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FFVIII: Depth
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Alternate Universe?
Rating: PG
Summary: The boss fight at the end of disc one. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"I'm not going to go easy on you."
Seifer gritted his teeth when Squall said that; as if he wanted Squall to go easy on him. He was going to kick that little shit's ass and he was going to strain Squall to his limits before he did it. "Same to you, puberty boy."
Squall never did have a comeback for that one, but he didn't need one. He just swung straight out with Lionheart, and Seifer countered, catching the slash and laughing, curling his lip in derision. They fell into the old rhythm, slash and block, parry and counter, always moving fluidly from one technique long mastered and now unconscious to the next.
What are you doing?! This isn't some simple fight for children!
Her voice was in his mind and for a moment he could see nothing but her, her right in front of his eyes, and he faltered. And when he faltered, Squall got in a slash, marking a line across his cheek that bled way too much for the size and depth, and missed his eye by about an inch.
"Little bitch," he hissed, when he could see Squall again, and wished he hadn't dumped all his magic when he got his Sorceress.
Whatever you need, I can give you, little one, she whispered, and he wanted to rip her to shreds as much as he wanted to serve her and prove that he wasn't little or weak or a child. He felt her power in him and he drew on it, flinging a fire spell at Squall as he attacked again, driving him back to the edge of the float.
"Cheating asshole," he heard Squall grit out, but he didn't give him time to think or counter or even breathe, slashing at his head and down at his legs, sweeping across his stomach and ripping a gash in his shirt.
"Why don't you just give up?" he taunted, circling, letting Squall recover just a little, getting ready to destroy his pathetic guard all over again. "You never did get that the best defense is a good attack."
When Squall charged at him, it quickly became clear that Squall took it to heart.
Don't talk to him! Just kill him!
He couldn't keep her voice from his mind, the image of her from his eyes, so he just fought blind, trusting her, giving his all to her and realising there was a new exhilaration in just giving it all up to her, letting her take it and recieving her power inside him in return.
"You're out of your depth, Squally-boy," he told him, not even sure if Squall could hear him any more.
But it was Seifer who was out of his depth.
She didn't blame him for it, he retreated to her side and watched her fight, and when she flung the icicle, he smirked at his rival's fall, just as if Squall had fallen to his blade and not some sorceress-trick.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Alternate Universe?
Rating: PG
Summary: The boss fight at the end of disc one. For
30_fantasies."I'm not going to go easy on you."
Seifer gritted his teeth when Squall said that; as if he wanted Squall to go easy on him. He was going to kick that little shit's ass and he was going to strain Squall to his limits before he did it. "Same to you, puberty boy."
Squall never did have a comeback for that one, but he didn't need one. He just swung straight out with Lionheart, and Seifer countered, catching the slash and laughing, curling his lip in derision. They fell into the old rhythm, slash and block, parry and counter, always moving fluidly from one technique long mastered and now unconscious to the next.
What are you doing?! This isn't some simple fight for children!
Her voice was in his mind and for a moment he could see nothing but her, her right in front of his eyes, and he faltered. And when he faltered, Squall got in a slash, marking a line across his cheek that bled way too much for the size and depth, and missed his eye by about an inch.
"Little bitch," he hissed, when he could see Squall again, and wished he hadn't dumped all his magic when he got his Sorceress.
Whatever you need, I can give you, little one, she whispered, and he wanted to rip her to shreds as much as he wanted to serve her and prove that he wasn't little or weak or a child. He felt her power in him and he drew on it, flinging a fire spell at Squall as he attacked again, driving him back to the edge of the float.
"Cheating asshole," he heard Squall grit out, but he didn't give him time to think or counter or even breathe, slashing at his head and down at his legs, sweeping across his stomach and ripping a gash in his shirt.
"Why don't you just give up?" he taunted, circling, letting Squall recover just a little, getting ready to destroy his pathetic guard all over again. "You never did get that the best defense is a good attack."
When Squall charged at him, it quickly became clear that Squall took it to heart.
Don't talk to him! Just kill him!
He couldn't keep her voice from his mind, the image of her from his eyes, so he just fought blind, trusting her, giving his all to her and realising there was a new exhilaration in just giving it all up to her, letting her take it and recieving her power inside him in return.
"You're out of your depth, Squally-boy," he told him, not even sure if Squall could hear him any more.
But it was Seifer who was out of his depth.
She didn't blame him for it, he retreated to her side and watched her fight, and when she flung the icicle, he smirked at his rival's fall, just as if Squall had fallen to his blade and not some sorceress-trick.