*A flaming sword falls in front of Lancer's charge and seperates him from Mourdor. Lancer falls back slightly singed but stil intact.
"You alright, ol freind? Seems like more is goin' on here than it seems. Somethings in the air but I can't see it, taht sword came from the heavens. Make whoevers' up there pay.
Chocobo Feather, NOW!"
*Lancer cries a large thunderous tone and it's feahers point slightly upwards. Another harsh cry and 7 razor sharp feathers shoot upwards towards the sky.
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