InsaneAsylum
The Chocobo Champion
Unfortunately for Gerran, Sarah couldn't hear the man's yells over the piercing scorpion shrieks, the ballistic chicken cries, and her own screaming. The scorpion stayed right on her tail, enraged to the point of insanity over the pain searing on its face. It's barbed tail shot forward several times, barely missing the blonde princess. Just before the scorpion could adjust its aim properly, an arrow sunk into one of the eyes on the side of its head. The scorpion skidded to a stop, its remaining eyes locking onto the offending archer. Before it could started charging towards them though, another small ball of fire struck its side, once again causing it to screech. However, there were more targets for the scorpion now. The ballistic chicken riders had cleared out the bandits, and were running in circles around the monster. The scorpion turned in circles, trying to ram its poisonous barb into whatever is could, and reached out to grab at the chickens, but it couldn't seem to every hit its target. Another ear piercing scream. It stopped its violet outburst to glare over towards the caravan, where its rider should have returned from. The scorpion recognized the ruffled blonde hair of its master being held up limp. Anyone could recognize the flames of hatred burning in that scorpion's eyes. With one last screech, the scorpion dug down into the sand, disappearing into the desert.
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Nolan couldn't see anymore. All he knew is that he wasn't touching the ground. Before he had been lifted up he briefly could make out the face of a man's face. He didn't get a great look at it, but he was sure he'd remember it for how painful the feeling in his neck was. Whatever it was. He listened to his words carefully though. He was hurt, and probably a friend of the archer woman back there. It was unfortunate that it had come to this, and at such a sensitive time as well. He was told not to try and rescue her, even Listile thought the idea was absurd. If he could laugh right now he would. He had messed up too soon, and was paying dearly. Nolan's mouth parted as he tried to speak. Nothing came from his lips. He tightened his fists, and slowly opened his eyes as he raised his head up ever so slightly to meet Locke's.
"Call out to her... and she will come," he sputtered out, before falling limp once again. After a few moments, small glowing light blue flakes began to peel off of Nolan. Locke feel the weight on his spear begin to lighten. They cam off faster and faster until Nolan's entire body had dissipated into these glowing blue flower petal like pieces. They spun upwards into the air, before shooting off towards the Grenouille City. All that was left on Locke's spear would be the nobles blood. A book dropped to the ground in a heap atop Nolan’s weapons and clothing, it all had been left behind by his body. If one were to pick up the book, they would find that only the front page was populated. However it only held unrecognizable symbols and letters.
They had completed their mission, and all that was left to do was pull themselves together and find out their next move.
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Nolan couldn't see anymore. All he knew is that he wasn't touching the ground. Before he had been lifted up he briefly could make out the face of a man's face. He didn't get a great look at it, but he was sure he'd remember it for how painful the feeling in his neck was. Whatever it was. He listened to his words carefully though. He was hurt, and probably a friend of the archer woman back there. It was unfortunate that it had come to this, and at such a sensitive time as well. He was told not to try and rescue her, even Listile thought the idea was absurd. If he could laugh right now he would. He had messed up too soon, and was paying dearly. Nolan's mouth parted as he tried to speak. Nothing came from his lips. He tightened his fists, and slowly opened his eyes as he raised his head up ever so slightly to meet Locke's.
"Call out to her... and she will come," he sputtered out, before falling limp once again. After a few moments, small glowing light blue flakes began to peel off of Nolan. Locke feel the weight on his spear begin to lighten. They cam off faster and faster until Nolan's entire body had dissipated into these glowing blue flower petal like pieces. They spun upwards into the air, before shooting off towards the Grenouille City. All that was left on Locke's spear would be the nobles blood. A book dropped to the ground in a heap atop Nolan’s weapons and clothing, it all had been left behind by his body. If one were to pick up the book, they would find that only the front page was populated. However it only held unrecognizable symbols and letters.
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They had completed their mission, and all that was left to do was pull themselves together and find out their next move.
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