Grant and Lola clashed several times, with Grant shooting at her, though it was a lost cause. The wind and sand kept messing up his shots, otherwise Lola would have had six bullets between her eyes by now. She was also very, very fast. Still, he noticed that often she would end up slipping in the sand at some points, though she recovered quickly. She was like an annoying wasp he wanted to smack but just could not and it was getting annoying. Lola dug her blade in the sand and lifted it, effectively spraying Grant with sand. He instinctively raised his arm to block, though he realized this was her intention. 

She charged, intending to stab him and he shot at her. The bullet grazed her cheek and he couldn't help but curse. That would make seven bullets that should have been between her eyes. Still, it did make her flinch slightly, so it did accomplish something. He raised his fist and punched her, sending her back. She looked like she was about to retaliate, but a flock of feathers intervened. Grant's jaw dropped as his chocobo attacked Lola. He was almost afraid that she would attack it. Still, Lola ended up falling backwards and down a cliff.

"[b]Good boy...[/b]" Grant murmured as the chocobo came back, nuzzling him. He mounted and decided to keep going, looking for Emiri.

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Nadeline's eyebrow raised rather dangerously when Clyde mentioned that the information was not free. What exactly did he want, anyway? He was getting on her nerves--no, he was already on them and she just wanted to finish and be done with him. He was so not invited to the wedding, though she predicted he would show up anyway, the asshole. She placed her hands on her hips, awaiting his words. As he mentioned that what he wanted was to go with him, the first thing she did was look at Wesley. Why the hell was she going to put up with him? No way. "[b]You can go yourself on your own time. We have a way to get there.[/b]" She snapped quite curtly, though she couldn't help but throw a glare at Wesley for simply accepting this. She knew the type of person Clyde was. "[b]I would rather only worry about the enemies in front of me and not have to constantly look over my shoulder for the knife to stab me.[/b]"

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The lights then turned yellow. Aloa nodded in approval. Things were going well. They would surely finish soon. "[b]The next step is facing your rejection. What I mean by this is your rejection to things or events that have happened that you did not understand or could not accept. We tend to reject ideas, reject our own emotions...but by doing so we shut out the very thing that we need: compassion. To overcome your rejection, you must remember the passion and unconditional love you feel inside.[/b]"