DID THEY KILL THEM ? THEY KILLED THEM - YES , THEY KILLED THEM ALL ! OH GREAT HEAVENS , LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT SWORD . HE USED THAT ? YES , TO KILL THE BEASTS ! HE MADE IT LOOK SO EASY , THAT MAN WITH THE IRON FIST . AND HIM , TOO , THE MAN IN THE BLACK CAPE ( ... ) HE LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL . OH HE MUST BE AN ANGEL !
knights belonging to the city litter the cobble , joining the piles of carcasses and entrails spilled from the bodies of saurian beasts . contorted shapes of men lie face down , strewn and stepped over , their families nowhere , their death’s disfavored for the celebration of the pair who stood at the center of the slaughter .
a homely pock - faced woman with holes in her teeth took guts bicep in two hands , squeezing it firmly . a surge of annoyance came over him , and he watched on as another attempted to run fingers through sephiroth’s hair . he fought the urge to backhand the woman as her weight began to hang off of him .
suddenly the crowd parted . the women fell away , a boy was collected by his mother , the soldiers eyes lowered in shame . they slank dejectedly to the outskirts , collecting the pieces left of their men in wagons - an arm here , a leg there . a decollated head .
from the throng a man’s voice called out over - head , approaching on horseback . he was ornately dressed , robes of crimson silk hanging off of him , his armor scant , his stout , braided horse ostensibly slow . the man’s features were screwed up and small , resembling a rats . “ MEN , THE CITY OF LYSTONIA WELCOMES YOU ! ” in his right hand he carried a scimitar , its handle embellished with gold , the blade of which appeared to never have brushed bone . it’s all an act to them .
“ I AM THE KING OF LYSTONIA ” he continued , re - sheathing the scimitar that had apparently exhausted its use . “ and the skill you pair possess puts my men to shame . i have heard of mercenaries in the area , but it would be foolish of me to compare you to bribes . ” at this , guts began to tune out . his ears were still ringing from a fresh blow to the back of the head , and he could hardly focus on much other than his back , which ached terribly from where it had dug a pit out of the side of a tree . he looked once again to sephiroth , who seemed remarkably unscathed .
“ we shall celebrate your arrival tonight . my men will show you to the gates . i’m afraid i can’t allow you to decline . ” / @kyuseshu
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