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[color=goldenrod][i]Goddamn it all![/i][/color]

Etoile was an inquisitor. She was the enemy. She was part of the reason he lost nearly a decade with his brother, why he lost his parents and the villagers he grew up with. The elders who often ridiculed him for being too hyper for his own good. It didn't matter Guild or inquisitor,  the conflict between them made Helios the scapegoat, forced him away from his family, and, as a result, Pagonia left him with Anatoli. Sure, Zes was thankful because Anatoli Solis was the closest thing he had to a father.

But that didn't matter. She was... She was.. [color=goldenrod][I]She fought alongside us on the barge and in the forest.[/i][/color]

That's right. If she truly wanted to kill them, wouldn't she have done it by now? Etoile rivaled Pagonia in strength. If she wanted to turn them into the inquisitors, wouldn't she had done so when they were resting? 

[color=goldenrod][I]Yeah, like I know what means of contact the enemy has.[/i][/color]

As he rubbed his temples, frustrated Zestasia kept his furious gaze on Etoile. She approached him and he held his fists up, tightened until his nails dug deep into the flesh of his palm. He didn't know what good that did, especially considering his weakened state. He wouldn't say anything as she stood over him. He wanted to meet her in the eyes but all he could do was stare at the emblem on her armor. Memories flooding in and out until the sharp tone of Etoile's voice brought him to the here and now.

Wind rushed up and he didn't even hear the vines approach from behind. What Zestasia did hear was Etoile's not-so-voluntary suggestion for him to worry about killing her later. 

On some level, the tyrant-like quality Etoile had in her entire demeanor was working because he stood up — albeit wincing through the entire process.

A moment later, as he tried to figure out what he was going to do now that he was vertical, a strong gust of wind blew his golden locks back and was shot up. The next thing Zestasia felt was...nothing. And that proved to be strange for him until he looked up and saw a small clearing through the mess of branches above. The sun was hitting him like a solar rod of sorts. Immediately, his body absorbed the glorious sunshine.

[color=goldenrod]"Woo! I'm feeling the power now!"[/color] Zes exclaimed, grinning like he had just won a big score. He took in a deep breath and felt his power returning by the second.

He let his blue eyes fall on Etoile and narrowed them. But just as he did, she fell to a knee and the whisper of her wind aura seemed to fade. And the sound of rushing vines came in.

Gritting his teeth, Zes had to put his rage on hold. Or he could just take out his frustrations on these annoying, overgrown weeds! [color=goldenrod]"Solaris Palio!"[/color] He called out and his body lit up like the Helios Sun Day Festival! He took a spot in front of Etoile. [color=goldenrod]"After we're done here, you're next!"[/color] He promised as he punched straight ahead and through the first vine. And then did it a few more times for good measure. [color=goldenrod]"That all you got?"[/color] 
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