43rd Sphere

[got_blitzed]

[Jecht has seen the writing on the wall.  He tuned into the radio broadcast, heard the weeping voices, listened to Lucy Smith, and he's seen the hazmat suits wandering around town.  He knows most of his friends can handle themselves, but there's one in particular he's worried about.  So he wastes no time in gathering up his weapon and heading straight over to Garnet's place.  Once there, he plants his sword into the ground beside him and simply stands in front of her house, arms crossed and looking none too pleased.  He might not be able to do anything for her, but that's not going to stop him from trying anyway.  The poor little summoner has been through quite enough already, and he's resolved in his head to fight whoever it takes to give her some peace.]

Comments

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[The hazmats follow after him dutifully, axes raised. They do not stop, and more keep appearing on the other side of the street.]

Gratuitous Sin City paraphrasing ahead

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

Good. It's working. Gotta get 'em away from Garnet's place.

[Jecht tries to stay just far enough ahead of the hazmats that they can all keep him in their line of sight. Eventually, though, there's nowhere left for him to run. Recognizing he's at the end of the line here, Jecht hefts his sword and shrugs, grinning defiantly.]

"You should know... a real ace never gives up."

[And without wasting another word, he dashes into the crowd of hazmats, swinging his sword and his fists with all the fury of an unchained beast in its death throes.

The power of the Final Aeon drains away from him midway through, and he weakens with every blow he rains down upon his enemies. There's no chance in hell of his survival now, but damn if he isn't going to do his best to take a few more down with him.

The Guardian dies, and his Summoner lives. Fair trade.]