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[rude]

"A World that does not fear me... yet"

It was not much of a travel, considering her use of time and magic it was not much of an effort to move between worlds. Of course this was only possible for since these Fal’Cie had corrupted the barrier in some way, making it much easier. Her mind did not dwell of the schematics of it for long however, she had no interest in them as long as she could use them at a whim. In any case, it was not long before the blue portal which surrounded her opened up to a new world. It was rather breezy in feel, the smell of sea water, sand, and people filled her nostrils. The sky was a lighted night, various ships flying overhead, and the sounds of laughter and banter echoed throughout the town. She heard the name Bodhum being used as a name for it. A fine place to begin. Ultimecia hovered herself as the portal opened about a dozen metres in the air. Slowly and gracefully the Sorceress lowered towards the beach, her feet gently resting on the cool sand. She could feel the grains between her toes; it briefly reminded her of Centra.

As Ultimecia touched upon the ground, a force of energy exploded from her person, the ground being thrust apart around her, the concrete in the distance cracking from pressure and the water near where she landed throwing waves out into the seas direction. Nothing more than a mere force of entry, she assumed. The Sorceress gazed around the beach with her golden eyes, leering over the people in the distance, it seemed her entrance had yet to be discovered, and perhaps she would tear this city to shreds in search of those whom threatened her power and rise to her place as God. These Fal’Cie were their gods, their makers, and their religion of this world? She was unsure of the specifics here but she was certain they were no pushovers.

“But walls I shall obliterate, their plans will not threaten my own” The graceful and beautiful deadly woman began her stride, each step causing the sand behind her to turn a dried black, and burning hot. Her lips curled into an arrogant smile, and her long grey hair flowed fluidly at her spine. As she entered the town centre, a pub not far off to her left, and people enjoying each others company she began to get noticed. Some seeing her as simply an excessive dresser, perhaps a performer, none new of a Sorceress? ‘Amusing… this world could be…’ She shook the thought from her mind, and slowly her arms raised, briefly dancing in front of her chest before magic began to twirl around her. She heard someone scream L’Cie towards her, but it was too late – a few moments later the town square went up in an explosion of fire.

Slowly the Sorceress strode out of the smoke, wreckage around her, the sounds of footsteps and shout bustling around her.
“Perhaps... this town will put up a bit of a fight after all? No matter, I will find this Fal’Cie.” The indication of soldiers as not far off

[Oerba Dia Vanille]

Hopeful Dreamer
Wishes can come true. But not if you just wait for miracles. Miracles are things we make for ourselves. Here, and now.

Cocoon was the LAST place Vanille wanted to be. It was enemy turf and she just felt so uncomfortable here. After her and Fang had left the ruins, Vanille decided to see if these vipers were really as dangerous as everyone said they were. Would they even recognize her as a Gran Pulse L'Cie? Vanille kept her active brand hidden under her skirt and bear sash, hopefully no one would notice.

Vanille acted as if she were a spy or something. Keeping away from people and keeping close to the walls. No one looked at her really, except for her outfit, which compared to these Cocoon people, was definately different. Maybe they thought she was from out of town or just some weird dresser? No one seemed to target her for an attack, so she figured, things would be alright for now. Vanille let her muscles relax and she let go of a breath she didn't realize she was holding as she blended into a small crowd of people in the Town's Center. Nothing seemed to be out of the norm for these people but that was until Vanille sniffed the air and caught a sent that even she knew. Smoke, flames, fire and the cries of a L'Cie...something was up.

Vanille looked around and the Town Square was in flames now. She heard soldiers making their way to the area to get to the core of the problem. Which was...another strang looking lady. And Vanille thought people would think SHE was the weird dresser. Not anymore. Vanille looked at the woman whom the Soliders were running at now. PISCOM scared Vanille, if they were to find her...a L'cie...and from Gran Pulse, she'd most likely be killed no questions about it.

Fal'Cie? What did this woman about the Fal'Cie? They were the reason Vanille and Fang were L'cie's. "She doesn't exactly look the friendly type..." Vanille whispered to herself as she walked out into the open avoiding any people and Soldiers as much as she could, her eyes locked on the strange, not friendly looking woman...just interested in what would happen next.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
”I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!”

Fang strode confidently through the streets of cocoon. Green eyes glanced around, almost whispering a challenge to anyone or anything that wanted to face off. She should be keeping a low profile, but she had to find Vanille once again. She knew Vanille could look out for herself, but still strands of worry crept into her. They were in Cocoon, enemy territory, if it was found out that Vanille was a l’cie they would try to kill her on the spot. At that they would attack her own self if they figured out that she was a l’cie. Her brand wasn’t easily hidden though, as it was on her shoulder, although being scorched it still looked like what it was, the cursed brand of a l’cie, slave to the fal’cie’s wishes.

