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[h1]Jack
Riverside[/h1][/center]
 
The words the beasts said were of no consequence. Their actions, however, did.

Simplistic tactics, yet effective all the same. Distract, Delay, Divide. With their greater numbers, a far more feasible and effective strategy than if only two were to try it.
 
He would just have to work a little harder to deal with this.

The one trying to get between him and Fran. The two trying to hold him down. Lightning flashed, as the power from his hands struck out in arcs, countless bolts flashing towards the two trying to drag Jack down, as the one in between him and Fran took a fist directly to the face. 

The beasts rejected the Human Order, did they? If blades and weapons of Civilization were to be rejected, then the lightning of Creation, of the primordial creation of life, should sting.

Two more. They moved too fast, quick enough to reach the domain of Servants, both going toward Fran. Mid-attack, he was forced to let them go, unable to strike them as he struck the others.

A scream tore itself from his throat, as he watched Fran face them down.

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[h2]Fran
Riverside[/h2][/center]

Close. Too close. Both the monsters, and Jack. 

Limited options. 

-no perfect choices. 

A bad choice, then. For her perhaps, but for her Jack…

The right one.

As the beasts moved, she did as well. 

She knew he’d understand. 

She just wished-

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[h3]Jack
Riverside[/h3][/center]

-He saw her eyes.

One last time then.

A running retreat. Step back.

His arm reached out.

If only there was another path. If only he was greater. If only he had been- 

Those thoughts he had thought throughout the night disappeared as he affirmed his resolve. 

“THEFT OF THE HEAVENS!”

That blinding light.

It hid a tear.


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“Hey, buddy.” Space had been made, a Disengaging maneuver. A small retreat for a better position with Fran in his arms

“A thief doesn’t kill in revenge. My blade is meant for heists, not for hatred.” Fran’s body shimmers, and begins to fade.

“But now, now I [i]don’t care.[/i] And besides...this isn’t my weapon.” 

The Bridal Chest swings, and lightning flashes with it.