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[Celes approaches with caution, as well. She doesn't like the looks of this thing and sizes it up as they get closer.]

We need to see what it's weak to first, before we go in blazing.

[As usual, she's taking charge.]

I need some of you to follow me to the other side, but some stay here. We need to distract it, force it to split its attention. Protect the mages. We can take this thing.

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[Locke nods. He's good at causing distraction, but it's been a while since he's fought with his friends so he holds for direction ensuring he doesn't undermine their advantage.]

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[Terra pauses to cast Libra, then....]

It's weak to Ice spells.

[Well, good. At least the mages would know what to use in order to help bring it down.]

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[Edgar arrived a little late, carrying his spear and bringing along... a moogle? Yes, one of the castle moogles, the crystal chalice clutched in his little paws. His first words are directed at his tiny companion.]

Stay back until the creature is dead - we can't afford to lose that cup.

Got it, kupopo! Go get 'em!

Thank you. [And, with a nod to the moogle, he steps up to join his friends, lowering his spear into attack position.]

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[Celes nods, barely sparing Edgar a glance as he arrives with a moogle... She won't even ask.

Gathering herself together, she darts around to the opposite side and blasts the creature with Blizzara, keeping a little distance until she can see what it does. She needs to know its defense and tactics before she can devise a proper strategy against it. ]

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[Unable to hold back any further and hoping to keep the creature off balance, Locke pulls out his boomerang nestling it comfortably behind his head before launching it safely from a distance. He smiles broadly as it hits the sandhorse squarely between the eyes.]

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[Terra concentrates on sending a Blizzara at the sandhorse as well, her large shard of ice connecting with and knocking back the creature. It soon retaliates, with a vicious, powerful sandstorm sweeping over them all. Terra cries out, raising her arms to shield her face.]

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[Balthier makes a point of spitting out the sand that managed to make its way into his mouth, having raised his arm to shield his eyes.]

Irritating little bugger, isn't he.

[Though not fortunate enough to have magic on his side, Balthier has shelled out the gil and stolen components to have more elemental bullets synthesized, especially useful for situations such as this. He takes a moment to load a number of ice rounds into the chamber before firing, positioning himself in front and slightly to the right of Terra to act as a human barrier if need be.

He squints one eye as he levels Arcturus and fires, an ice crystal forming around the Sandhorse's middle and shattering just after the bullet lands.]

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[Locke pulls his bandanna down shielding his face from the full effects of the sandstorm, even if he felt the sting of the grit against his skin. Recognizing that anymore subtlety had vanished and his friends couldn't survive too many of these all encompassing wind attacks, he separates himself from his friends in an effort to distract the enemy.]

[Satisfied that he's far enough around, he flings his boomerang at the creature's tail hoping to draw it's wrath.]

Go ahead and try it again! I'm over here!

Edited Date: 2011-06-07 12:01 am (UTC)

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[Celes shields herself as well as she can. She's watching Locke and the others carefully. A three-pronged attack. Not quite what she'd envisioned, but it'll have the same effect.

The elemental bullets are recognized and she nods toward Balthier for a split second, telling him without words that those are helping and appreciated, before she darts inward. If someone's going to take the thing's attacks, it may as well be her.]

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Locke, be quiet! You're not armored for that!

[Whereas he and Celes were. And at the moment, it didn't matter that Celes had two men fighting over her, she was a general and this was what she did best. Let the people suited to taking damage take it; it could be fixed later. The dragoon in him, though, brushes off the sandstorm better than the rest - the wind is what he's comfortable with. Edgar uses it as a booster to leap high, turning the jump into a vicious dive with the spear held down straight for the creature's neck, landing with force on the sand - and yelling.]

Get back!

[Being at home gives him some advantages - such as explosives. Weak to ice or not, a timed grenade being thrown at the creature will still hurt it, and Edgar jumps again to get away before the explosion.]

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[At a sufficient safe distance from the explosion, Terra casts Haste and then returns to the offensive. In quick succession, she sends a couple more blasts of ice to strike at the creature, hoping the bombardment will wear it down in short order.

Of course, it responds with another sandstorm, sending it spreading over a wide area. Shell makes that sting less than it should, but it still does and so Terra will concentrate on healing for the next segment.]

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[He chuckled inwardly. He'd remind his friends quickly of his true strength in battle. Careful timing would be required for this to work and he bided his time resting lightly on the balls of his feet.