When she had first been branded she could remember being angry, angry at the fal’cie for choosing her and Vanille to complete their focus. She wrinkled her nose up in anger, ,why couldn’t she remember anything about their previous focus!? It was irritating her that she couldn’t, it was like an empty page in her brain. So she wandered around trying to find her best friend, the only one that she could trust, the only one that, like her, was from Gran Pulse.

And then something reached her ears. Head twisted around as she heard shouts and the sound of an explosion rumbling in the distance. Immediately she thought it might be PSICOM after Vanille and cursed under her breath. She felt fear that her friend was in danger and took of sprinting in the direction the sounds had come from, her heart beating rapidly as she did so. Lance was secured behind her back as she ran. If it was PSICOM she would have a fight on her hands, so she had best be prepared, although as always she had a devil may care attititude. She didn’t care what happened to her…Vanille was all she cared about.

And then suddenly she skidded to a stop. In front of her were screaming people and the twisted burning wreckage of the buildings that had been there before. She couldn’t care less about the people that were there, they were the vipers from Cocoon, why should she care? And then she caught sight of what appeared to be the problem, a weird looking woman dressed outlandishly. Soldier’s would be here any second, that she was confident of, but taking another look at the woman she just raised her eyebrow, not catching sight of Vanille yet as she was on the other side of the burning mass. “What the hell?!”

[Fate Lingod]

Fate Lingod thought that this was going to be a normal night, besides the fact that he was in a brand new world. Little did he know that it was far from a normal night. He had left Sonuske so that he could nap and decided to explore. This place was amazing! It would have been perfect if not for the strange looks he drawn from Cocoon's people. His attire didn't look much different from the people here so they must have been staring at his weapons that were safely in their sheaths, strapped to his back. Still, Fate had a slight smile plastered across his face. Well, this is nice... Besides the stares... I can do without the stares. Oww, let's scare 'em by swing our blades 'round! Yeah, let's not. But if you be good we can pretend like we did.

As Fate continued down his path he notice that everyone had stopped staring at him. Their eyes had found another stranger. Fate was too far away now to get a good look, but he could tell it was a female by the body figure. Of course the boy thought nothing of it and continued on. It wasn't until someone screamed "L'Cie!" that Fate stopped to see what was going on. He looked on in awe as the female figure was now surrounded by this magic... What is going on... They were screams, screams and people running. Fate stumbled backwards as he continued to watch. But then there was silence and complete blackness.

After a moment Fate opened his eyes to find himself staring at the sky, a sky slowly being filled with smoke. The impact from the explosion sent the boy flying backwards and hitting the ground hard, pieces of debris falling onto him. Luckily, he was nowhere near the center of it or he may have not survived. He was in a slight daze as he pushed the debris off of him and sat up, trying to let his eyes focus. His head was ringing and his body was throbbing with pain. Finally, his eyes focus and he saw the carnage this witch had cause. Liquid, a warm liquid covered the left side of the boy's face. Reaching his right hand up to get a feel, he realized it was blood. A gash on the left side of his forehead right above his eyebrow. He ripped of his arm sleeve and applied pressure to the wound, hopefully to slow down the bleeding.

He looked to the side, seeing a boy who looked only a few years older, on the ground lifeless. A large glass shard was in the boy's chest. It wasn't the first time Fate had seen a dead body, but he never could get use to it. He worked himself to his feet and started to limp, nearly tripping over debris. The people who were lucky to survive were all running while some were moaning over their dead love ones. Why? Why would someone do this? Then Fate got a good look at the woman who caused all this. Someone had to stop her! But Fate could do nothing with the condition he was in. This world's military should be here soon, right? All he had to do was get her attention until the military arrived so that she couldn't hurt anyone else. He pressed forward, going after the women at his slow pace. Once he was within range where he knew she would hear his voice over all the chaos he stopped. "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM LADY!!!? YOU JUST KILLED INNOCENT PEOPLE!!!" He screamed, "Why--WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING SO HORRIBLE!!!?"

[Angeal Hewley]

White Winged Angel

Angeal sat atop a building chewing on an apple he bought from a market below, his wing bent up and compressed near his back was a truly breath taking sight for anyone who had seen it in flight. The Flugelian Buster rested beside him perfectly still. Angeal took in his surroundings all the large structures and decided that being stationary in a new environment was useless, he had no real reason to be here, so why not sight see. Launching himself to his feet and picking his blade up and swinging it over his shoulder before tossing himself off the roof and waiting until about 25 feet from the ground to extend his wing and begin to soar, giving him the appearance of a badass.

