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[Soul Angel]

Ha neither can see me!

*Soul quickly rushes towards Bahamut where she quickly shoots Holy towards him*

Lets see how well you will do with this!!

[Sword 4 Hire]

"Ha, got ya!"

As Soul began to reappear Sword 4 Hire picked her out like a sore thumb among the lights of Holy. As her back was turned towards him he began to sprint for her. With silent, shadowless strides he stormed her weakened strong holds and began upward slashing this unsuspecting foe, finishing it off with a horizontal strike. When the attack was finished he sprang up and leaped a great distance from her...all the while keeping his senses fine tuned towards Mourdor.

"Never turn your back on a Mercenary...heh heh heh"

[IcyMourdor]

[COLOR=sky blue]*Mourdor sees Bahamut fall after the holy spell*

Argh...no! There are too many people here. I think I'll lower the numbers a little bit.

*Mourdor builds his aura to cast Merton*[/COLOR]

[Soul Angel]

Ouch, dame that Mercenary always trying to get in the way!!

*Soul turn and looks at Mourdor where she notices him starting to cast Merton*

What the!? Dame that Mourdor I didn't know he could cast such a spell?

*Soul quickly casts regen, shell and protect onto herself and starts to defend herself as best as she can from the spell*

[IcyMourdor]

[COLOR=sky blue]*Mourdor releases the Flare Star into the air*

MERTON!!!

*Mourdor summons numerous waves of flames that spans across the sky*[/COLOR]

[Soul Angel]

*Soul starts to defend herself as the flares went passed her and as some of them hit her*

Dame you Mourdor!

*Soul casts Curaga onto herself*

Hmm I'm starting to get low on MP, I better find and ether quick!

[Sword 4 Hire]

A scorching fireball flies passed the Mercenaries head. Sword 4 Hire weaves across the field dodging the fireballs to the best of his ability with his trenchcoat acting as a shield from the lingering flames. When the attack was over he was out of breathe and the flames had completely singed his coat. Taking the jacket off he let's it fly into the wind and watches his beloved coat dance in the embers of the remaining flames.

"That was my favorite jacket!"

All of a sudden sparks of energy let lose from within The Mercenary's arm.

"Heh, heh...I guess I won't be needing this..."

He then throws the Masamune into the side of a nearby tree. With his energized arm he begins to get down on one knee and dips his arm into the ground like a pool of water, causing ripples throughout the grass and dirt. After finding what he needed within the earth he begins to bring his arm back up to the surface with an evil grin that pierced through the other warriors flesh and bones. And out it came...his mighty gunblade the Cross Sword. With his hand wrapped around its trigger he stands up perfectly straight and points its tip towards Mourdor...

"This should do nicely..."

[IcyMourdor]

[COLOR=sky blue]*Being weakened from his own Merton spell, Mourdor floats into the air, trying to catch his breath*

I have no more mana and Bahamut is gone. All i have left is...

*Mourdor glances down at the katana is his hand*

...this blade.

*Mourdor says a short prayer as the engraved runes began to glow*

This is going to be fun.[/COLOR]

[BlackThornn]

*while the fighting had been going on he'd set up a ramshackle supply stand, he sits inside with a cheeky grin on his face, and a sign on the counter he made.. seemingly the only thing with any real effort put into it's making, it's intricately calligraphed in old english styling*

Ether= 1000 gil

Turbo Ether= 2500 gil

Potion= 100 gil

Hi-Potion= 1000 gil



Special while supplies last! -----v

*this last part is in a modular slot at the bottom of the sign*

Ultima Materia- 1,000,000,000.

*he leans back in his fold-up chair behind the little counter and continues to watch what unfolds before him*

[IcyMourdor]

[COLOR=sky blue]*Mourdor sees the item stand*

Damn merchants, they don't quit trying to sell things.

*Mourdor sends a same fire ball at the item stand*[/COLOR]

[Soul Angel]

*Soul quickly grabs some Turbo Ethers from the stand before Mourdor's fireball hits it*

Ha that was close, here take this and keep the change!

*Soul gives BlackThornn the gil she owes him for the Turbo ethers. Soul looks at Sword 4 Hire and Mourdor as they prepare to fight this each other*

Hmm I'll let them fight each other, and then I'll take on the one left standing afterwards haha!

