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Legacy of the Lifestream	By : butabara Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 2387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 45: Clash of the Titans?
Harmony knew when logical thought fled and this time, she was ready for it. She had fought the power every time it tried to take her in the past, but now she invited it. Craved it. Needed it. She felt the rage and the pain washing over her, a direct reflection of her Cetra's emotions having snuffed a man's very soul from existence. She felt the confusion and the fear, felt the overwhelming, fierce protective rush. She felt the tingling thrill of Lifestream blanketing her body and through her blazing green eyes the world shifted. She saw shades of life. Greens and browns and blues and whites… and shades of death. Her gaze caught six separate columns of dark, sickening black-green masses and one chilling purple-black swirl of magic.
The black-and-purple creature gazed at her with amused, taunting golden eyes and a wicked, fanged smirk. Part of Harmony's power screamed at her to run; to take her Cetra and flee this place as though the essence of Death itself was upon them. The creature seemed to know it, and the sharp grin grew.
And then another shudder wracked the Guardian's body as connection to sight, sound, and memory was severed under the power of Guardian Mode.
Jenova cells. Came the whisper within. Jenova… danger… eliminate it!
Her gaze returned to the largest, most menacing mass of green-black shadow, this one glowing brightly and flickering with the yellow and green rush of the Lifestream. Thought ceased, then, the greatest threat to her Cetra identified in the form of Sephiroth, the Jenova cells in his body given strength and power as he too entered the realm of unhinged power. She heard not her Cetra's screams for her to stop, to snap out of the daze. This was important, the power demanded; the one moment in her existence that she could and would deny her Cetra, instead she lunged, sword outstretched and a scream of rage echoing from her throat as she attacked the son of Jenova with all of her ancestors at her back.
! #$%^&*()
"Fuck!" Kadaj hissed as he watched his lover being overcome with her blood limit, and watched her eyes dart about. Her gaze lingered on Vincent for only a moment, shooting to Sephiroth and narrowing in horrible rage. He looked at the man that, in another life, he was fated to become and his eyes bulged, throat tightening in terror. Yes, terror. The Lifestream engulfed Sephiroth as well and though at first the General's eyes were focused on the form of Weiss, standing menacingly atop the falled tree branch and laughing maniacally, the were now focused on Harmony.
Kadaj knew how it worked. Harmony explained it more than once.
"Guardian Mode is designed to protect the Cetra from any intended threat that is more powerful than the Guardian, so I've come to understand. We will always go for the greatest threat. I think that's why I went after you and Sephiroth in the lab. Jenova was the greatest threat to the Cetra, and you carry a part of her."
So, if he understood her as he thought he had, her power would focus on Sephiroth more than ever, now. And in turn, she was the greatest threat to Sephiroth, and thus the greatest threat to his Cetra.
Kadaj's face paled. What was he going to do?! Stupid thought, he knew, as he would always protect her. He lost her once, and pushed her away more than once… he wouldn't lose her again. Not here. Not like this. He turned, eyes frantically searching for Loz. He found his brother curling protectively around Sassi. "Get her out of here!" He screamed. "As far away as you can!" He scanned the area again, quickly finding Yazoo and ordering the same as he shoved Aerith his way. He knew that eventually, the Guardians would sense that two Jenova-enhanced beings were making off with their Cetra, but he also knew that they would likely kill each other before tracking them down.
Or rather, his fear: that Harmony would lose. Even in Guardian Mode, she was no match for Sephiroth. With him lost to power, too?
She had no chance.
Loz watched the scene with growing despair and horror. He understood exactly as the others had, that their main focus in this battle had just shifted from the now-scrambling and fleeing GR soldiers, to two of their own… two that could level this entire continent in their death-match. At Kadaj's order he nodded instantly, scooping the stuttering and denying Cetra before him off of her feet and bolting as fast as his Haste-enchanced body could take him, toward the capitol city of Wutai and the aid of the Wu Sheng forces he hoped would be waiting for their word.
Yazoo followed quickly with only a torn glance back at their remaining brother. Aerith struggled in his arms, screaming to be let go, for him to go back.
"We can't let this happen!" She shrieked, her elbow knocking his jaw hard enough that for a moment, he actually stumbled. "They'll both die! Please, go back!"
"We can't!" He said, "We can't protect you from the GR when we're busy protecting ourselves from them!"
Her sobs felt like knives in his heart, and he shared her despair. One or the other, the victor of that battle would methodically go after every person harboring the cells of that wretched alien, and one by one their friends would fall… unless somehow, something could get through to the Guardians, or a team effort could be made to put them down, permanently.
! #$%^&*()
The new Empress of Wutai rode her shimmering gold chocobo harder than she had ever pushed the bird. Her warriors rode ahead, behind, north, south, east, west… every direction, frantically searching for their companions. She rode too fast, she realized, when the gold screeched and jumped, the sound echoed by the empress as the bird tripped and tumbled to the ground, taking her with it. The trampled body of a terrified GR soldier lay broken just behind them… and he was still breathing, she noted as she struggled to her feet and soothed her bird. Michael, the soon-to-be emperor was right behind her, black bird skidding to a halt and the man sliding out of the saddle before he'd even stopped.
"Yuffie!" He said, rushing to check her for injuries.