The third world of Angeal's dimension tour, this place seemed to be calm and collected as Angeal soared through the airways and looking down at the ground and all the people as they led there normal daily lives. BOOM! His head snapped over to the side of the town where a large explosion erupted and the screams of many roared out. ''Hm?'', he grunted flying over to the area, feeling the heat rise which came off of the flames caused by the explosion. He spotted a young lady who was yelling at another young lady, the second one dressed quite oddly and seemed to be the center of attention. He landed next to the first young lady (Fang) and allowed his wing to stay in full extension as loose feathers fell along with him.

''What's going on? Seems a little calamitous here'', he said calmly looking between the two of them, noticing a pure want to cause destruction emanating from the weirdly dressed one. ''Uh, did you do all of this? This reminds me of an old friend of mine, he destroyed stuff just like you are doing now'', he said taking a gander around at all the destruction and sorrow. ''It's not nice to break peoples belongings you know, its the same as insulting their honor'', he said.

Then the obvious hit him, this weirdly dressed woman was the aggressor here, and the young lady next to him was trying to stop her. He walked over to a large flaming building and gave a grand flap of his wing which extinguished the fire in front of him as well as several by standing fires, the area grew dim from the flames being put out and Angeal turned back to the other two. Before walking inside the building to check for any trapped civilians. Once he was absolutely sure there were no people harmed he walked back out over to the young ladies.

[rude]

The Sorceress

“The very fabrik of time and space… is simply a toy of mine for my spare time.”

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The people scurried about in their attempt to cling the lives they held so dear. Ultimecias’ golden gaze lingered over the townsfolk without remorse, though with more studying leer. This was their instinct, to survive no matter what. She too had such an instinct, she was not void of them yet, however she had the power to support her instincts, to survive and live on as the strongest. The One Being, as they say. She continued to slowly and calmly stride through the town; following whatever it was that drew her, to her enemy. If anyone was going to destroy these worlds, it would be her! ‘I am Ultimecia. I will be omnipotent’ she thought to herself as he quest slowly grazed her forwards. However it was not long before members of the townsfolk caught her eye, perhaps with potential or attempting to be threats. It was of no consequence, simply fresh knowledge for her to abstract concerning these Fal’Cie. A young woman with pink hair and furred clothes, slowly she began her directions towards the child.

Suddenly many others seemed to call out for attention, one taller dark haired woman with a lance as a weapon, and a blue dress. She was an attractive female, the scent of independence and resolve was carried on the wind from her, followed soon after by a younger boy whom had seemed to have found disgust in her actions. Lastly a man whom she suspected from also not from this world, who began to check for survivors. The soldiers, the PSICOM as they were known by were not far off now, though she already had a device in her arsenal to deal with them as they arrived, it had been some time since she used it, though it was an amusing tool of us to see in action. Until they arrived however, The Sorceress settled her icy gaze onto the boy whom seemed injured from her attack. She did not owe him an explanation, yet as time simply rolled off her fingers at her whim, she felt no issue I spending it to her whim.

“Innocent…how amusing. Humans are but an endless line of kockroaches, millions within this world, millions within others, billions within those worlds’ parallel counterparts. Lives end relentlessly and constantly, and you feel… riled at some were taken, a handful.”
Ultimecia tilted her head slightly; her stride now taking her in the younger mans direction. With each step onto the ground, it would turn a black bloodied colour, spreading like an infection, the ground crumbling as magic danced around her constantly. Her eyes bore into him as she closed the distance, one hand elegantly rising to twirl around her torso, increasing the fuel of magic.
“Such lives are irrelevant. Why you may ask? Bekause I have said so. Why I have the right you may also ask? Bekause I have the power to do so.”
Energy twirled around Fates legs and arms, holding him carefully in place. She focused on him somewhat, however her attention did not linger too far from those her interest had grown upon. Slowly, one of her hands rose towards Fates head, one finger out stretched and cooly coming closer towards his forehead.
“Why should one be fated, while others with no destiny have no fate?”
Before she could continue, the roars of PSICOM sounded, alarms and soldiers pouring out of the woodwork at every angle. Making a slight retreat from Fate, Ultimecia once again found her own ground, golden eyes leering over the soldiers carefully as their guns pointed fiercely towards her. The barking for her to surrender and others begging to be given permission to shoot. With a swift flick on her wrist, Ultimecia rose her hand slightly above her to gather her ambushers’ attention.