*Soul continues to watch them both*

[BlackThornn]

*just chuckles, grabbing up a shell stone and crushing it in his hand, at the same time drawing up some of his energy, causing his other hand to glow and the air around it to crystalize into an ice fog, he first throws the hand foward that carries the crushed Shell stone, and around the shack a spherical barrier erupts... then he snaps his other arm out open palmed, a wave of ice flows out directly into the path of the fire.. the shell and the ice spell are both weakened before his spell connects with the fire.. but it was only meant to weaken*

.....! *unfortunately, it didn't weaken as much as he'd hoped, and he ducks behind the counter as remnants of the fireball douse his shack in flame... after a moment he peeks up again, looking at the mostly undamaged (singed, yes..) shack ...just in time to see the calligraphed sign erupt in a brief flash of fire*

AAAAAAAAAH! $!($&!#($%!&#(%&!(#%&@#*($!)_)@$*!*$&~!@()$*!*&%!! !!!!!!

*he snarls, looking over at Mourdor and grabbing up the Celtic fasioned hand and a half sword with a single, just barely glowing Heron mark near the crossgaurd, and kicks apart the rest of the shack to get out*

Now I'm pissed...

[Soul Angel]

*Soul suddenly turns round and looks at an angry BlackThornn*

Wow looks like Mourdor is starting to make quite a few enemies around these parts!

*Soul looks at Mourdor again with an evil grin on her face, while still keeping an ear out on BlackThornn*

Haha looks like the odds are stacking up onto you and you have no where to turn, this is defintly going to get interesting!

Come Mourdor lets see what you've got!

[BlackThornn]

*despite his anger he casts a nonchalant smirk over at Soul Angel* Mourdor shouldn't be casting around so much fire. Makes too many enemies.

* then he shifts his grip on his blade a little, the Heron mark glowing brighter as he stalks purposefully over toward Mourdor.. keeping his senses open to the rest of the area... though he seems oblivious to the soft green glow coming from the wreckage of the shack*

[Soul Angel]

*Soul watches BlackThornn starting to gain up to Mourdor*

Mourdor is a threat to us here he must be stopped before its to late!

*Soul continues to watch the battle while gaining her strenght back from Mourdor's last attack*

[Sword 4 Hire]

"Heh heh heh...it seems Mourdor's actions have upset us all..."

The Mercenary looks over at the brute Black Thornn as he cautiosly nears closer to Mourdor.

"Hey you....watch my back on this one..."

Sword 4 Hire prepares his attack....

[Soul Angel]

*Soul watches as it looks like Sword 4 Hire and BlackThornn may join forces to fight Mourdor*

Hmm maybe just maybe if the three of us thought together against Mourdor, then we might be able to defeat him!?

*Soul continues to watch them but slowly starts to walk towards them, she then stops and stands there and brings her sword in front of her face*

The time has come Mourdor for justice!!

[BlackThornn]

*blinks over at Sword4Hire and raises his eyebrow lightly.. then shrugs a little, holding back from charging Mourdor but keeping in a ready stance, circling slowly to the right*

I guess that's fine.. he did scorch you first, after all. *chuckles*

[Sword 4 Hire]

"Hey cut that out....it was my favorite jacket...."

Begins to circle to the left, watching Mourdor out of the corner of his eye, all the while keeping an evil grin peeled across his face...
Sword 4 Hire looks at Black Thornn, and then at Soul who just begins to walk towards Mourdor as well.

"Once he's done, you two are mine...."

And with that last word said the young mercenary begins to charge Mourdor with incredible speed, coughing up dirt and rocks in his trail, turning from physical matter, to nothing but a blur along the horizon. With his Gunblade whistling in the wind and ready to strike, he grows closer and closer to his target until he is a few feet from him, until.....

Nothing....nothing but the sound of the howling wind and the breathes of the watching warriors. The Sword 4 Hire completely disappeared inches away from Mourdors position.

Suddenly the Mercenary reappered a few seconds later with the same ol grin on his face......right behind Mourdor....

"Surprise..."

And with that one word already beginning to drift off into the air...the Mighty Cross Sword was digging into Mourdors back....finished off with a shot from its barrel...

[Soul Angel]

*Soul continues to watch the fight between Mourdor and Sword 4 Hire, she then starts to talk to Blackthornn but still keeping an eye on the other two*

Be careful that blood thirsty mercenary is up to something, he's bound to turn on us both two sooner or later!!

*Soul quickly uses one of the Turbo Ethers which she has*

Ha I'm fully recovered now. BlackThornn its up to you to decide to join forces with me or not, the choice is yours!?