When he saw the sandhorse ready itself for another storm directed at his friends, he finally yelled back with a tip of his bandanna loud enough to catch the monster's attention.]

Armor? That'd just slow me down!

[The creature's attention was caught as Locke held his ground. He couldn't see anything as the sandstorm approaching. Hoping that the attack gave his friends the opening they'd need, he sprung into action diving for the rock he had spotted earlier.

Grinning, he watched the sand pass by safely overhead.]

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[Things Bartz was regretting right now: The dancer outfit. It had seemed like a good idea for something to wear in the desert but really it was just failing to protect him from all the scrapes that his normal travelling clothes would have prevented.

Oh well.

He takes a deep breath and exhales it as a torrent of water directed toward the sand horse. It's not ice - not yet, anyway, but he recalls this spell being very potent against desert foes when he used it at home.]

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[Celes backs off when Edgar yells, preparing for the explosion and the sandstorm that results from Terra's spells. Glancing at Locke, Celes throws a frown his way.]

Don't get yourself killed or I may have to do it myself!

[Not that she would ever intentionally hurt him, but a little friendly teasing is something she's learned is good.

Turning her attention back to everything else, she darts back in to hit their enemy with Stock Break, ready to take the brunt of whatever retaliation it has.]

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[Firing a few more rounds into the enemy, Balthier raises an eyebrow in Locke's direction, a wordless criticism that has nothing to do with their conflicting interests.

Well. It seemed to have worked, but taunting the enemy like that when you weren't armored to withstand its wrath wasn't exactly prudent.

Not that he had ever done something foolish in the name of protecting his friends. Of course not.

He frowned and spit sand as neatly as he could manage after the following sandstorm.]

That's getting old very quickly, I must say!

[Bang. Another blast of ice, right in the kisser.]

Edited Date: 2011-06-14 12:32 pm (UTC)

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[Agreeing, Terra begins to transform after she's done her part to heal allies. They may have numbers on their side, but that sandstorm was dangerous, and she doesn't want to give the Sandhorse many more opportunities to use it. At least Balthier -and everyone else- has seen her like this. There's no room for self-consciousness, anyway.

Focusing on the creature, she bombards it anew with ice.]

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[Locke pops his head up from behind his rock, throwing his boomerang for good measure.]

[Eh. He's not worried about dying, even more so with his friends around.]

What? That thing's still alive?

Do I have to sneak behind him with my dagger?

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[Landing next to Locke after another jump, Edgar grabs the thief's collar and hauls him upright.]

See if you can get his eye! You take the left, and I'll take the right!

[Blinding it would mean that it couldn't lash out at them - and with any luck, one of their strikes would drive deep enough to reach the creature's brain. Edgar jumps again, using Locke's rock as a booster, high over the battlefield, only to come screaming back down at top speed aimed for the right side of the creature's head.]

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[Celes' eyes moves to Edgar at his command to Locke, glad it will distract Locke from doing something else that might get him hurt. For now, she glances back at Terra. Maybe another double attack close on the heels of the last two will help.]

Terra! Cast a spell!

[Celes draws up her magic at the same time and crashes down with Thunder Slash.]

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[Terra nods and spins after charging magical energy into her arms, firing several crescent-shaped bands of energy at the opponent. If it doesn't end now, it will soon.]

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[Locke grins at Edgar, before taking off for the Sandhorse. He hadn't planned on getting so close to their foe, but he wouldn't argue with the order.

He sprinted towards the creature, jumping up from behind the creature slamming his dagger right through it's eye.]

What would you do without me Edgar!

[Whoah, the creature bucked hard causing Locke to lose his grip getting flung to the side.]

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[Edgar is also sent flying when the thing bucks, but his dragoon skills enable him to turn it into something of a jump and a controlled fall. He hits the ground, spear held out and ready to make another attack-]

[-only to find that the creature is thrashing, a dull, odd roaring coming from its body. Whatever did it, it's clear the monster is dying, and Edgar moves forward ready to make a final blow if necessary.]

Terra, please see to Locke. Mokumo, the chalice. We need to be quick.

[The little moogle understands, running up to Terra and holding up the Crystal Chalice.]

Here, kupo! For the tree!

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[Reverting her human form, Terra pauses to heal Locke before turning to the moogle. She nods, taking the Chalice.]

Right!

[Not one to waste time, she darts forward.]

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