their party and stolen all their materia. Sure, they'd gotten it back and she'd ended up being their friends, but that was besides the point. The point was, she could turn this to her advantage. She just had to figure out how!
And then it came to her! The thugs were distracted as somebody attacked! Ha! Just like she planned! Well, just like she'd TELL everybody she'd planned later on, and by that point, who would know what was real and what wasn't? Kicking to her feet with her surprising energy and agility, her shuriken flew down into her hand. Okay, it was time to take care of these thugs.
She saw the flash of a lance being wielded by the person-who-totally-hadn't-saved-her-because-she-was-fine-and-didn't-need-saving, and for a moment her mind went to Sonon. The memory of fighting alongside the Dragoon surfaced, and was enough to distract her as a lightning bolt crackled her way from the tiny little mage.
Yuffie threw herself aside just in time. "Hey! No fair! I was distracted!" she complained. "Anyway, you call that magic? Watch THIS!" She hurled her shuriken forward towards the little mage, and then her own hand glowed as she activated her Bolt materia, and Bolt 3 shot out in an arc, directly into the shuriken, electrifying it as it flew at him.
At the same time, one of the thugs swung his sword at Yuffie, but she ducked, and then jumped backwards, delivering a high kick to his face. "Thanks for the help, but I got this," she said over to the strange lance wielder, who appeared to maybe be some kind of cat person? The past was a WEIRD place! She held out her hand as her giant shuriken flew back into it and she grabbed it tight, crouched in a fighting stance.
And then-
"OW! HOT! HOT!" she threw her shuriken into the air, where it clattered to the ground sizzling from her lightning into it, and she held her gloved hand close, blowing on her fingers quickly. The thugs advanced on her, now unarmed, and she let out a small laugh and looked over at the lance wielder. "Oh, um, go on then, I guess you can help a LITTLE?" she said with a nervous laugh.
The warlock had left out an off-octave shriek as he had cast his spell, only to eventually take Yuffie’s shuriken to the face, causing him to stumble into the chest of materia. As he tumbled over it, the box was rocked, before it eventually tipped over with a loud thud. The colorful spheres went bouncing through the church like marbles on a tile floor. No! The power balls!” cried one of the thugs in disdain. As this all happened the dragoon could only watch on wide eyed in confusion by what was transpiring in her self-proclaimed lair. One of the oafs would trip on a Cure materia, sending it flying through the air their direction. The few that had taken upon themselves to draw swords on Ren advanced slowly, until the lead man was bumped in the head by the green orb.
The distraction it created was enough for Ren to move in as the man turned his head in a bewildered fashion. ”Reg!” The Miqo’te would catch him in the stomach with the blunt end of the lance, then bring it up in a forceful uppercut to his chin as he turned to face the pain. He hit the floor dazed as his two friends advanced swords raised high. They would attempt to catch Ren with a combined attack of their blades, only to meet the lance several times in a series of parries. PING! PANG! The clashes of steel rang out through the church among the various yells and cries from the victims of the Great Ninja.
Another twirl of the lance and Ren suddenly found the treasure thief nursing a hand over a bad catch. Without a doubt this was one of the strangest shinobi she ever encountered. Were they all this loud and clumsy in this town? Or was it just a cover for being a thief? She had suggested Ren offer help. ”What does it look like Ren is doing!?” she whined back in retort. The big bald headed one had seized his large axe, and came charging up the nave for the pair of interlopers that had ruined their payday. A vein throbbed in his head as it was brought up high, then brought down hard where the dragoon stood. ”Whaaa!? Big crazy one comes! Look out!
Ren tried to dodge out of the way, the impact of the man’s attack throwing up stone, wood and aged carpet, forcing the dragoon to tumble into Yuffie as the berserker rounded for another go. Ren would try to push the younger girl out of the way before the axe came down again, only to get thrown into one of the pews with a thunderous crash. Seconds later there was a childish protest from underneath the pile of decrepit wood. ”Ren doesn’t like big scary one...” She would unbury herself from the debris, shaking the dust from her locks with a frown as she looked for the shinobi. The berserker had taken to swinging at something again, yet a glimpse to the doors revealed some of the thugs had taken to picking up the loosed materia. One stood anxious with an arm-full while he waited on his buddy trying to revive one of the fallen tovar.
”He’s dead Jim!”