“You are of this world, worms. Tell me where I kan find your Fal’Cie, I will be destroying it all, and not before tearing this world to shreds for it's insolence.”
There were some moments of silence within the soldiers as they looked between each other, but it did not last. Due to the intense situation and the bodies that lay around, bullets began to fly. Spraying towards the Sorceress, one gun starting after the other in a Mexican wave effect. After a short period, the rattling of guns came to a closured stop, the muttering of the soldiers seeping in the ranks as they gaze ahead. Ahead of them, with one hand raised in front of her slim form, the grey haired intruder held a shield of energy, the bullets held hung in mid air, and a second later all dropping to the floor.
“You do not know of the Sorceress I’ve kome to assume. Then, allow me to edukate you.”
With another twirling of both hands, a burst of energy flustered from her body, but it seemed to have no obvious effects on anyone present. This also, did not last. Suddenly within the ranks of soldiers, one man began to spray is gun through his comrades, and then another, soon all the soldiers were viciously fighting between themselves, and any else who were within the area. With the exception of the Sorceress of course, who they appeared to have nothing but admiration for. Of course the more strong willed soldiers were also caught in the fighting.

A dark laughter sprung from Ultimecia, as she ran her clawed hand through her sliver hair, her golden eyes peering through the mayhem for the two girls she had picked out earlier. The short pink haired one and the tall tanned one. They were different than the rest of the human waste, they knew something...

[templier90]

"[Static]Gunshots heard in the area! I repeat! Gunshots heard in the area! PSICOM soldiers... PSICOM soldiers are killing at each other! What the hell is happening?!"

Templar hear all these statics in his earpiece as he tightens his combat tactical vest, and pulls his assault rifle's bolt when he loads his STANAG magazine into it. Sits in the Black Hawk helicopter in the air, Templar steps outside and look down the area which is bursts in flames. "Betty Blue, gimme a sitrep!" Templar radios in his earpiece as he holds his assault rifle single-handed while he look down. "Not good Temp... PSICOM went nuts after this... sorceress cast out something that we never see before.... Where are you? Team 1 and Team 2 under Ghost are moving to their sniping spot, over."

Templar pulls the fast rope out from the helicopter and rappels down, he is in the area now. "Copy that, no one fires the shot until I gave the order." He lands on the ground and aims his assault rifle around his corner, suddenly a small group of PSICOM soldiers come out from nowhere, aim their rifles at Templar. "Hold your fire! I'm Captain Mactavish from Bodhum Special Warfare Tas-" the PSICOM soldiers fire at him prematurely, he dodges it with no choice but return fire. The soldiers are killed by his assault rifle's bullets but Templar... have no desire to kill his ally soldiers. "All right mates... Watch your back, these PSICOM soldiers went numpty and under controlled by the sorceress, aggressive and return fire is allowed."

He quickly dashes past the soldiers' bodies with his speed while aims his rifle's sight. Finally he arrives at the scene, saw the sorceress himself in his own eyes. Templar never senses that kind of powerful but fearsome aura before, but regardless her destructive nature is threaten his homeworld. Not to attract her attention and used stealth attack, Templar slings his assault rifle to his back and gathers his energy in his right hand. The blue energy surrounds his hand and forms a psi blade, Templar look at the sorceress from behind and he charge towards her, leaps in the air with his psi blade, aims at the sorceress from behind.

[Oerba Dia Vanille]

Hopeful Dreamer
Wishes can come true. But not if you just wait for miracles. Miracles are things we make for ourselves. Here, and now.

Apparently Vanille wasn't the only one who found this horrifying. Even though this was Cocoon, Enemy turf, where the vipers live, it was still awful. She watched as the chaos began to unravel even more as more people showed up to...put a stop to this woman who was wrecking everything by the slightest movements. This was magic no doubt, Vanille could tell, she was a L'cie so she had magic as well, defiantely not as strong as this but it would come in handy sometime. "I've got to do something...." She whispered to herself before a gasp escaped her lips.

Vanille saw the younger boy, limping his way and screaming at the Sorceress. He must've gotten caught in the chaos of that explosion or something. A determined look crossed Vanille's face as she pulled out her binding rod from being connected on her bear sash. She let it unfold and she got ready. Hopefully all the people here knew what they were doing. If not. Well that wouldn't help one bit.

"Hey! Stop it!" Vanille yelled running out now towards Fate and Ultimecia as energy had kept Fate in place...binding rod in one hand the other lighting up with a soft green color, Vanille threw the green light at Fate, a cure obviouslly due to its color. She looked at Fate for a moment. "Are you okay?" and with that she was a good 10 feet away from Ultimecia. "This is not your world to destroy..." It was hers...Hers and Fangs. That was their focus which they failed to complete before.

