1-1... fighting the proudclad?trueheroesJune 3 2011, 01:06:01 UTC
[ Snow can't back down.
It's one of his greatest flaws, of course, the reckless determination to combat the odds. Snow is a survivor, a protector, and most of all, a determinator. No wall can't be punched through, no blow can knock him down.
But Rosch is relentless. A Sentinel he may have been, but things were beginning to look grim. His vision was dark, and his breath came in short gasps. He knew his face must have been pale as hell, sweat running down his brow.
He glanced over toward Fang, realizing that any sign of weakness, any chance he thought about the idea of defeat-- that was defeat. It was abandoning Serah. He slumped to his knees, Hope's buffs absorbing enough damage for him to grip her arm. She wasn't a lifeline, but rather, she may have been the last person he spoke to before he collapsed.
And if he fell, would he wake up again? ]
Rosch won't... won't listen. It's... I don't know what's gonna happen to me, Fang.
[There's blood dripping down the side of one of Fang's arms, her breath comes in sharp, pained gasps, but her grip on her spear is steady, her eyes sharp and focused. She's fought worse than this in her day, and she'll be damned if a giant tincan is going to deter her from her goal. They've gotten this far, and she's not dying yet. None of them are.
She keeps her eyes on the machine, but she bites out a response to Snow.] Listen. I know you think these Cocoon folk are gonna pay attention to you, but to them, we're l'Cie. That's all we are, all we're ever gonna be, far as they're concerned.
He won't listen? Tough! We make him listen, or we cut him down! You're not going anywhere, understand? We're in this together.
[ Retaliatory Strikes don't pull their punches, it's clear.
Rosch means to stop the l'Cie cold, and he knows his pride as a soldier of the Sanctum is on the line. ]
Rosch doesn't have to do this... he's... damn it, we're fighting the same enemy!!
[ Snow shouts at the sky, before lifting eyes of rage straight toward the oni-mask that sits atop the Proudclad. No... it wouldn't end here.
If there was really no other way-- he'd need to do it now, hit Rosch hard. ]
Fang-- Tell Light to help Stagger the machine! I'm going all out--
[ The mark on his wrist burns brightly, and he lets out a bellow of frustration, leaping toward the damn thing as Rosch shouts in dismay. The machine's gone dead in its Stagger, but Snow knows that's only temporary. ]
SOVEREIGN FIST!
[ with unstoppable power, he's crashing down, strikes the hull, dents right into it like a blazing meteor. Proudclad begins to smoke, it's clear the machine's had enough l'Cie power today- and Rosch begins to call for a tactical retreat. Snow collapses on his side, rasping
( ... )
[After the attack, after the dust settles, Fang leans more heavily against her spear. The healing spells being thrown her way have begun to heal some of her larger injuries, the skin knitting together under the power of the magic. But she's tired, physically and mentally.
She glances over to Snow, and huffs. Makes a slight movement and winces.] It's not that easy, hero. Never has been. [She sighs.] We won, for now. That'll have to do in the meanwhile.
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It's one of his greatest flaws, of course, the reckless determination to combat the odds. Snow is a survivor, a protector, and most of all, a determinator. No wall can't be punched through, no blow can knock him down.
But Rosch is relentless. A Sentinel he may have been, but things were beginning to look grim. His vision was dark, and his breath came in short gasps. He knew his face must have been pale as hell, sweat running down his brow.
He glanced over toward Fang, realizing that any sign of weakness, any chance he thought about the idea of defeat-- that was defeat. It was abandoning Serah. He slumped to his knees, Hope's buffs absorbing enough damage for him to grip her arm. She wasn't a lifeline, but rather, she may have been the last person he spoke to before he collapsed.
And if he fell, would he wake up again? ]
Rosch won't... won't listen. It's... I don't know what's gonna happen to me, Fang.
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She keeps her eyes on the machine, but she bites out a response to Snow.] Listen. I know you think these Cocoon folk are gonna pay attention to you, but to them, we're l'Cie. That's all we are, all we're ever gonna be, far as they're concerned.
He won't listen? Tough! We make him listen, or we cut him down! You're not going anywhere, understand? We're in this together.
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Rosch means to stop the l'Cie cold, and he knows his pride as a soldier of the Sanctum is on the line. ]
Rosch doesn't have to do this... he's... damn it, we're fighting the same enemy!!
[ Snow shouts at the sky, before lifting eyes of rage straight toward the oni-mask that sits atop the Proudclad. No... it wouldn't end here.
If there was really no other way-- he'd need to do it now, hit Rosch hard. ]
Fang-- Tell Light to help Stagger the machine! I'm going all out--
[ The mark on his wrist burns brightly, and he lets out a bellow of frustration, leaping toward the damn thing as Rosch shouts in dismay. The machine's gone dead in its Stagger, but Snow knows that's only temporary. ]
SOVEREIGN FIST!
[ with unstoppable power, he's crashing down, strikes the hull, dents right into it like a blazing meteor. Proudclad begins to smoke, it's clear the machine's had enough l'Cie power today- and Rosch begins to call for a tactical retreat. Snow collapses on his side, rasping ( ... )
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She glances over to Snow, and huffs. Makes a slight movement and winces.] It's not that easy, hero. Never has been. [She sighs.] We won, for now. That'll have to do in the meanwhile.
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The world's all going to Hell. It shouldn't have to turn out this way. Damn it, I thought l'Cie were the good guys!
We ain't crooks, but we've been doing their dirty work, and now it's all screwed up!!
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