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[wardennolonger]

Anders pulled his feathered coat more closely against his form as the ruthless wind ripped up the Wounded Coast. The cold made him hiss as he stalked down the jagged rocky path, for once apart from Hawke and the rest of his followers. The rouge had returned to The Deep Roads after some foolhardy explorers, and Anders had chosen to hang back, this

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[lion_griever]

Squall spotted the chests that the other man spoke of after a moment, and silently, but quickly headed toward them. As far as he was concerned, his dealings with the stranger Anders concluded after he directed Squall to where his gunblade might be.

Carefully, Squall waited until one of the men was out of sight, before making a final move to the chests. He began to examine them, to find the best way to unlock it without drawing attention to himself. Unfortunately, while observing the lock, Squall was unaware of the man who was about to spot him. However, his attention was quickly diverted away from his task at the sound of a loud explosion behind him. Squall jumped from his crouched position in front of the chest, turning quickly to the source of the noise.

Apparently, Anders fire some sort of fire-y blast at the group of thugs, who were most certainly unaware of Squall's movements now. The men pointed and yelled in Anders direction, making their way to counterattack. Squall figured the man either created a diversion, enabling Squall to retrieve his sword, or simply had no tactical experience what-so-ever. Deciding to take the pessimistic route and bank on the latter, Squall took the chance and began breaking open each of the chests with a large rock nearby. He managed to retrieve all of the gear he possessed, including his gunblade.

Seeing that Anders was most likely in danger, but primarily motivated by his own desires to even the score with these thugs, Squall charged into the fray from behind. He quickly struck the legs of one of the thugs, sending him crippling to the ground with a yell. He followed up by slashing with great precision at the other men who began to attack him. He only shot a quick glance in Anders direction, before drawing some ice energy from one of the men, and firing shards of ice in a different thug's direction.

((ooc: Here is how I picture Squally fighting...minus the floating in air bit and over-the-top explosions. BUT, complete with sassy dialogue :P.))

[wardennolonger]

[ooc: *just... just stares at the sexy* Now I have to counter with this, which has nothing to do with fighting, but is also sexy~]

Anders had never before witnessed such a fighting style; the combination of magic and fighting prowess that Squall wielded was something uncommon to Anders' world, and he could not help but spend a moment marveling. Squall was... something to behold; both powerful and ruthless.

But there was a fight going on, and Anders doubted if standing around starring was the best of ideas. The commotion allowed him room to slip in front of the cowering captives, while flinging another fireball into the fray of swarming thugs. One of them wheeled away from Squall and went to Anders, who promptly brought up the blade on the end of his staff, slicing the man ruthlessly across the chest. He crumpled at Anders' feet.

"You're--" amazing somehow felt inappropriate, "--rather good this!" he called to Squall with a grin.