[Open]/[In Progress]
Who: angealistic, _devil_inside, a_general_chaos
When: This was the start-- Hold on Dante, you're going to get yours.. after Angeal gets his.
Where: Acairnia - Beach/Shore
Rating: Mature due to the gruesome details. ♥
Summary: Sephiroth is hurt, Angeal is livid for it-- okay, he's pissed. Dante and Angeal are about to make the island bleed. It's only fair.
In between the raging beasts and his comrades, one of them his dearest of friends. What a fight this would be, and he would not be the one to be pushed over, he would forget himself before he ever let one of those monsters come to pass him. This fight, is why he trained at ShinRa's marble made floors, within its cold concrete walls. Fighting those simulations by breaking between the pixels of those programed foes. He conquered Behemoth, Ifrit, Bahamut, Hojo's prized simulated Bahamut Fury even. These Buggane muscles were no stronger, no better and no wiser then any of the monsters back in his world and he would put muscle to muscle, showing this island that strength can be just as easily matched with strength.
"Come on!" He encouraged himself, and as he shouted he felt his feet break deeper into the earth below him, sending grains of sand up as well as his wing hoisting himself into the air only to plunge down yet again to the enemy that stood in numbers.
He had called fire to cut a line between his two comrades and the Buggane-- these beasts will deal with him first! And, for a fall back plan, if he ever so needed it, was indeed that fire. Stretching high, the wall of licking flames crisping the grains of sand that he had kicked up as he flew, and crystallizing them together in a piercing claw of glass. Dare the Buggane press forward they would find themselves pierced by the wall of flame and shard, that was if they did not meet him first.
Angeal's heel to the catastrophic temple of the beast, pressing its neck back as he plunged his ShinRa sword into the monster's throat, drawing it out by slicing an opening through the chest.
When: This was the start-- Hold on Dante, you're going to get yours.. after Angeal gets his.
Where: Acairnia - Beach/Shore
Rating: Mature due to the gruesome details. ♥
Summary: Sephiroth is hurt, Angeal is livid for it-- okay, he's pissed. Dante and Angeal are about to make the island bleed. It's only fair.
In between the raging beasts and his comrades, one of them his dearest of friends. What a fight this would be, and he would not be the one to be pushed over, he would forget himself before he ever let one of those monsters come to pass him. This fight, is why he trained at ShinRa's marble made floors, within its cold concrete walls. Fighting those simulations by breaking between the pixels of those programed foes. He conquered Behemoth, Ifrit, Bahamut, Hojo's prized simulated Bahamut Fury even. These Buggane muscles were no stronger, no better and no wiser then any of the monsters back in his world and he would put muscle to muscle, showing this island that strength can be just as easily matched with strength.
"Come on!" He encouraged himself, and as he shouted he felt his feet break deeper into the earth below him, sending grains of sand up as well as his wing hoisting himself into the air only to plunge down yet again to the enemy that stood in numbers.
He had called fire to cut a line between his two comrades and the Buggane-- these beasts will deal with him first! And, for a fall back plan, if he ever so needed it, was indeed that fire. Stretching high, the wall of licking flames crisping the grains of sand that he had kicked up as he flew, and crystallizing them together in a piercing claw of glass. Dare the Buggane press forward they would find themselves pierced by the wall of flame and shard, that was if they did not meet him first.
Angeal's heel to the catastrophic temple of the beast, pressing its neck back as he plunged his ShinRa sword into the monster's throat, drawing it out by slicing an opening through the chest.