While Gracelyn went about her sneaky murderings, Jericho was much more forward, lunging at the nearest guard and thrusting the butt end of his scythe into his gut, the spike on it leaving a small hole in the man's gut. Kicking him back, he swings the bladed end around and hooks it around one of the wounded man's friends neck and pulls, letting the head roll off it's owner's shoulders. Returning his attention to the wounded man, he spins the scythe over his head three times before putting the same spike in the man's head and ending his misery. By this point the remaining Galbadians weren't sure if they wanted to fight or flee by the look on their faces.

One stepped forward after they argued amongst themselves for a moment, this one wielding a sword. "Y-you are u-under arrest for a-attacking a G-Galbadian military installation unprovoked." The young man gulped as Jericho maintained an impassive look under his hood. "D-drop the weapon and s-surrender." Snorting, Jericho flowed forward, his scythe knocking the sword from the scared soldier's hands and then gutting the man.

[color=Gold]"I am Jericho Joranis of SEED. And have any of you ever known a SEED to back down?"[/color] The color from the remaining men's faces draining was all the answer he needed, but they flowed forward with their swords and guns anyways. [color=Gold]"Very well then, Blizzara!"[/color] The ice spell left many of the Galbadians stuck to the ground or frozen solid. [color=Gold]"You're falling behind, Gracelyn! I've already killed at least three more than you."[/color]