Seifer's Sacrifice Chapter 5
The Hunt Ends
I have no quarrel with you, Seifer called to the man on the Malboro
But I have one with you, the barbarian called back.
I dont even know you.
Than why do you want to fight me?
You killed my father!
There it was. During the wars, Seifer has taken lives but it was impossible to tell who this man was talking about. Revenge was a good reason for someone to fight but Seifer had enough of his past coming back to haunt him. Instead of drinking the liquid the ex-mercenary glared at the barbarian.
It was you. Youre the one whose been trying to kill me. So why do you think Ill drink this poison? Seifer growled.
There you are wrong. My companions tried to kill you up til now. I wish to kill you in honorable combat, though you dont deserve it. Drink the elixir or dont, it matters not to me. Ill be happy to take it back once youre dead.
Seifer looked from the bottle to the barbarian and back again. He didnt know if the barbarian should be trusted. However, the barbarian did help him and was offering the ex-mercenary the rare potion elixir. Both actions shown that the warrior couldve killed him after the battle with Malborowhich wouldve made him very exhaustedbut he chose not to.
With a shrug, Seifer quaffed the elixir. The potion worked amazingly quickly, recovering Seifers T-Rexaurs bite and the poison he suffered earlier. Even his hip from the fall felt better.
Prepare for Helheim, the barbarian said while jumping off the Malboro.
Yo. You want Seifer, you will have to go through us, ya know, Raijin said, stepping in front of his friend.
DEFEND! Fujin concurred.
No. This is my battle. Please, Seifer calmly said, stepping in between the two. Stay out of this.
The ex-mercenary leveled his gunblade, shoulder level, pointing the tip at his opponent. Swaying back and forth, Seifer began trying to confuse the barbarian by remaining in motion, keeping him guessing on which angle he may attack. One-handedly, the barbarian slash across Seifers exposed knee once he came forward in his sway. Before the ex-mercenary could counter, the barbarian was several paces back.
Again, Seifer held his gunblade in both his hands, lowering it in front of him and holding his ground. Never has the ex-mercenary been so quick to change his fighting style from his own to that of his rivals. However, the stance did keep his enemy at bay, leaving no real exposed weaknesses in his defenses. The fact that the barbarian held more respect for Squalls technique just infuriated Seifer even more. On came Seifer, swinging his gunblade down, across and up. All three powerful blows were deflected with ease.
Im going to enjoy sending you to Helheim! the barbarian bellowed, swinging his sword from side to side.
Though he was one-handed, the force behind each strike was fierce, powerful, and precise. If Seifer didnt level his gunblade just right or if he was too slow, he wouldve been torn in half. After parrying a left swing, Seifer brought his gunblade up from the ground, which was predictably intercepted. The blades locked. Seifer fired his gun.
COWARD! the barbarian yelled at the cheap trick.
Without missing a beat, Seifer sliced his sword vertically down, cutting into the fabric of the heated air in the desert and then he turned his gunblade to the side and made a cross in the air. Pushing the flaming cross out, Seifer expected a devastating hit on his opponent. The second unsuspecting attack caught the warrior in the chest. Seifer took the advantage immediately, jumping up to finish the job with all his strength and speed behind the swing. It was blocked by the sword, one-handedly and behind his head.
Seifer backed off, shaking his head in denial. Somehow, he knew what the ex-mercenary was thinking. It was the only reason Seifer could think of for the surprising parry. A feral growl escaped the warriors lips as he rushed the ex-mercenary with his long sword swinging. Seifer parried the swipe but couldnt react from the sudden stab to his ribs. Seifer blocked another swing, though he knew it was another feint and he was stabbed again, this time in the forearm. The stab was not mortal but the wound severed several muscles in his arm that now he couldnt command, which cost him the grip of his gunblade.
With his right arm useless, his dominate arm at that, the ex-mercenary was not looking very good. Down came the long sword for a devastating chop but Seifer manage to lift his blade up to parry. The warriors arm and strength, unlike Seifers, were almost inhuman as much to that the swing snapped the gunbladed in two. Without missing a beat, the barbarian followed it up with a knee to Seifers gut. Both Fujin and Raijin charged, hoping to get to their friend in time.
STOP! the barbarian commanded. Both froze immediately, feeling the powerful spell behind that word tightening their muscles until they couldnt move or even blink.
Seifer, as a coward you dont deserve a last request but I will be this merciful. Pray. Pray for your soul for your life is finished, the barbarian stated.
Seifer, on his knees, did close his eyes and bow his head. However, he did not pray. Instead, his final moments he just wanted to remember. Remember his innocents being lost to him that dark day.
Wake up! Come on, wake up, Seifer cried over his friends body. Bringing her to the infirmary, he begged and begged them to wake her up. Every time a doctor opened his mouth, Seifer cried and called out to her to awaken.
A strong hand grabbed the young cadet, pulling and dragging the boy away. Seifer commanded whoever it was to release him but it was useless. The second they were out of the infirmary door, the man who dragged the boy slugged him in the gut.
What the hell? the boy cursed, looking up to the man. Instructor Strife?
What were you two thinking? the instructor snapped.
She we she wanted to defeat T-Rexaur before the exam, Seifer shouted back, forgetting his sorrow. The young cadet anger increased when the instructor lifted him by his caller to see the instructors face to face.
Why would you do that?
She wanted to defeat
That wasnt the point! the instructor spat, throwing the boy to the floor. The exam wasnt about defeating T-Rexaur. That great beast was put into the training center to push cadets to their limits but in the end, they all needed to understand that there are some battles that you must flee from.
What? Thats stupid! Seifer wailed at his superior, for he couldnt believe that his friend has died because of a misunderstanding.
You were training us to run away! You should been training us to become stronger and preparing us for any battle.
You cant win every battle, Instructor Strife stated bluntly.
I will never run from any battle and I will never surrender. I will
Fight, Seifer slowly said while opening his eyes as the barbarian leapt into the air.
True to his aim, the warrior chopped down to split Seifers head in half. Flipping blade over hilt, a mighty sword of the size of two men landed in front of the ex-mercenary, deflecting the attack. As the unexpected blade came out of nowhere and saved Seifers life, the barbarian leapt away from the sword and placed himself in a defensive stance.
With renewed vigor, Seifer stood to his feet as the sword shrank into a usable size. Grasping the hilt, Seifer removed the blade from the ground and waved to his opponent to continue. With a bellow, the barbarian charge headlong to his prey.
Seifer slashed out a heartbeat before his opponent was in striking distance, attempting to force the barbarian out of range. Instead of dodging the attack, the barbarian swung his own sword to deflect the slash. He dived into a roll as he felt a twinge of pain on his chest. Rolling into a defensive position, with his sword across his chest, the warrior looked down to the deep wound across his chest above the bullet wound in his side. Then he looked at his opponent and saw that half of his blade was on the ground!
Both charged the other with their swords leading, when a third broken blade was tossed in between them. Seifer was shocked to see his old gunblade literally destroyed before him and the barbarian was equally surprised to see his handsome brother was the one who tossed the gunblade.
Thats enough, Tyr, the handsome man commanded.
Are you crazy? He still lives! the barbarian cried.
I know, the handsome man began, dispelling his brothers spell that held Fujin and Raijin. He is alive. Cant you see him, easily wielding Zantetsuken?
Tyr turned sharply to Seifer and his eyes seemed as if they would pop out of his head. The barbarian couldnt believe what his brother was implying and Seifer seemed completely lost. The handsome man looked down to the only blade that could kill a god and back up at the two combatants.
Behold my brother. Seifer Almasy is our fathers avatar.
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