More people. Yay. Vanille looked over and saw...Fang! So Fang had found her way over here too? That was good, unless she got hurt or something, but then her attention was drawn to the man with the wing. That was something you didn't see every day. Once he went inside the building which the flames had died out, Vanille turned her attention back to Ultimecia, gripping her binding rod a little too tight she narrowed her green eyes at the woman. "Why don't you go back to where you came from and leave well enough alone!" Not that Vanille liked Cocoon...but...she couldn't just stand aside.

Her eyes flickered to the charging Soldier...who didn't look like a regular soldier, but she figured, maybe he'd get a shot or two in if Vanille didn't say anything or give away his presence by staring.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
”I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!”

Her eyes went toward a young man who had appeared out of nowhere. He was limping and screaming at the large woman who was indeed causing the problems and the explosion. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, eyes going back to the woman. She didn’t really care if she was wreaking havoc on Cocoon, but she would just attract PSICOM and then they would figure out about her and Vanille. He was to outspoken for Fang to take him seriously, besides who just screams at someone destroying a city when your hurt? Not a good idea that’s for sure. She shook her head, were all those in Cocoon that dumb? At any rate she wasn’t scared at all of what this woman could do. Her arms were still crossed in that way of hers, confident and stubborn, even though she couldn’t care less about Cocoon didn’t mean she was going to let this woman go around messing things up. That didn’t mean she cared for Cocoon citizens, or so she convinced herself.

She just turned her head when a man with a wing landed close by her. She didn’t trust him, but she was confident in her abilities that she could handle him if he grew hostel at her. She had never seen someone with a wing sprouting from their shoulder’s before, but she took it in stride and didn’t mention it at all. She raised her eyebrow as he said that it was calamitous. Turning toward him she cocked her head, “Oh you noticed hmm?” With that she contemplated what to do as she glanced at the woman that was causing the problems. She really should just go away and try to find Vanille, forget about this mess…but something held her here. She laughed shortly when he asked if it had been her that had done all this. “Love, if it was me creating this chaos I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you now would I.” she nodded toward the woman, “Besides, If it was me I wouldn’t just be blowing up the town square, I’d be taking out PSICOM.”

Her jaw dropped open however when she asked about the fal’cie. That was right at the moment that the winged man had come to stand by her again. “Damn it what does she want with the Fal’cie?” All of a sudden she knew that the woman had targeted her, which didn’t bother her in the lest. She met her eyes and gave her a look that said, ‘bring it on.’ And then all of a sudden things started happening. A man came out of nowhere and started jumping toward the sorceress and shooting at her. For some reason she didn’t think that would end well for him. Her green eyes then looked across and settled on the person she had wished was as far away from here as possible…Vanille!! “Vanille!” She yelled across to her, telling her that she saw her and that she would be here for her through this all. Her best friend, her sister, and then her face whitened a bit. Vanille was standing up to the woman, that meant…her heart raced in fear for her friend. Vanille was the only thing that could make fear cross her heart. She couldn’t care less what happened to herself…but Vanille….

The sorceress was watching Vanille. Why? She had asked about the fal’cie, did that mean that she knew they were l’cie for some strange reason? Her stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to back down or run. So in 5 seconds she made her resolve. Vanille was standing up to her, she was going to back down this woman and get Vanille and herself out of there in one piece. She wasn’t going to let either of them die, they still had to go see Gran Pulse again. She shook her head and took two steps forward, her right hand going back to grasp her bladed lance and pull it out. She was getting bored at this woman going on about them being cockroaches. She didn’t classify herself as one of them because she wasn’t from Cocoon, she was a l’cie, and she had had to go through more then most people go through in a lifetime in 21 short years. Her eyes narrowed, and she spoke in just a regular voice, to no one in particular. “You want a fight? Well then come on and try it!” She could summon Bahamut if she couldn’t do it alone, but she was confident in her super human abilities with being a l’cie to think she could take her on.

With that she took a few steps forward before turning her head back, “Hey handsome, I’d appreciate it if you could look out for Vanille for me if something happens to me. She means more to me then anything that lives.” She said toward the man with the shoulder wing, before turning around and setting her feet, twirling her lance and readying herself. She hoped this was going to go as she meant for it to go.

[Fate Lingod]

Fate stepped back slightly as Ultimecia approached him. At this very moment he was hoping that his partner, Sonuske, would show up out of the shadows. Fate had grown accustom to having his friend by his side in battle. He just kept staring at Ultimecia as she slowly grew closer to him, hoping she would be stopped in her tracks and he would hear that familiar voice. Nothing, nothing that Fate wanted to see or hear. ”… Those people had a right to live,” He responded. Fate knew all too well that life wasn’t fair. Still, hurting innocent people who couldn’t defend themselves wasn’t power. It was cowardice. As the energy danced around his body Fate embraced himself for the pain that he thought he was going to receive.

