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Conquestum Paradisi

Conquestum Paradisi

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What: Closing Arena Ceremonies, Part 2
Where: Aries Arena & Televised
Summary: 1/24/10AC
Warnings: This could get serious...but who knows.

Finally it was time for the mayor, Kazuki Sakahagi, to speak up. Not even an thirty minutes left to the celebrations, but seeing him go appeared to be lighting up a spark in the citizens. It wasn't too hard to see why; his enthusiastic grin and way of walking could easily melt anyone's worry away.

He walked to the center stage as cheering broke out, two men in black and Junko Tanako behind him.

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There were people rushing the stage and people trying to evacuate the citizens and the people on the stage were beyond help, that left Locke with any Anoli that decided to hang around. What he didn't expect was to catch sight of the coward who shot a man point-blank while not even facing him.

In a flash, the treasure hunter had his twin daggers out as Phoenix rose up behind him in fiery anger. The two began to close the distance between themselves and the masked man, hoping to catch his attention before he tried to escape.

"Hey, coward, care to dance with someone face-to-face or is that too much for ya?"

"You're fast, aren'tcha?"

Worry not, he had no intentions of escaping if the hunter was going to start a fight. Spades reached towards his belt and pulled a saber out from a sheath hidden by his trenchcoat, leveling it towards Locke.

"You'd call me a coward then?" There's a taunting tone to his voice, and he doesn't just wait for Locke to approach; he lunges, swinging the saber in a wide arc towards his opponent.

Light on his feet as he was, Locke dodged back and used his momentum to serge forward again, aiming to plunge his daggers into the man's side.

"You are a coward! You shot a guy while his back was to ya, he didn't even have a chance!"

He had to get a hit, at least one! For the dead if not for himself. At least the man didn't seem like he was going to run from him.

Sorry, Locke. But you forgot about the little girl trailing along behind Spades.

Hitsuji is between Locke and Spades in a flash, elegant white wands held up to block the daggers from reaching their destination. Beneath her small red mask her eyes begin to glow, and she sends a physic shove to send Locke stumbling a few feet back. Definitely tame compared to what she can do, but she wasn't supposed to cause death if she couldn't help it.

Hitsuji intervention gets a chuckle of joy from Spades.

"Sure he had his chance! You saw 'im lunge at Gemini like the gob he was."

He sliced the air in front of him as he stepped to Hitsuji's side just slightly, only so he could see Locke more clearly as he leveled the sword at him again.

"For example, if we cut you up, that wouldn't be cowardice. You jumped first."

He fell back, glaring up at the woman who'd suddenly appeared. Yeah, he had forgotten about her, caught up as he was in his anger. Apparently she had some sort of magic to boot.

He gained enough sense to pause and regain his footing, glaring between the two of them.

"If you can cut me up, then you're right, but that doesn't excuse what you did; that wasn't your fight, but this one is!"

As quickly as he could, he muttered through the words for a firaga spell that shot from his body and aimed right for two Anoli. He dashed forward again, hoping to get a hit in through the distraction of the spell.

The fire absorbs straight into the girls body, face glowing with renewed energy and vigor. Sorry man, that's as good as a healing spell as far as her equipped Persona was concerned.

She points one of her wands straight at Locke and fires a strobe colored magical shot towards one of the less vital points of his body, attempting to hold to their decision not to cause any deaths.

Man did he love all these fire spells.

"He attacked an Anoli!" Spades chimed, teleporting away from the fireball and behind Locke, swinging the saber guard of the saber around to knock Locke in the side of his head.

"That's as good as attacking all of us."

That was disappointing, especially since it had taken such a huge chunk out of his strength just to fire it. He wasn't so weak, though, that he couldn't put up a quick barrier to deflect the spell. He wouldn't be able to do that forever.

He was so focused on the girl he didn't realize the masked man was behind him until it was too late. Before he could even turn there was a sharp pain to the side of his head that caused him to cry out and crumple to his knees.

The great firebird over head screeched and dove down, attempting to perform Mirage Dive now that it could, in an effort to defend the man currently trying to stop the ringing in his ears.

"That means we don't have to hold back, right?"

She can't help but laugh, whole body shaking with excited adrenaline. Never had she ever felt more accepted and liked than when she joined with these people, and you're damn well sure she would protect them ~~especially a certain two~~ to the end.

Hitsuji flies into the air to hover between Spades and the firebird, hand reaching out to rip a chunk of the concrete out from under Locke (hopefully with some damage to him as well) to throw straight at the monster. She wasn't afraid of this thing even a little.

"You got it, sister." Even though his face was covered, you could just feel the smug grin radiating from his face.

Histuji had the firebird plenty occupied, so Locke wouldn't see any reprise like that. Spades turned and swung his legs around, kicking Locke square in the back with the full fore of a roundhouse kick.

The next word out of his mouth are laced with all the poison you'd expect from a man who'd just murdered in cold blood.

"In fact, holding back would be cowardice."

He moved the moment he saw the concrete but it still sliced up his cheek and arm. To make matters worse, he moved in the wrong direction. The kick landed and sent him sprawling forward, rolling to a stop a few feet away.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go...this was supposed to be different. Kefka's maniacal grin as he'd burned the treasure hunter alive, that faceless creature with it's tentacle arms showing Locke exactly how weak he truly was, the feeling of that clawed hand tearing through his stomach...those were his failures. All that time he'd spent in Bete was supposed to have made him stronger than that!

