Final Fantasy VII: Black Gold

"Oh?" Lent questioned in an unreadable mutter. His face was obscured by the night's shadows around him. "But tell me. What makes you think I'll be so easy?" he asked, a slightly pissed off tone audible in his voice now.
Suddenly, his hand came forwards, his palm striking the man's throat and cutting his laugh short, as well as moving him away slightly and creating a distance between the two. Lent stood tall, and placed a hand on the hilt of his sword, drawing it from his back. Then he tossed it high up into the air, and seriously, really high up.
"This'll be over before my sword even hits the ground." he muttered. "And you guys will have all learnt an important lesson by then."
He quickly moved to the side and rammed his foot swiftly into the gut of one of the minions. "Lesson number one: Don't mess with SOLDIER." he the spun around so he was behind the doubled over man, grabbed his arm and smashed his elbow into it, causing it to make a nasty crunch noise that clearly showed it had just been broken. "Lesson number two: Don't mess with girls and just as important, don't brag about it like you're some fucking martyr." he finally slid back round to the front and rammed the man into a nearby wall, letting him drop to the floor. He then turned to the second minion. "Lesson number three: Don't piss me off!" he ran forwards and delivered a quickly flurry of punches to the guy's gut and chest before landing a reverse round-house kick onto the guy's skull, rendering him unconscious instantly and with a likely concussion. He then quickly had jumped into the air, vanishing from sight, before leaping off the top of the nearby roof top and onto the third minion, flattening him instantly with a double footed drop kick to the face... broken nose, face and a definite concussion. He stood... "And finally... Lesson number 4: Out of all the second class SOLDIER's you could have messed with." Lent hated using them, but at the moment, he didn't care as he let his black flames surround his hand and then his body, dark smoke emanating from him and rising into the air as he turned his head to face the leader of the group. It would make the drunk guy think he was messing with a demon, and let's face it... that wouldn't make him think any higher of SOLDIER. But what did Lent care? He was going to put this guy in a medical facility for at least a month or two. "I'm the worst one." he smirked darkly as he came up to the cowering leader and hit him with an uppercut so hard with his flaming hand that the guy's jaw dislocated and shattered as he was launched into the air so high that he landed on the fooftop of the small building nearby them. The purpose of this naturally was to intimidate... and hurt.
The flames receded from his body and Lent looked up thoughtfully. "I swear I'm forgetting something... Oh yeah!" and he held his arm out and caught the sword which had finally fallen back to Earth.
He slung it back onto his back and looked around at the unconscious group around him. "Lesson's over. Any questions?"

 

"Then take two, hotshot!" Legas replied as he threw both arms forward, crossing them. From each hand flew a bomb, curving perfectly symmetrically so as to explode on both sides of the SOLDIER. He continued his attack by rushing forward and spinning, raising his left foot, and prepared to slam it into the SOLDIER's chest right when his bombs exploded.

 

Zack's lung threw Legas off and the Turk's kick was ineffective, instead causing him to hit the ground and roll through his own explosion. "Ungraceful SOLDIER is what ya are, just like the rest," he muttered as his body spun onto its feet. Though it started to ache, Legas was used to suffering his own explosions. Legendary Turk, Death God of the Battlefield, Bomberman, whatever nickname anyone gave him during war, they had damn good reason to do so. "Ya ain't getting away with what ya did to Miss Cayleigh!" He angrily yelled as he ran forward. The SOLDIER's Blade Beam met him head-on...or it would have if the Turk didn't slightly move. "It'll take more than that," he said, matter-of-factly, as the Beam cut him at his shoulder. The sound of fabric tearing and the sight of his own blood splattering across the ground didn't stop his assault. He continued to rush forward and sent a fist, straight towards Zack Fair's face.

 

The Turk grimaced as he was hit with the pommel. "A helpless fugitive! Unarmed and alone against SOLDIER?" His tone was loud and accusatory. Legas quickly armed himself with another bomb, a new plan in mind. "I'll blow ya to pieces!" He told the SOLDIER as he raised his arm. But before he could do so, he was staring at the ceiling with a pain in his legs. Quicker than I thought. Before he knew it, he was on his back, staring at a black ball in the air: his bomb. "Like I said," he started, not moving from his vulnerable position nor taking his eyes off of the bomb that had escaped his hand when he fell, "I'll blow ya to pieces!!"

 

Finally, amidst all of the anger and confusion, amidst the chaos of battle and mixed emotions, Legas' face broke a small smile as the SOLDIER's kick collided with his ribs. Legas flew to the side and used the momentum to cartwheel to his feet. "More than ya can count!" He watched Zack roll and lunged at him once again, kicking him in the face to launch him to eye level. Still moving, the Turk rushed Zack as the bomb exploded behind him and pinned him to the wall with his forearm on neck. "My bombs hurt, I do admit, but they can't kill me. They love me too much, y'know? And 'course, I love them." There was another smile on his face as the Turk calmed down. The SOLDIER had complimented him, even if it was unknowingly, and that somehow laid a calm over him. His brown eyes were hidden beneath his dark sunglasses, but a tear was streaming down, despite his smile. Outside, he could hear sirens. "Ya got reinforcements comin'? Guess we need to talk. SOLDIER to Turk. Coworker to coworker. Ya know, professionally and all that. We can settle this..." The Turk looked around at the blown up bar and his eyes stopped on Cayleigh's body, "misunderstandin'. I do apologize for my behavior." In his mind, they were several thoughts racing as he rushed his apology. "What do ya say? Bygones?"

 

Legas smiled and took a step back. His lips mouthed "thank you," but no voice came out. The Turk nodded. "What's so important?" He reiterated and looked to Cayleigh's body. "I reckon...she was..." he said, solemnly. As the sirens grew louder, Legas decided it was now or never. "If ya agree to our terms, I gots a question," he moved his eyes from the limp body to the SOLDIER he had faced as he remembered Cayleigh's last words. "Down the hall...someone else is supposed to be there. Ya kill 'em, too?"

 

Rae lay on her stomach, under the bed, trembling with her hands over her head. Her body still felt like a chunk of lead, though she was starting to process thing with a little more clarity. She remembered the SOLDIER who'd stepped into the room and the feeling of fear, but he'd left and the fear with him. But when she thought she was safe, Caleigh's home shook with explosions. The walls were cracked and crumbling; the structure threatened to collapse completely. But Rae couldn't summon the will to get to her feet and run outside, so she's dragged herself under the bed and shut her eyes tight. The sounds and the feelings brought a rush of memories of Kalm back to her.

OOC: Because I wanted to post!! DX