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[h3]Yon-Ging [b]☉[/b][/h3][/center]

[indent][color=orange][i][b]Think[/b],Yon! Think or this is the end for you! for everyone![/i][/color] 

The worst part about the sinister storm that now shredded him up. Was its disguise. His earlier thoughts about the corrupt and now his likewise predicament had not escaped him. Even being diced up in the vortex, he found a way to smile. [color=orange][b]"Just another monster prancing about beautifully. A luring light within the darkness."[/b][/color] He was prepared to dash through, to endure even larger lesions when an angel saved his life. 

Jet black hair fell as he staggered to a knee. Heated blood drenched in places he had never been cut. To be honest, this "Marluxia" character would be only the fifth person to ever wound him. As the man came around to cut the woman down, a massive blade dropped to bar its path. The loud clash and subsequent burst of air was testament to their strength. Yon-Ging accessed his situation, there was too much happening, too many lives hanging in the balance for to go into depth. For now, all he knew was that the new arrivals were helping out. He could decide on whether they were speaking truths or not later. 

He realized a silly moment too late that his sword was long in his hand, all he had was Vell's handgun. He looked at it through pain-eyes before standing to his feet. [color=orange][b]"You got it, Tifa. Cloud."[/b][/color] He stepped forward, aimed down the sights of his weapon, and pulled the trigger twice more. Tifa and Cloud? Those two were fast, battle-hardened too. They'd take advantage of that gunfire.

[color=orange][i]One more bullet left,[/i][/color] he thought, keeping his eye on Marluxia.[/indent]