Locke coughed, trying to regain his breath enough for one more spell, this was his last shot. He pulled himself upright and raised a hand, unleashing one of the strongest spells he had. Holy illuminated the area as pure white light burst towards it's target.

But that was it for Locke, the spell took too much out of him and his arm couldn't hold his weight anymore. Phoenix dissipated along with the treasure hunter's strength, leaving him defenseless. Holy was his only shot.

As soon as the creature disappears, she immediately turns to see how her partner in crime was faring. Eyes widening, her arm shoots out to encompass Spades with glowing light, pulling him into the air and away to the side to try and avoid having the attack connect. While she doubted it would be strong enough to leave any bad damage, she still didn't want him to get hurt if she could help it. She herself lands to the ground, aiming a kick to Locke's side with a small growl.

"Hey!"

Spades leaned with the momentum to avoid the attack through an arm up to cover his face-- though that was likely half out of reflex from the blinding light.

He wasn't able to avoid all the damage, but outwardly, it seemed all that had accomplished was singing his coat.

When the attack dissipated, he joined Hitsuji on the ground. "Looks like he's down for the count," He commented, kneeling down next to Locke and lifting him up by the pack of his shirt.

"Dirty tricks? Now who's the coward?"

Locke barely acknowledged the kick besides curling in on himself- though he vaguely feared for the state of his ribs.

He winced when the man pulled him up and he did his best to send as scathing a glare as he could.

"Sometimes you have to be tricky...to beat a trickster.." In a futile attempt to try and land an actual hit, Locke brought his fist up and aimed to punch right in the asshole's jaw. He wasn't brawny like Sabin or Edgar, but he wasn't just going to give up, not while he could still move.

Hitsuji grabs his fist as it comes flying, a rather weak blow after all the energy Locke had just wasted fighting them but still sending her back a few steps with the momentum. She twists his arm with no remorse, bringing it around to his back with a heavy grip. If she pops it out of its socket or perhaps even breaks a bone with her merciless grip, she could really care less.

Spades lets out a chuckle of amusement, though it's far too malevolent for normal, civil conversation. He releases his grip on the back of Locke's shirt and stood up, since Hitsuji seemed to have a pretty firm hold on the situation.

"Pop his arm and let's get outta here; he's not gonna be followin'."

Locke tried to struggle, but her grip was strong and he barely had enough strength to sit up, much less shake her off.
This was really going to hurt...but he didn't regret trying.

"If you're gonna do it just get on with it." He grit his teeth and closed his eyes.

"Pleased to."

She digs one heel into the small of his back for support and tugs hard on his arm, expression glowing with sick glee at the gross popping sound it produces. Hitsuji shoves him forward hard when she's done, not caring where he lands.

"Lead the way!"

"Glad to see you're cooperative at least!" He said almost cheerfully, with a small chuckle to match.

"Nice meetin' ya, Captain." He brought two fingers to the side of his forehead in a half-salute, half-waving the near-crippled man goodbye. With a quick wave of his hand he motioned for Hitsuji to follow, and picked up his feet as he ran off.

Locke tried to keep from making a sound, hoping the fact he knew it was coming would help, but he wasn't able to keep from crying out. It felt like someone had shoved broken glass into his shoulder and he barely even recognized that he'd been thrown to the ground except for the increase in pain.

Even after they were gone, their voices still rung in his mind, taunting him and the fact he'd failed again. Desperately, he wanted to chase after them...but he could barely sit up between the pain and exhaustion, much less walk. He'd completely screwed up.

Really, she had no idea of how long she'd been going. Just keeping going, that's what Selphie was good at. She'd been running through all the commotion, stopping to offer help and healing whenever needed. But she wasn't free from injury either, her face, arms, and legs covered in scratches, and she knew her body would soon develop bruises.

Right now, Selphie was far from thinking about herself. Just ahead of her she spotted a collapsed body shape but, as she got closer, it looked more and more like Locke, and she rushed herself over to the shape, just wanting to see it move or, better still, prove to be someone else.

After laying there for what felt like forever, his frustration outweighed his exhaustion and he started to push himself up with his good arm. Every movement felt like another shard of glass being shoved into his shoulder, but he finally got to his knees.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and turned his face to see Selphie, rushing towards him, scratched and clearly still fighting. It sent both relief and a pang of guilt through him; where was his strength in the face of hers? He'd hoped she wouldn't see him like this.

Selphie fell upon him in an instant, wanting just to squeeze him tight in her arms, but he just looked so broken. Selphie shook as she kneeled beside him, her eyes travelling all over his body, registering so much pain on him. “Oh Locke...“

Carefully her wide eyes met his, tears rapidly forming there. “Where are you hurt most...? Lie down, I‘ll help you.“ She couldn‘t look at him anymore, not if she had to keep calm to heal him.

He still couldn't look at her. He focused on her arm closest to him and concentrated hard to pull together what he'd regained since that Holy spell. A faint, green, light cast from his hand to her arm, but it faded after healing only a few of the scratches.

"They dislocated my shoulder. Ribs might be cracked." He didn't really know, all he knew was that everything hurt and he wanted to comfort the woman beside him.

He reached up to brush her cheek, only glancing at her to do so. "Hey...don't cry. No need for that." His body would heal.

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