An over exaggeration on the thief’s part, whom examined his unconscious tovar which had bumped his head in the scuffle. His face, a canvas of concern, soon became a decorative backdrop of fear as a shadow would pass over them. The Miqo’te had taken it upon herself to leap into the air again, this time using one of the rafters overhead the nave, to kick off to bound herself at the loud-mouthed thief. The lance was returned to her back as she tackled the man, whom yelped with shock and surprise. The pair rolled through the pews and into a nearby stack of barrels by the left-hand aisles; a collection of tomatoes and onions would spill out from those cracked by the wrestlers. The man gave protesting grunts as Ren tried to free her wrists from his grasp. She would manage to wring one free, before seizing one of the nearby tomatoes, and promptly smashing it on his face.
”Ahahaha! Dumb one doesn’t like red fruit do they!?”
Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Jul 6, 2021 15:05:12 GMT -6
"Get ready , ZEPHRON, for YUFFIE!"
The Great Ninja Yuffie!
Yuffie had managed to scoop back up her shuriken as the lance wielder had come to her rescue very mild assistance. However, before she could fully get back into a fighting stance, said lance wielder tackled her, throwing her to the floor and out of the way of the big man with the axe. Ugh! As if Yuffie needed that! She TOTALLY saw him coming. Yep, she was on it 100%.
Still, if the girl with the LANCE wanted to fight him, well, it'd be rude to interrupt, right?
Plus materia was scattering everywhere, and Yuffie was going to be darned if she was going to lose it! Chasing after the rolling marbles as one of the thugs did too, they almost collided as she heard his panicked cries of "No, the power balls!". Turning to him with a big grin. "Don't worry about THOSE power balls. Worry about your OWN power balls," she beamed. "What? I don't have-" he began. And then she kicked him as hard as she could in the crotch and watched as he doubled over. "THOSE power balls," she grinned, and wished somebody had been around to hear that. But sadly lance girl seemed busy. Oh well. More materia for her!
She began grabbing as many of the orbs as she could, but she noticed that some of the thugs were already breaking for the exit. With HER materia! Suddenly, Yuffie's eyes fell deadly serious. Okay, she didn't mind falling off the chest or being pushed over, but she drew the line at people STEALING HER MATERIA that she had stolen first!
She jumped onto the pews and began to skip along them in a ninja run, overtaking the fleeing thugs, even as behind her the girl with the lance crashed through some and seemed to be getting into a vegetable fight. She flipped into the front of the exit to stop the others getting away. "I told you, I'm the world's greatest materia hunter, and that materia... is mine!" she said with a dramatic point at the fleeing thugs. "Like, I bet you don't even know how it WORKS! Like this one right here? This is a good one!" she threw one of the pieces of materia she was holding in the air and caught it again. "It's called.... THROW!"
And then she hurled the orb directly at the nose of the fleeing thug, where it smacked him in the face. She ran and jumped into a scissor kick, hitting both of the thugs and knocking them down. Unfortunately, the man with the axe was now charging her, with an angry expression. Yuffie grinned. "Nice try, but I'm on a roll!" she smirked, and she threw the remaining materia orbs in her arms out and along the floor, meaning that the charging man with the axe ran directly onto the rolling orbs and lost his balance, falling backwards. "Heh heh... On a ROLL! A ROLL! Get it?" she guffawed to herself as he crashed down. She ran and leapt over him, throwing her shuriken down as she passed to finish him off.
That just left the tiny spellcaster and the thug the lance girl was still wrestling with.
"I'd say get ready to pick on someone your own size, but then I'd guess I'd hafta crouch," Yuffie guffawed, obviously pleased with her own jokes as she landed to get ready to fight the mage and end this little battle...
Then more shouting and the hum of a large shuriken in the air.
”Oh gods it’s in my eyes!”
The Miqo’te looked around in a panic while the thief began to choke on the pulp smooshed into his face. Wide eyed she searched for anything that could be used to counteract the effects of the evil tomato. Ren was suddenly rolled over into a somersault, but the thief reluctantly joined as his shirt was seized, then followed with a yell. Twice they rolled, through dirt and dust, Wiloh taking a fist to the cheek in it all. They both attempted to stand, before Ren would give him a forceful shove back into the vegetable pile, the thief losing his balance on a squishy radish. There came a groan as she approached, while he struggled to regain his footing.
