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[indent][b][i]Near Bethlehem, Israel, Green Sahara[/i][/b][hr][sub][@Nerevarine] [@Tenma Tendo][/sub]

The space between himself and the girl was intimate, even as her eyes rose, glowing gold than cooling to blue, Yevon simply stared. His instincts were on high-alert. He could hear the approaching of a hurried steed, one far too panicked for some passing rider. Frustration made him frown lightly. If only he had salvaged his sword from the wreckage of the Gummi Ship. He was so sure that the blade was lost that he hadn't bothered. Now he felt that it might had been a mistake.

A horse neighed and a set of feet dropped to the ground. A blade was brandished. The girl he had saved was coughing, her throat sounding hoarse. She drew close to him and finally, Yevon spoke calmly, [color=silver][b]"Sorry, but I don't know what you're saying."[/b][/color] He placed himself between the blade-wielding warrior and the girl. [color=silver][b]"However, if its a fight you're after then come."[/b][/color] He gestured for the Rider to attack.

Vibrant flames began to flicker against his skin and arms, warming the air while the slow roar of a fire whispered to life. If this Rider had lightening on his sword, than Yevon would meet it with fire.[/indent]