Indignation

"He vanished, and left me appalled; for I knew, and realized, that all he had said was true." 

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Carnage Scissors | Cecil and Squall

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  Squall’s nimble fingers coiled around his gunblade’s hilt as he quickly stepped back. Trying to get an early read on his opponent from his previous battle, the loose cannon squinted his eyes without desperation. There was no hesitation in his actions. His boots scuffed against the dirt as he jumped back. His blade swung upright, clashing explosively with the knight’s blade. Metal on metal, though slick and fluid like water.. 

The warrior’s teal eyes stared ahead, watching his hand movement rather than the other man’s eyes. It helped him focus much better, he concluded.

(… He’s trying to force me into one of the ditches. With an assault like that, I’d do much better dodging than deflecting. Have to make my distance, and get a real read on him.)

Squall thought in analysis, before stepping back once more and jumping over the small crease in the dirt. He turned his head and noticed his opponent. Figuring he was to follow, Squall flicked his hand backwards while running, producing a quick flash of ice with the spell, Blizzard. He stopped after a cloud of icy fog wrapped around the air, until seeing his opponent come running out of the dust. 

(… Good defense, though he’s not attacking me with everything he’s got. If I can take the brunt of his punishment, and wait it out without wasting my energy, I can take him down. Though, I have to assume he’s thinking the same way as me.. In that case, I can rush him down.. However, if I do that- he’ll knock me off of my feet and I’ll lose balance. I can’t be shaky. I have to go in there.. and take him down.)

He thought in a quick, swift and dexterous decision, his feet taking him forward to match his opponent. Squall weaved quickly to the right, moving downwards as well, just to make sure he would successfully dodge an attack, before gripping his gunblade with one hand and lifting it quickly with a flick of his wrist. It arced over his head and came in a full rotation, coming back upwards under his arm to attack his opponent twice. Pulling the trigger on what felt like impact, a small “explosion" was sent through the quick vibration of his ever-moving blade’s barrel. "..Hup! Hyah!" 

Hoping the small attack would catch his opponent off guard, he thrust his blade forward with another pull of the trigger and mini-explosion. He rained his attack down on his enemy quickly, however- he knew if his opponent blocked this, he’d be temporarily off-guard. If the attack hit the enemy, he would stumble off the ground and stay in the air with the repeated onslaught of his vibrating blade. It would send Cecil flying through the air.

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Distress welled within the forlorn Knight, augmented with every spark sired from the girth of his blade. The shrieks of passed kinder rang out with their collisions, distorting every meeting into a masterful symphony of destruction. At the pinnacle of pressure, the stranger leaped back, nimbly avoiding the scarred earth in which Cecil so hoped to doom him. Though their swords clashed for mere seconds, the Knight felt as though he had experienced the barraged of one-hundred blows. It was beyond strength, and speed. This man.. This soldier.. He is unlike the others.

Cecil stood his ground, and awaited his opponents next volley. Taking the mans dexterity into account, matched with the pit between them, pursuing would be foolish.   Instead of another pysical assault, the stranger chose to abandon the beaten path. Merciless ice ricocheted off of Cecil's left pauldron, raking his nerves with a chilling sensation. Impatience replaced his anxiety, tempting the fires of war within him. Cecil shrugged off the impending darkness, and vaulted through the mist.  He's nimble and quick, while maintaining the ability to unleash astounding force behind his attacks. Half-assed attacks will not suffice... Not against focus such as this. 

By the time Cecil had cleared the pit, his enemy had already vaulted to the right, which landed him under the Knights left flank. Cecil thought back to a time when a sturdy shield rested on his left wrist, and would be able to counteract tactics such as this. Alas, he had abandoned said defenses along time ago. Whether it was for enhanced maneuverability, or out of negligence for his own shameful life, Cecil did not know. Nor did he care.  The stranger leaped with the ferocity of a lion, bringing down the judgment of heaven down with his strike. His blade slide perfectly into the gap between Cecil's pauldron and collar plate. The Knight's body was forced into a kneel of submission, by both the crushing and bleeding force of the blow. Before a counterattack could be issued, the stranger continued his  round-the-world rotation, and swatted Cecil away with an unknown blast. Cecil quickly stood to his feet, his soul churning with both madness and lucidity. Black tendrils slithered from the gaps in his armor, and covered the pieces broken by his opponents recent combo. A waterfall of life poured from Cecil's open wound, as if fleeing from the miasma that infected his body. Strands of glowing white hair reached out as the only reminder of Cecil's humanity.  "Darkness!!" He cried in an unrecognizable hoarse tone, before plunging his blade into Mother Earth's bosom. Cecil then wrenched it from the ground, continuing the motion into a crescent slash. From the edge of his merciless blade formed a wave of obsidian energy, which came to life and flooded towards the stranger.