Ultimecia’s finger extended out toward Fate as he watched helplessly, trapped in her magic. His eyes quickly turned from purple to crimson as he slowly tried to force his right hand up. Maybe, just maybe, he could land an unexpected blow. But then the soldiers started to fire, causing Ultimecia to retreat. Fate fell to the ground, praying that all the bullets had missed him, which they did luckily. He was silent a moment, trying to find the strength to ignore the pain he was feeling and get up. Then Fate was hit with something. A green light? Then came the girl’s voice with a thick accent. It was cute. He realized that the pain and the bleeding from his wound had stopped. A cure… Magic. He sat up and ripped his other sleeve off to wipe the remaining blood from his face. Once he was done he casted the sleeve aside. And turned to the girl, smiling slightly. ”Yes, yes. I’m fine ma’am,” He waved his hand, ”Uh, thank you for the help.” She was quite beautiful and Fate would have loved to push a few compliments her way, but now wasn’t the time.

He stood to his feet, thinking of what he could possibly do to help stop this threat. That’s when Fate saw him, the guy with the wicked cool sideburns. He was pretty sure when Angeal realize who he was he would get chewed out. Fate was nowhere near finished with his training, but he couldn’t stand here doing nothing. He was already in trouble so why stop now? Uh, so we won’t die! I don’t know, but that sounds like a perfectly good reason to me. Completely ignoring Hope, Fate stood back and watched, waiting for an opening. His crimson orbs following the witch’s every movement. Then another guy showed up, barking orders to the other soldiers before going in to attack the witch. This was Fate’s chance! He dashed forward, coming from Ultimecia’s blindside. Once he was within range crimson electricity formed around the boy’s right arm. It was as if the boy’s right arm had transform into a huge crimson lightning bolt. He swung his right fist forward to deliver a ‘striking’ blow to the witch’s face. It wasn’t strong enough to kill her, Fate was sure of that. But he knew if it did connect that the electric shock would leave her open for a second or two.

He just hoped that someone would capitalize on the opportunity. He jumped back a few feet after his attack so that he would have a much easier time to dodge her magic attack if she counter. Honestly, he was scared. He had never face anything or anyone that he couldn’t beat. Crimson electricity formed around both of his arms now as he waited for the guy to fall back before he would launch a second attack. He figured now would be a good time to let Angeal know he was here, considering he might die in the next few seconds. "Hey, Mr. Angeal... Sup man?" He said, "Didn't expect to see you here... Or in anywhere in this world. Not that i'm complaining boss."

[Angeal Hewley]

''Handsome hey? You're not too bad yourself'', he said closing his eyes and reaching for the huge silver and white blade on his back and allowing it to chit the ground, creating a small spark. Luckily none of the bullets hit Angeal or the young lady next to him. ''Angeal... Angeal Hewley is the name I go by, and yours is, Comrade?'', he asked before he continued to let his wing sway back and forth a few times and extinguishing a few more flames. ''Uh... Err me? Take care of someone? Well, I don't think your place to die is here, especially not with myself here to back you up'', he said getting into a stance with his blade poised forward.

His blade faltered a few inches as he heard Fate call out to him from across the courtyard. What the hell was the kid doing here, Angeal regretted his presence as he could tell something really bad was going to happen here very soon. With disdain for Fate's appearance Angeal replied, ''What are you doing here, you need to be helping evacuate or something don't you?'', he asked locking his blade back into position. All too many times before had he been in this situation, watching the pup he had deemed not yet ready for battle fighting along side him. The winds pushed at Angeal's armor seemingly begging him to attack. As Angeal prepared for his onslaught when a young man began attacking the foe. He saw this as an opportunity to gauge the enemies abilities.

Angeal raised his arm in front of Fang and shook his head as he knew she would look at him for confirmation. ''Don't attack just yet, let us see what she is capable of, be patient, but stay on your guard'', he said holding his sword down in one hand and leaning back on one leg.

Angeal watched intently hoping she would expose any flaw in her powers and looked towards Fate. ''Hey, pay attention, watch for any weakness in her game, and tell anyone over there to do the same'', he said still holding his arm up in front of Fang.

''And you, young lady, please try to maintain your composure'', Angeal said beginning to try to compose a well planned counter attack depending on what he saw her do. His time spent in SOLDIER as a First Class was similar to being a field commander. ''No sense in getting yourself killed, you want this Vanille person to be protected then you will act with aptness and precision'', he continued.

