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Ultima roared in anger, unable to pinpoint Sora. Thus as it threw its head about it noticed another target; The Aronian prince. With a loud roar, it raised its hand.

Suddenly, the air condensed around the Prince and a tremendous explosion boomed, as its Light Pillar destroyed the clocktower. Ultima turned, stomping its feet and suddenly causing Quake 3 to destroy the ground around it in an attempt to lure Sora under the falling structure of the Tower, attempting to take out two birds with one stone.

Ultima roared as the barrier protecting it became visible, then faded. As it swung its body around the powerful Light Pillar attack appeared again, making an explosion that if it was lucky would destroy the pest that it seemed unable to keep up with.

Sora's flash movement saved him again, but this time he had barely made it. What was that barrier around the creature?

'Whatever it is, it's not getting weaker anytime soon,' he decided finally stopping his movement. In a situation like this, Sora realized, there was only one thing left for him to try.

"This one's all yours, Nightblade! See ya later!" the mercenary called as he used his Flash Movement to make a clean escape into Forest Aron. The trees would provide him with adequate cover to escape and/or regroup.

Ultima's frustration was evident as the creature was unable to locate the Aronian Prince. Raising itself into the air with its wings, the Ultima Weapon looked down on the city. Filled with life...filled with lifestream...its stomach began to glow, and in a moment the Ultima Cannon destroyed the once popullated area of Aron, murdering thousands of ex-refugees and families that had just returned from the exile induced by Midgar. A terrible cry echoed as the Ultima Weapon turned, healing the flesh around its now scarred eye with Curaga and moving towards the Colloseum; the next structure evident from its vantage point.

Please, cease your mindless rambling. Ghaleon, the only god of gaia, would not give you a shield that lasted 2 turns anyways. He also ordered your silencing by the Weapon, and he killed you because you would have been dead anyways. And even had you concocted some sort of "defense", you spent that turn complaining over rules written in stone. You will still alter your attack, and please...if you post again, I'll use my OWN Angel Tear to bring you back and kill you again. That many losses on your record can't be good...

Kyle stepped out of the bar, a bottle in hand. "Looks like another night of wine women and song. Just between you and me, I think I had a little too much of the wine. But the women didn't complain..." The drunken hero stumbled forward, waiting on any potential foe who would come to town. Despite his apparent unintelligent stupor, he was well aware of what was happening and had deployed himself here, awaiting anyone who would want to hurt this bar.

Kyle's eyes opened as the people around him dropped, all except for one...a man clothed in white, and he didn't seem bothered by the change.

The wrap around his sword untied as he held it before him, scowling. "I take it you're the guy I've been waiting for. Did you do this?" Kyle stood tall, and moved his hand behind his back...

Only to draw forth a bottle of alcohol. "You don't mind if I have a drink, do you? You seem to have killed my bartender...something I'm gonna make you pay for." With another swig, he set the bottle back in its original position, and prepared to fight. 'Damn you, Ghaleon...'

Watching from his hiding place, Gustav can see that Kyle is probably about to bite off more than he can chew. Knowing this may be a losing battle, the mythril warrior couldn't just let Kyle go down alone. Silently unsheathing Sylveril's Sword, the flawless warrior made a silent apology to his deceased lover and made his move. Launching himself skyward, the clever warrior made himself known on purpose by announcing his attack, "White.... WAVE!" As his cry echos through the area and he slashes downward, a large wave of white energy forms form the blade of his sword and launches at his motionless opponent. However, this attack would be obviously futile, were it not for Gustav's second part, using space compression to close the gap between himself and his opponent, he speeds up the White Wave dramatically, using the light it creates as it blasts Ulquiorra to hide his dash to Kyle's side, where he poses dramatically as though he'd just landed the killing blow.