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[midgarangel]

Who: Aerith and Edward
What: Fighting to the pain! For what they hold most dear.
When: Round 3 of the Tournament
Where: The ring?
Summary: Aerith and Edward fight, both desperate to keep what is theirs so they don't lose it forever.
Rating: PG
Open: No

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[very_insightful]

Edward could feel it. The next person he would have to murder

[midgarangel]

Aerith looked back, the thought of making sure she survived to be with Zack occupying her mind. Zack, I promise I will not fail you, she thought. The cold look that Edward was giving her didn't phase her. Aerith had grown up in the slums, had grown up being teased and given looks that in her opinion far surpassed the one Edward was giving her now.

[very_insightful]

Edward continued to stare back at Aerith, letting her thoughts flow through him, his hands clenching to make tight fists. After another moment of silence, he sprang, his destination a point behind Aerith with equal distance between them as before. A normal human would just barely be able to see such movement. He was testing her abilities.

At least that was what he told himself. He was actually stalling. He didn't want to kill this girl.

[midgarangel]

Aerith gasped, whirling around trying to find Edward when she realized he wasn't in front of her anymore. Gripping her staff tightly, she kept the stone look on her face, trying not to show her surprise. He's good, she thought, realizing even now that she probably wouldn't win. But that doesn't mean I won't fight for what is mine, she raced towards him, not even thinking about what she was planning to do, and let out a loud battle cry, swinging her staff at him.