[rude]

Ultimecia felt a surge of amusement shiver through her body. It had been quite some time since she had been creating such carnage through her own body. Last time must have been in Deiling city, causing the people to go mad in admiration for her, beating each other senseless. It was a cruel fate for them but no better than what they deserved, it was what they all deserved for what they had done. She would never forgive the mortals, every human being; they all deserved a fate worse than death for what they had done to her. She would see it so, as their new God. Her moment of consideration was brief, as she noticed the ones she pegged as minor interests beginning to move from the soldiers fighting each other. The Sorceresses eyes settled on the pink haired girl whom had rushed to the boys’ aid. What she lacked in resolve, she certainly made up for in spirit. Perhaps a future candidate…

“Not my world? My dear, every world within Time and Space belongs to me, for I kontrol the very fabrik of it. Such things you kan not even conceive. Perhaps one day I shall personally show you, through my kontrol of kourse.” Her attention was then stolen by the second, taller and more tanned female offering a battle. The Sorceress watched with a bemused expression for a moment, followed by a cold cackle of amusement.
“Hahahaahahaha! My, my, you remind me of someone, it was very… nostalgic. If you wish to die, then do not flee. My fate is not to be decided here, for my thread is no where near ending.”
One of her hands flashed horizontally in front of her chest, though reminded here for a moment, seemingly nothing occurring. She continued not a second after.
“Your Fal’Cie threaten my domain, I will erase them.”
Finally, she turned her words to Fate, though only for a brief moment, her golden eyes searing into the boy with her hatred bubbling.
“So do I, boy. Humans threaten it.”
With that, the enemy attacks were soon to come, and she prepared her defensive.

As the soldier launched himself at her rear, preparing to cut her down with ace sneaky ability, Ultimecia clicked her clawed fingers on the hand in front of her chest. Suddenly from the ground a wall of ice grew behind her, almost reaching the skyline, as well as the distance between the waters edge and the buildings. He was certainly skilled, but not enough. What a sniper failed to do, she would not allow a man in close range to achieve so easily.
“A brave man.”
That threat swiftly being avoided, her golden gaze turned to the boy, Fate, rushing towards her with his hand encased in electricity. His fist connected with her face, the crimson energy exploding onto her. The energy coursed from her body, she could feel it, it was certainly an interesting attack. This boy also had potential as a candidate. Fate quickly created some distance between himself at Ultimecia, however the Sorceress did not counter yet, instead she elegantly ran a hand over her face where the impact was made. Her eyes locked onto the boy, as her tongue caressed her lip briefly.
“Magik. Whatever kind of magik it is is pointless against me. There are none whom kan surpass me.”
Her eyes gracefully travelled over the group as her arms fluently slithered in front of her, various protection magics surrounding her idly, before behind her a dark hole emerged from the ground. Slowly from the strange new creation, a tall, red throne was pulled through, and once fully on this world’s side, the portal vanished. Ultimecia lowered herself down onto the throne and crossed her slender legs, a smug expression never leaving her.
“This Island, I find it to my fancy. Perhaps I shall make it my temporary home on this world. Though of course it’ll need some redekorating”

Sitting upon her throne, Ultimecia used on hand to support her cheek, the elbow resting on the arm rest, while the other gracefully flowed in front of her. She did not blame them for testing her, this was not Centra, and they did not know the fear of the Sorceress. She would teach them. An onslaught, as if a minigun was firing black spears of energy laced with fire at an endless and insane speed began to fire from her towards everything and everyone. The Sorceress watched on from her chair as her spells were launched constantly, while her hand idly lingered to point at the sea, a fazed beam of energy firing into the water. Something rumbled under the waters surface, heading towards the island.

[templier90]

"-!" the ice wall immediately stands up from the ground in sudden and Templar plunges his psi blade into the ice, he quickly pulls his psi blade out from the ice before the sorceress could do anymore offensive spells after this. He quickly leaps back from the ice barrier and ready back his psi blade offensive stance.

"Tch..." Templar grabs his grenade out from his combat vest and pulls the pin off, he cooks it first then throws it to the ice barrier and explodes. The explosion is really cause some major damage to most of the objects but still, the ice barrier isn't shattered or break down into pieces. The sorceress was quite good as she stops the other individual's attack, in luck that he wasn't controlled by the sorceress and he is an ally to Templar.

The sorceress casts out her magic again, and a throne comes from nowhere thus she sits on it, looking at the rest as she casts out her offensive magics over her place.

[Oerba Dia Vanille]

Hopeful Dreamer
Wishes can come true. But not if you just wait for miracles. Miracles are things we make for ourselves. Here, and now.

Vanille was running ideas through her head. If there was a fight broken out that she herself had to participate in, she would definitely help. Magic was a strong point for Vanille, along with curing and debuffing someone, so that had to help in the long run right? Especially the medic role which she was very good at, if someone got hurt, there was Vanille ready to help and heal. She let her eyes glace towards Fang, she knew Fang wouldn’t like her standing up to this all mighty sorceress, but somethings had to be done!

