paixaorpg | Let's break down these walls [active]

Character(s): Squall, Zack, and Rinoa
Content: An attempt to break through the thorns.
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Who can tell?
Warnings: Violence (mostly to plants), summoned creatures, Heartless

To say that it had been a nuisance to get out to the nearest gate was something of an understatement. They'd managed to keep at least something of a light going for most of the trip, but even then they'd had to stop and beat off... shadowthings every once in a while. He would have called them a variety of Creeps, if it weren't for the fact that everything other than the appearance seemed different. Not that he'd Scanned them of course. This wasn't the time or the place. Maybe later, when there wasn't bunches of them all at once.

Maybe when he didn't have something in mind. Something much more important then bothering with what the little guys were. The gate that was ...well, not quite coming into view (although if it weren't for the darkness it would have been) for example.

"We ready for this?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Three people was a tolerable number, given that the only thing they were up against was a wall of thorns. How hard could it really be? But for the sake of trying he'd give it his best. And he'd start with the simplest answer. Sharp weaponry for a rather thorny problem and the more strokes the better. And the best way to take care of that? Well... he know one way.

But there were a few steps to get through first. But he'd long since stocked up on that particular spell and it took little more than a moment's thought before he cast, the spell effects bathing him in a steady golden glow.

"I'm going to start with the easiest," he commented, glancing back at Zack and Rinoa.

If by easiest you meant hitting the wall of thorns with a Limit Break, but that was what Aura was for, the gentle glow following him as he crossed the last bit of distance between them and the wall, swinging Lionheart down of his back as he went before hitting the wall once, twice, eight times in all. But that was only the beginning; just when it looked like he was wearing down the second half of the limit hit, unleashing a second flurry of blows - more than twice as many as the first batch.

But as even those tapered down one thing was clear. The walls had come through the flurry of blows entirely unscathed.

Let's break down these walls [active]

no subject