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femslashficlets2015-08-24 11:36 pm
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Or Be Undone
Title: Or Be Undone
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: G
Prompt: #021 - Late
Word Count: 200
Summary: When floating continents fall, it's time to run.
"But Shadow!" pleaded Terra, even as she fireballed a demented cross between a jester and a ninja that Kefka had probably only just invented. Running on her toes made for a graceful-looking leap over its charred corpse.
Everyone was running. And fighting. They had to get to the edge before the magic holding several hundred thousand tons of rock in the air gave out.
"We will have to hope he can make his own way," said Celes, as she used her shield to bash another jester-ninja in the face, her blade cleaving it in half before it could recover. "There's no time to go anywhere but the edge. We've got to get to the airship."
Her white cape streamed behind her as she ran, a beacon among the drab rocks. Not, however, quite as visible a beacon as Terra's frequent fireballs. There weren't many survivors that required attention from Celes' blades, or Cyan's.
"Do you think he's alive?" asked Terra, worried and not at all out of breath as she step-leaped over a rock.
"I believe that if anyone can survive ambushing Kefka, it is probably Shadow," said Celes tersely. It wasn't that she was ungrateful. There were simply priorities.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: G
Prompt: #021 - Late
Word Count: 200
Summary: When floating continents fall, it's time to run.
"But Shadow!" pleaded Terra, even as she fireballed a demented cross between a jester and a ninja that Kefka had probably only just invented. Running on her toes made for a graceful-looking leap over its charred corpse.
Everyone was running. And fighting. They had to get to the edge before the magic holding several hundred thousand tons of rock in the air gave out.
"We will have to hope he can make his own way," said Celes, as she used her shield to bash another jester-ninja in the face, her blade cleaving it in half before it could recover. "There's no time to go anywhere but the edge. We've got to get to the airship."
Her white cape streamed behind her as she ran, a beacon among the drab rocks. Not, however, quite as visible a beacon as Terra's frequent fireballs. There weren't many survivors that required attention from Celes' blades, or Cyan's.
"Do you think he's alive?" asked Terra, worried and not at all out of breath as she step-leaped over a rock.
"I believe that if anyone can survive ambushing Kefka, it is probably Shadow," said Celes tersely. It wasn't that she was ungrateful. There were simply priorities.