The Fiend Or The Warrior? (Open)

[Fayt Tiberius Darkwind]

After the awe inspiring meeting with Cloud followed by the equally humiliating defeat by his hands he was on the road again. Fayt said he would meet him again soon but he wished to travel a bit and earn a bit of cash. He wanted to buy a few items, he was a guy who like too support himself, even when he was a boy he was fiercely independent, even though by most people’s standard he was still a child at sixteen. Yes he was just a teenager but he was strong willed and even more stubborn, that is what gave him his edge in a fight.

He was walking down the Mi’ihen Highroad, on his way to Rin’s travel agency to see if he had any work for a strong young man such as himself. He was not far off the way from Luca which he had met one of the greatest fighters in Spira. He would be as good as him one day, which is what he would work for until he started to work for his dream to be better or as good as his hero, Sir Tidus. All of a sudden he heard screams and the word fiend. He growled and ran toward the sound of the woman screaming and what he found made his blood turn cold, a group of dead bodies and in the centre of them was a Dual Horn. He had faced small fiends since then, but this was his toughest fight to date.

He did something that was unexpected, he put away his sword. He then tensed his body and called out for the beast. The dual horn charged and so to Fayt, they then met head on but Fayt caught the thing by the horns. He held the charging fiend in place, but even with Fayt’s amazing strength he was losing ground slowly. He shouted out for the people to get out of there as he started to push back. The Dual Horn and Fayt almost seemed evenly matched in strength, but who would wear out first the fiend or the warrior?

[Xenneth Hikari]

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"Make a big smile; even if it hurts."

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It was unthinkable…

As the boy’s feet had padded along the Highroads, he felt as if he had felt a revelation. Regardless of the previous events years ago, he had felt as if a miracle had actually happened which was a once in a life time thing. Prayer was a very effective thing, and knowing this, he felt as if there was more than just simple “foolishness” in his words that he had said long ago. It was for that very reason that he sat out on his quest til’ current day.

“Praise be to Yevon!”

Of course he had said that to many people on his journey. Many frowned, a lot of others typically just returned his gesture with shallow smiles. The religion and prayer of Yevon was not strong as it usually should be, and who could blame people? Xenneth himself honestly felt hesitant to say the words, but in the end, he could not abandon the person he was: the gentle spirit that felt that prayer connected people as if it was a life line in bonds. This was never the be underestimated, and very much gave him his strength.

“Praise be to Yevon!”

His voice lifted with his spirits as he continued down the Highroads. He was far from Bevelle, and it made him more of in his comfort zone than usual. Being around endless number of Priests made him feel inadequate since their beliefs conflicted so. Xenneth was not one to believe in that of the religion anymore, but he greatly appreciated the way it connected with others. Even despite his hesitation, he was sworn as to be a priest with a quick offer he had to refuse. If was down right insulting seeing it was most likely because of the state of chaos the monastery.

They were only fortunate he was oblivious to realize this.

“Praise be to Yevon!”

He had chanted with his voice as if it was a song to the passing figures who had stopped only to bow to him as if he was a “true” religious figure. He felt mostly conflicted that he had such an honor. He was not really one he could be referred to as “respectable.” He was very naïve in his bliss, and mostly conflicted with every little lack of confidence since he was not one to lead to fighting. Peaceful settlements were usually more of his forte than anything else, but the world was continuously a chaotic place. Still he could manage to smile, despite truth and sing…

“Praise be to-”

His chants cut short, and his eyes going to the distance. He could see many people straying past him as he was quite confused and confounded at exactly what was happening. Of course, as natural, he would be curious and be quick to investigate. The young man priest could not work up the words to call to the passing locals as they ran from the area, and he could only lift a finger with a clueless expression on his face that otherwise told him he was ignorant of the powerful tussle that was happening right before his eyes.

“…Y-Yevon?”

His eyes had been opened fully, but at the same time, his mind seemed closed and lost in its usual “good mood.” He was drowning in it, unable to completely register the warrior before his eyes that was in need of assistance. Before long, he had gasped realizing this and quickly ran as quickly as his baggy clothing would allow as he reached his hands to his upper thighs and quickly scurried to the scene where the man was holding off the “Dual Horn” beast that seemed like a powerful fiend. The young boy’s sapphire eyes were locked upon a tussle, and at the same time his mouth was slightly opened speechless at the display of strength. He was not sure to compliment the man’s strength, or was he to quickly assist, but either way, it came out horribly as the young violet haired Priest-In-Training spoke.

“Uh…umm…” he began brokenly, “E-excuse me…sir? You seem like you‘re…in a bind of some sort and need assistance. P-perhaps, you need a hand?” the young delicate form of the feministic looking boy had shifted asking the question.

The obvious, it was easy to state, but often difficult to comprehend for his simplistic mind.

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::OOC Notes::
Now Listening To: “Dream of Butterfly” from SMT: Persona Album
IC Attire: Yevon Priest Attire
Chatty Ditz: Sorry it took so long! I‘ve been very busy! T_T[/size]

[Fayt Tiberius Darkwind]

Fayt was grunting, and losing a lot of energy in the tussle. The only reason why he had not finished was to get the people out of the way. They were all but gone, but then came a priest by his attire. He caught him from the corner of his eye, but his main vision was locked onto the Duel Horn. The priest asked if Fayt needed his assistance. He chuckled through his grunting. That was quite amusing, he did not need help, he could take care of this fiend himself. Like I said before the only reason why he had not finished it off sooner was because of the people,

“No… thank… YOU!!!”

As he spoke he changed his hand positioning into a lifting grip. Oh god he was going to try and lift the damn thing. He started to lift on the last word the beast was heavy, no doubt about that. Fayt lifted the fiend into a vertical stance and dropped in onto its head, driving it into the ground. With a fluid motion he stepped back and drew his sword. Taking it into both hands he put what remaining strength he had and swung the blade, the sword screaming through the air and it made contact with the Duel Horn’s neck, slicing straight through. In the same motion as he cut off the beast head the moved and sheathed his sword. He looked at the priest and smiled, absolutely exhausted,

“Sorry about that, needed to get the people out of harms way before taking care of the thing.”