Vanille swallowed hard as the woman spoke to her about time and space and how she controlled all of it. Well that was a load of Bull. The Fal’Cie controlled everything here, maybe that’s why this woman was so…bent on destroying things here, to uproot the fal’cie and take over herself. "The Fal'Cie are Cocoon's life supply...they keep it alive and well...you cannot destroy them!" Vanille almost whined, this was her focus! Destroy Cocoon right? Ragnarok and what not. If this woman went after the Fal'Cie Orphan..well..all was doomed. For Cocoon that is. Well as long as she didn’t go to Gran Pulse and create havoc there, Vanille wasn’t too worried.

Once Fang had challeneged the Sorceress Vanille gasped some. “No! Fang! You’ll get yourself killed!” Vanille squealed some as she didn’t want her best friend to get hurt or worse…Being a L’cie did have its advantages though, the two could summon their Eidolons if they needed to but right now things seemed to be steady and not very threatening…yet.

Finally after being distracted by Fang and what not, Vanille glanced her bright green eyes back to Fate. “You’re welcome…” Might as well start some introductions. “Im Vanille…” She smiled a bit before looking back at Ultimecia and her smile fell to a frown.

There were so many people here to keep track of, if EVERYONE decided to get hurt well Vanille would definitely be put up for the job of MEDIC. She’d already helped one person. Might as well get this thing started. As Ultimecia had casted something towards the water Vanille was going to try and debuff her some how. Casting a few Deprotects, deshells, and imperil, which she didn’t know if they would work against someone with such great power in magic, but it was worth a shot. Vanille couldn’t help but keep her eyes glancing back towards the water. What did that woman do?! Oh this was bad, so very bad. "Oh no..." She was so distracted by whatever was coming from the water, that she didn’t pay attention to anyone after she casted her debuffing spells.

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[~Lithe Dragoon~]
”I'll tear down the sky if it'll save her!”

She just raised her brow and chuckled, “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment then.” He said his name and she took note without turning to look at him. Angeal Hewley…she had never heard a name quite like it. “Just call me Fang.” She said simply, not taking the time to speak her entire title. When he said that it wasn’t her place to die she just shook her head, “It’s not my goal to die here, but if it comes to that, I’m going to keep her safe.” With that she twirled the lance between her fingers one more time and set her eyes on the odd woman. She spoke about if she wished to die then come on, and Fang just smirked…that’s what she liked, a challenge!

As she settled herself down to rush the woman she suddenly had an arm shoved in front of her, almost as if trying to keep her from attacking. She looked up in irritating and surprise, most wouldn’t dare to keep her from doing what she had her mind on. She saw the young man attack and felt that it wouldn’t end well for him. She glanced across to Vanille and hoped she could heal people as they got wounds. “I’m too stubborn to die.” She said clearly as Vanille yelled that she would get herself killed. “So don’t worry about me.” She just shook her head when he took the lead, who the hell did he think he was anyway? (x) )

At any rate she had lost patience. She was well set in forms of fighting, and had more abilities then most people she knew. The Fal’cie had granted her much power when they had made her a l’cie. And though she could not remember her focus or anything about that part in her life, she knew her power and could use it with this precision he talked of. No one should mess with her and hope they would come out without a scratch. Not only was she powerful, but she never backed down…from anyone or anything.

She had been following her every move and had learned something about her. She was overconfident. It was a mistake that many seemed to have, If you couldn’t live up to your confidence you were in trouble. She knew this was the case with this woman, and catching her eye she did not hesitate. She was getting irritated that he seemed to think she knew nothing about this game, but she realized that he was just trying to help.

Not necessary.

Raising her hand she shoved her way past his arm and gave him a smirk. “Don’t test my patience.” She said as she twisted around so that she walked backwards away from him. “Just watch me work love.” She flaunted out, waving a hand before turning back. In those few seconds she had gotten a…throne out of the portal and was now sitting on it. She had witnessed her throwing her weight around and summoning magic on her fingertips. That was about to end, It was HER focus to destroy Cocoon, if this woman did it would that mean they would fail and become cie’th? She wasn’t going to let that happen. “Hey! Your messing up something that isn’t your place!” And with that she started running. She was used to fighting almost everything, and dived past her previous attacks. Lance was held firmly in her right hand as she made her way quickly toward the sorceress. She felt a zest within her, almost begging to get some fighting action as she ran toward the woman on the throne.

“I’m bringing you Hell!!” She spoke out as she came within range she jumped high in the air, did a graceful twist and came down, lance held firmly as she attacked the sorceress. She wasn’t going down easily, and could summon Bahamut in a second if she needed some backup.