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Carnage Scissors | Cecil and Squall

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  It all looked like a mess. An unorganized, sloppy, junky mess. How on Earth could anyone call this organized? Man after man, people fell. As Squall merely spectated, the spells that missed howled right on by, almost scorching his face with a Fira spell in the crossfire. He ducked, and clenched his jaw tightly. The wall behind him was completely singed. The instructor shouted at the top of his lungs- Squall, finding it rather amusing to be honest. 

The lion hoisted his gunblade to his shoulder, glancing at one person in particular. He was clad in black armor from head to toe, and he could see a reflection of iridescent purple shine back at him. The way that he took down his opponents made it seem like he was doing this off instinct, not paying attention. But it was graceful, attentive- and it was a pleasure to watch. Most of these idiots lacked dignity. How could any one of them refine their qualities? Sometimes he wondered why he had been chosen to join the Army. Sometimes he thought of it as an insult.

(…This is stupid.) 

Squall thought to himself, until the instructor shouted out again. That meant it was his turn. However, he noticed when he shouted- there were no more circles. The rookies had stepped out of the ring, and let the pros combat eachother.

His teal eyes centered on the knight before him, focusing and standing still- casual. He almost looked unready, but the whole stance was merely a ploy. It was a trick. 

(…So it’s me and you..) 

"…I’d hurry up. The line’s getting rowdy." Squall addressed after a few minutes of silence, waiting for his opponent to make the first move. Whatever it was, he knew he’d be ready. 

"Your move," he said, with an almost cocky tone to his words. He was confident in his abilities. Studying and analyzing his opponent before the fight was always the best thing to do, and that’s exactly what he did. Though, he knew fighting him would be a completely different story.

He was waiting for what the near-future would be unfolding for him.

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Cecil shifted his attention from the field instructor to his next opponent. It didn't take long to notice the substantial difference in the strangers eyes, compared to his previous partners. Confidence and intelligence strived where fear and doubt normally dwelled. Seeds of intrigue planted themselves within the dark depths of Cecil's soul, tempting his efforts to remain aloof.  ".............." Despite his preference to receive the first blow than to send it, Cecil abode by his opponents wishes, and gripped the hilt of his blade with both hands. A horrible taste plagued his mouth, which would only fade with the suppression of unforgotten horrors.Before striking, Cecil made a quick overview of how the fight could turn out in his head. His side is filled with pot holes, and rifts due to my previous opponents digging their heels in unnecessarily deep. He seems quick.. I'll pressure him into falling and call it a day. Satisfied with his loose plan, Cecil tensed his knees and drew his right elbow back. In one swift motion, the Dark Knight aimed a strong diagonal swing at the stranger, his blade trailing from his opponents right hip to left shoulder. 

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Carnage Scissors | Cecil and Squall

Billowing columns of smoke saturated the air around Oerba's training field. Minor spells flew every which way, often hitting unintended targets, or colliding with the ravaged earth below. Scars were permanently etched into the training grounds, due to both a lack of keeping, and an excess of use. Despite the seemingly sparatic spell casting, and chaotic fighting, there was indeed a structure. There were two rings of soldiers, one was much smaller and was located within the large circle. On the outside stood approximately 30 men, while the inner circle contained around half as much. Upon command, every soldier in the smaller circle would stop fighting with their designated partner, and shift to their left, and assume their new partner. Soldiers on the outer circle remained stationary, until the command to fight was given. Due to the larger amount of soldiers on the outer ring, contestants from either ring were allowed a break every other fight, while someone else stood in for them.  ".............."

Cecil glanced down at his training partner. It hadn't taken long for him to submit, and take a knee, leaving the Dark Knight with ample time to catch his breath. Aside from a few considerably seasoned men, most of the soldiers here appeared young and stupid. Halfway through the exercise, many would abandon their form and simply swing their sword around madly. It didn't really bother the Knight, but it was clear who to avoid when given a mission. 

"Next!!!"

Hollered the training instructor, bringing an end to the clashing of steel on steel. Many of the combatants groaned and stepped out of the ring to take a breather, leaving only a few warriors left. Cecil exhaled, and waited for the next shrimp to step up,