There was a piece of timber from the mess they had caused nearby, which the girl picked up to strike the thief over the head to knock him out. Well, that solved the problem she thought, sneaky thief couldn’t choke if sneaky thief was sleeping, could they? She had to scratch her head on that one, thinking it might be best to at least sit him up so he didn’t gag in his dreams. Then again, there was still probably a lot of materia to pick up around the place.
Then there was something about someone picking on their own size.
Hm?
Ren cast a glance where the voice had come from, finding that the shinobi had cleared most if not all of the room. The taunt was directed at the thaumaturge, and rather not the dragoon. Well, if she was going to finish him off like the little man’s buyers, then Ren wasn’t going to find out where the rest of that shiny Gil was hiding. That wasn’t a very good resolution to this predicament, at least not where Ren’s pockets were concerned. Things were going her way for once, an opportunity at a decent score, no stirrings of the wyrm since she had shown up in this crazy town, and there had been free shade from the heat. It was a little unfair that she didn’t get something out of this. The idea of coming out empty handed brought a frown to her face, as she picked up a vegetable by her boot to give it a good bounce in the palm of her hand. White onion, plump, juicy, very smelly when applied correctly.
A momentary but, devious smile crept over the dragoon’s face.
Ren would throw the smelly onion at the back of Yuffie’s head to get the shinobi’s attention.
”Yuffie can try to pick on Ren if loud one likes the thought.”
A vault and a flip to put herself between the short and shorter one. The Miqo’te would offer a smirk of confidence before a shrug as she turned to look on the little mage. A forceful toe of the boot to the squirmy one’s ribs, a protesting grunt and bite of the lower lip to compliment her action. ”Of course then stupid one here get away, then Great Ninja never find all the shiny gil they hides in secret place.” Another kick to the ribs, this time a little harder to pry a shout from those lungs. Ah, so he wasn’t sleeping or dead, that was good. Ren would offer the pathetic man a bit of a scoff as she turned to Yuffie with a shrug and that same air of arrogance as before.
”Well what say thee? Is it Grand Reasonable Ninja or not?”
Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Sept 11, 2021 14:31:01 GMT -6
"Get ready , ZEPHRON, for YUFFIE!"
The Great Ninja Yuffie!
Yuffie's well honed ninja senses warned her of the incoming onion via a complex, well trained set of nerve endings that delivered the message to her brain which stated; 'you've just been hit in the head with an onion'. "Owww!" she said, rubbing the back of her head. Well, she'd never said her well honed ninja senses warned her BEFORE it hit her head, did she? She turned around, offended, and looked at the dragoon. "Hey! What's the deal!? I thought you were on my side!" she protested. "Can't you see I was about to have an awesome magic showdown with this guy!?" she complained, gesturing in the direction of the diminutive wizard, who was using this as an opportunity to flee.
The Dragoon seemed to be challenging her to a fight. She turned, slightly aghast, annoyed, but with a smirk crossing her face. Oh, this Dragoon wanted to fight, did she? Ohhh, Yuffie would show her! Nobody challenged the Great Ninja Yuffie to a fight and got to get away! She grinned, even as the Dragoon, Ren, it seemed, lay down her gauntlet. They COULD fight, but doing so would mean the other thugs got away, along with their secret stash of gil.
Sounded logical, right?
Yeah, well, LOGIC was no match for YUFFIE! "Oh, I'll take you on! I'll KICK YOUR BUTT!" she said, throwing several quick jabs to show that she was ready to fight. "An' you've made one miscalcu- miscalc-u.... mis... take!" she grinned. "'cause all I gotta do is kick your butt before they get outta here safely, right? I can do that! I'm the Great Ninja Yuffie! I can beat anyone!" she said confidently, flipping her shuriken down to her hand and taking her fighting stance. "Alright, Furball! Let's go! Time to take you to town, YUFFIE-style! Didn't wanna hafta split the treasure with you, anyway!" After all, that was the rule of fighting together, right? You split the spoils.
Or, well, Cloud shared it out. Which MIGHT also have lent to her plan to steal all of the party's materia. Okay, so she felt guilty about that now, but hey, Cloud should have let HER have the cool summon materia first! So in a WAY it was his own fault, right?
Yuffie moved in quickly, tossing her shuriken at the dragoon, the wizard behind her forgotten for her new target. She flipped in the air as she did so, moving to catch it as it returned to her hand as the Bolt materia inside began to crackle, electricity snaking around her hand. "Any time you wanna surrender, jus' say the word!" she beamed, throwing a lightning bolt out at the Dragoon.