"I'm fine!" came her snarled reply. She stomped toward the crumbled man on the forest floor, her hand fisting at his armor and yanking him up. The man gave a howl of pain, her force grinding broken bone over flesh and muscle but she paid his agony no mind or mercy. "Where are they?!" She said, shaking the man menacingly. He couldn't speak, so shaken and broken was he. Michael placed a hand on her shoulder, roughly jerking her back and forcing her to drop the man.
"Yuffie," he said, calm, "he's already hurting, you don't have to make it worse." His princess, capable warrior though she had always been, was not cruel. Her rage fed this lack of empathy and he knew it. She would see it, too, later. "He came from this way," he pointed through the trail of broken brush and rustled leaves. "so they have to be close."
And like Gaia herself lighting a path for them, the ominous sound of steel hitting steel ricocheted off of the trees, the royals' heads snapping toward the sound. Yuffie stood and took a deep, steadying breath, her eyes drifting from the direction of the sound to the crumpled man at her feet. She nodded, and knelt before him.
"I'm sorry. You're following your belief… even if your belief is wrong. I will ease your pain. Yuàn nǐ píng'ān qù." Before the man could cry out or even draw a ragged breath, a kunai entered and then retreated from his already-slowing heart. Michael once more pulled her to her feet, wordlessly ushering her back onto her uninjured, but nervous bird.
Her gaze shot around to her Wu Sheng, voice strong and carrying through the forest as they echoed her orders. "Not a single GR member escapes. We bring no punishment, only justice. No fatalities… only prisoners. Bring them back to the battlefield."
! #$%^&*()
Blasts of energy exploded from powerful blades, sparks of yellows, greens, blues, whites, and colors the spectators had no name for rained in a glowing, macabre shower as the Guardians swung and stabbed, slashed and struck at one another again and again. Kadaj tracked the movement easily, bounding back and forth and always keeping Harmony in his sights while simultaneously taking out any remaining GR members trying to take advantage of the Guardians' inattention. He was covered in blood, and so was Harmony. His despair at that fact was not that he was drenched. That blood wasn't his. The red liquid dripping from Harmony's body, though, was her own. Nothing life-threatening yet, he knew; shallow slices along her arms when she wasn't fast enough to block or evade a flick of that wickedly long sword. She couldn't even get close enough to the male Guardian to land a single strike.
Roving through the foliage in a circle just beyond Kadaj and the two Guardians, Weiss slashed and cackled and snarled his enjoyment of the slaughter. Soldiers dropped like flies in the wake of his lever-action sword revolvers. Ame and Tsuchi sang for blood and vengeance, and were given their desires along with the gurgling screams of death as soldier after soldier met his or her demise. He enjoyed the mayhem and the screams, the delight of the slaughter was a divine – heavenly – rush through his bones and across nerve endings. From the corner of his eye he noted movement, Ame was up instantly, slashing with abandon and it actually caught him of guard when the blade was knocked away by a golden gauntlet. Weiss' wild spree paused, blue staring into crimson in challenge and finally, the dark sniper spoke.
"You can stand against Sephiroth." he said, "and I suspect the battle will be much more enjoyable for you, facing an opponent such as that."
Weiss blinked, head tilting in eerie curiosity. "Are you asking me to kill your-… friend?" was the smooth reply, and Vincent shook his head.
"No-" red eyes darted to Weiss' left and Cerberus was leveled and fired in a half-second, three bullets blasting through armor and flesh and ending an attack at Weiss' back. "...No, you can't kill him. But you can incapacitate, don't you think?"
Weiss grit his teeth. Valentine hadn't truly saved his life; he'd sensed the attack and could have stopped it himself… but the sentiment and expectation was received. "And if I can't?"
"Then you have the honor of claiming the life of the most powerful man in existence."
Weiss grinned, teeth bared and eyes narrowed in dangerous excitement. He said nothing, just nodded and whirled away from Vincent. To claim this title… well, tragic accidents always happened, in war.
! #$%^&*()
Vincent returned to Sytherea quickly, accepting the extra clip she offered and drawing the standard pistol he'd stashed from his belt. The Cerberus was a magnificent weapon, but the extra seconds it took to reload could prove too costly and so it was holstered in favor of the easier, lighter weapon. "Weiss will attack Sephiroth," he said to her, "but we have to be quick because I'm positive that he'll try to kill him rather than just keep him busy."
Sytherea nodded and clicked the safety from her weapon. "Do you really think we can make it back in time?" She worried.
"We have to." He said, firm.
"And if they get hurt?"
"They won't." With that he grasped the woman's arm and tossed her into the air, the form of the Galian Beast overtaking him and catching Sytherea on his back and bolting toward the Wutaian capitol at full speed.
Suicidal? Yes, he admitted, this most certainly was that… but those Guardians needed something rash to tear their focus from each other, and if intent is what they felt… this would definitely do the trick. Vincent focused all of his energy on his race toward the Wutaian Capitol, his thoughts centering on the two Cetra likely there already and being protected by two Remnants of Sephiroth… and of the vicious and brutal attack he would launch on them, hoping that the sacred beings trying to kill each other behind him would feel his dark intention and follow.
"Yuàn nǐ píng'ān qù." - May you go in peace.
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