What was first thought as a preposterous notion seemed to finally shaping into a possible reality. Of all the Wyrms on Ivalice supernatural soils, the Hell Wyrm was only second to yiazmat. It was as large as it was gruesome, yet as the trio worked together, attacking the beast from three different angles, it was becoming clearer to all three of them that their strategy, though seeming random, was working. Lannit’s explosive Needle Storm from the right provided the distraction that Jaakuna needed to utilize his not-as-threatening powers he obtained from Zodiark and unleash non-elemental flames into the hardened skin of the beast. At the same time, Lorenzo shot forth a rather impressive orb of powerful mist-empowered magick at the beast. And with that tirfecta, the beast cried out in agony. The attacks forced it to come closer tot he ground, a gust of inferno released as a crater the size of the beast itself formed underneath its large form. The gust sent all three men flying in their respective directions. Jaakuna was shot upwards all the way to the wall where his back made a large thud, and sent the blonde male free-falling to the ground. Thankfully, however, Belias would summon himself and catch Jaakuna, making sure to pyro-teleport himself twenty paces away from the raging inferno swirling around the Hell Wyrm. Meanwhile, Lannit was sent the same distance as Jaakuna was, only he remained on the ground, but did he ever make a large thud against the wall. Unlike Jaakuna, however, he didn’t have the assistance of an esper to help him, so he was forced to take it like a man. But it hurt like a bitch. Lannhit would look over and see that Lorenzo too had a unwelcomed greeting with the wall. Thankfully, by the looks of it, he came out of it better than Lannit did. “[color=crimson]You’re an idiot, you know that, right?[/color]” Belias reprimanded Jaakuna. “[color=crimson]What did you hope to accomplish with that reckless action? Of all things, you use Zodiark’s influence?![/color]” Amid the roars from the Hell Wyrm, Belias’ voice was heard. “[color=ed1c24]Belias —[/color]” “[color=crimson]You couldn’t use a scathe or maybe Flaraja?[/color]” Belias continued his scolding of Jaakuna. “[color=ed1c24]If you would —[/color]” “[color=crimson]Given your mistakes before, I thought you would’ve learned by —[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]Would you just shut up and let me talk![/color]” Jaakuna shouted. Belias looked at him, beast arms crossed over his chest. “[color=ed1c24]I know what I was doing. And I know what risks I took, but when I was digging into the remnants of Zodiark, I came across something rather interesting.[/color]” Jaakuna had a look on his face that he never thought he would. It was an expression that hinted at a revelation, and Belias mused an intrigued sound. “[color=crimson]Well, I’m waiting.[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]I can’t explain it; it’s just this feeling I got.[/color]” “[color=crimson]You’re hopeless.[/color]” Belias shook his head. About twenty paces to the right, Lannit stumbled to his feet, and approached Jaakuna and Belias. His eyes were widened as he saw the tall esper. His run slowed into an awkward, slow jog, eyes never leaving the gaze of Belias’ towering form. “[color=ed1c24]You look better than I thought you would.[/color]” Jaakuna quipped. Lannit nodded slowly. “[color=crimson]Lannit, I am sure my appearance pales in comparison to the Hell Wyrm.[/color]” Belias remarked, seeming annoyed by Lannit’s foolish wariness. Jaakuna agreed with Belias, which made him look over to the goliath of a beast. The inferno was raging on, but something seemed..off. Or, at least, it gave Jaakuna this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Come on! We need to get Lorenzo away from that.” “[color=mediumslateblue]Jaakuna?[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]I can’t tell exactly what it is, but something about that inferno is unsettling. And Lorenzo is too close for comfort.[/color]” Jaakuna didn't’ wait for Lannit or Belias to reply. He took off to a sprint, casting Haste so it would speed up his movements. Belias followed, using the same spell. Lannit would scratch his head and also cast haste as he wouldn’t be far behind the two. By when they reached Lorenzo, Jaakuna’s feeling was right. As a large glyph appeared above the large beast, the inferno storm would compact around its form. This glyph started to rotate as alarming speeds. And from each line of the glyph came the same fiery winds from before, only this time it increased twice as much in the intensity. From that, a homing flurry of inferno orbs shot at the trio of blonde men. They were coming so fast that they would only have moments to react. But would it be enough? It would have to because it was coming straight at them. [hr] “So that’s her, right?” “Yeah. She’s been asking a lot of questions. And none of them good, not if we wish to keep our plan secret.” “What does The Boss say? Kill her or kidnap?” “Against council, The Boss wants to see her alive. Apparently she’s interesting.” “How so?” “She has unlocked the seal.” “Who, that dainty girl? No way!” “It’s true; though, I don’t think she’s not fully realized what she’s capable of. If she had, then she wouldn’t have failed in purifying her friend from the Darkness.” “Oh well. Let’s nab her, then.” [hr] “I’m sorry, girl, I don't think I know who you’re talking about?” A merchant said. The blonde girl in front of him wanted to know about Sylvester Alexander. As if he would know where the recently-revived prince was at. What kind of fool did she take him for? “Listen girl, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing you can —” Suddenly, the Merchant went silent, a terrified expression on his Bangaa face as he saw two familiar [url=http://i.imgur.com/C2gcyHS.jpg]faces[/url]. One was Caeruleum, the Azure Wright, and Sanguine, the Blood Wright. Two terrifyingly dangerous Humes that were part of the Dark Dagger Guild, a branch of the Brotherhood. “[color=007fff]Nadeline Lenore?[/color]” Caeruleum asked, his gold eyes looking on the princess, “[color=007fff]we hear you’ve been asking about Sylvester.[/color]” Sanguine looked at Nadeline, smiling softly. In the next moment, tendrils of blood ran through both shoulder-blades of the princess, then they coiled around her body as they would lift her up onto Sanguine’s shoulders. He, as well as Caeruleum, disappeared into the ground through a bloody, tar-like liquid. Only in thirty minutes would they resurface somewhere grimy, and stinking of death. “[color=007fff]Boss, here is the girl you requested,[/color]” Caeruleum gestured to Sanguine who removed the girl from his shoulders as well as the coiled tendrils that bound her. Oddly enough, there was no wound from where the tendrils had originally struck. As a figure in a dark cloak would turn around, the hood came down, and a mane of silverish-blonde hair flowed. It wasn’t that long in the back, but the sides and front had interesting bangs. When he would look at Nadeline, he waited for her gaze to meet his. “[color=8C7853]Nadeline of the House Roselia, Princess of Rozarria, daughter of Lorenzo and Karolina Roselia, and third to the crown. And if I’m not mistaken, future queen of Dalmasca.[/color]” The male said with an empowered voice. “You hear that, my brothers? We are in the presence of royalty. Bow, my men! Bow!” The male bowed, showing Nadeline the respect she [i]obviously[/i] deserved. “[color=8C7853]So, tell me my dearest princess, why do you seek Sylvester Alexander? What is it you wish to know about the recently revived prince of Dalmasca? Do you wish to ask his permission to marry his brother? Or do you, oh I don’t know, want to make sure he isn’t going to stand in the way of his younger brother’s claim to the throne?[/color]” The male waited, looking at Nadleine, observing her face as he would gesture her to answer. She indeed had the floor.