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Succeeding in the struggle, Ace forward-rolled out of Syrus's grasp, her hand skimming around the handle of her blade as she kicked herself back up to her feet, swinging her weapon just to a short stop by the young man's neck. "I don't think you're in a position to say anything right now." Ace's words were cold, veiling the rising anger and disgust within herself. How could she allow some lowly SeeD to best her like that? Admittedly, the moomba had been an unexpected complication, but right now, she needed to be stronger than ever. Too many lives relied on her to lead them, to get them through this arduous battle.

Weakness wasn't an option.

She raised her sword high, intent on dispatching the troublesome SeeD before her so that she could move onto protecting her men. She would make it a quick, clean death.

And then...out of the corner of her eye, she saw a reflection in her blade. The sound of steel ripping flesh. A pitiful, choked voice that somehow pierced through the cries and clashing of weapons, striking Asa straight in the gut.

"Sorry, sir..."

No.

Not you too.

Fett slumped to the ground in a pool of crimson, the life dimming from his eyes as a man stood before him. That man with the scythe.

Asa abandoned the injured SeeD without a second thought, no longer consumed by thinning the numbers or any strategic nonsense. The pain of losing another soldier tipped her over the edge, sinking her deeper into the vortex of vengeance as her sword immediately clashed with the scythe. Her speed had taken the SeeD by surprise, the force of Asa's attack causing him to stagger back slightly as he quickly started to defend every blow that came his way.

Ace showed a finesse to battle that the late Fett hadn't. Experience and determination had moulded her into a formidable fighter, and the depths of her anger only fuelled her onslaught as she threw a foreswing at the SeeD, only to be intercepted again at the last second by an impossibly quick deflection of his scythe. That Haste spell...it's preventing my moves from hitting.. The realization surfaced from the fog that hazed her mind, blinking as she immediately snapped to her senses. She spryly stepped back, hand on her Paramagic Drive as she drew out the power she needed.

"Dispel!"

Whether or not her spell had landed would be left unknown as a bolt of lightning intercepted them both, causing Ace to trip backwards from the shock as her attention was instead drawn to the growingly bizarre turn of events.

The bloodsoaked girl had finally broken free of the freezing magic, and as soon as she did, a large, fleshy, spherical abomination surfaced from behind her. Ace was immediately aware of the hundreds of eyes that roamed the battlefield, her blood running cold as her instincts screamed at her in desperation.

Don't look at it.

She immediately averted her gaze as she rose to her feet, and soon enough, it became apparent that her men had not been so wise.

One unfortunate soldier was rooted to the spot, his expression of terror frozen to his face as his skin rapidly turned stone grey. Another was crouched on the ground, sobbing as he covered his face, the petrification slowly taking effect as his limbs started to stiffen and his skin began to change hue and texture...

All the while, the girl was slinging Thundara spells in all directions with those mysterious orbs of hers, aiming only to cause havoc and wreak destruction to her surroundings. The power of her attacks were certainly impressive...but they lacked control as they appeared to assault both Galbadian and SeeD in their wrath. It was clear to see why; upon a closer inspection on the strange orb wielder it was clear just how much pain she was in. Physical? Emotional? Both? Either way, it didn't matter.

Ace needed to make a move. And fast.

"Move your ass! Now!" She roared, tossing a Soft from her limited stock of supplies straight to the slowly petrifying soldier. It was by pure luck that he caught the glimpse of the vial out of the corner of his tear-stained eyes, a shaky hand reaching out and grabbing it quickly before it smashed to the ground. He mouthed a 'thank you' (perhaps to his lieutenant, or to whatever faith he believed in), and drank greedily from the vial with his single unpetrified hand.

It was one life Ace was able to save. And it definitely wouldn't be the last on this tower if she had anything to say about it.

"Lieutenant." One of her remaining soldiers approached her from the side, clutching a slashed arm from the ferocity of that bear that had suddenly appeared. A GF, no doubt, but who it belonged to was hard to identity amongst the fighting soldiers. "What...are your orders sir?"

"My orders?" Ace closed her eyes, finally aware of the cuts and bruises on her body that she had sustained during the fight. Nothing, compared to the casualties of at least half of her squad.

If this kept going...what would happen? It was very likely they could take down at least a handful of the SeeD, but the body count for her squad would only climb in the process.

Could she do it? Could she give up their lives, just for a pat on the back and a 'well done, son', from her commanding officer when they were done?

No.

There was still another option. A chance that Fett had given them before his passing.

"Inform them that we have a SeeD captive. There will be undoubtedly more on their way, so prepare for a Code Red if necessary."
"Yessir!" Fett gave her a quick salute and a smile. "Congratulations, Lieutenant. Drinks on me tonight, sir."

A rare smile appeared on Asa's lips at that moment. He wouldn't have realized it, but Fett would be the one to save them all.

"Survive," she answered the soldier simply, meeting his perplexed expression with a confident one. "That's my order."

At that moment, a large shadow blotted out the sunlight, capturing the attention of everyone on the summit as they looked to the skies. A powerful gust of wind blustered through the field, knocking back the SeeD on their offense as the Galbadian soldiers looked on in wonderment.

From the clouds emerged a large, state-of-the-art Galbadian airship, coated in a blood-red sheen that gleamed eerily in the setting sun.

"They're...they're here..." Branon choked, his face streaming with tears and blood as he looked on with pure joy. "They came...for us."

There was no time to waste. A ramp had already descended from the base of the ship, awaiting the Galbadian survivors. Ace yelled at them to move, and the ones that did were quick to make their escape into the ship.

"I'm gonna give you all a piece of advice, SeeD." Ace turned her head towards each of the members of SeeD. The bleeding red-head clutching his leg. The breathless man wielding a scythe dripping with blood. The agonized girl, swathed in the force of her own chaotic magics. The instructor, fallen to his knees from the effort of calling his bestial summon.

Which ones, she wondered, would survive?

The sound of metal sliding over metal distracted them from Ace's words, as large twin gatling turrets protruded from the depths of the ship, shuddering and clicking into position.

The reality of the situation would take a moment to sink in, Ace knew. And boy, would she enjoy it when it did.

Her foot rested on the ramp, waiting for the final soldier to board, before awarding the members of SeeD with one final word.

"Run."

Name: Koshiro Hoshizaki

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Birthday: September 17th

Appearance: Flamboyant and fabulous!

Ultimate Title: Ultimate Director

Personality: Koshiro is the sort of person that commands total attention from others when he enters a room. Loud, proud, and just a little bit camp, he speaks in a whimsical fashion and isn't afraid to speak his mind about things or other people. He is the first to dive head first and jump to conclusions, which can land him in quite a bit of trouble. He is always scouting for talent, even when he's in school, and takes great appreciation in beautiful men and women and will propose that they star in his movies. His pushy attitude can get overbearing for many, but Koshiro's ambition is a force to be reckoned with.

Likes: Strawberries, vintage movies, interior decoration, the feel of velvet

Dislikes: Unsanitary things, introverts, bad acting, cold weather,

Simple Backstory: Born to a famous Japanese actress and film producer, Koshiro grew up fascinated with the world of film. At a tender age, he bullied his friends into starring in his home movies, and whilst his parents originally indulged him in his enthusiasm out of amusement, they soon noticed that Koshiro had a real knack for directing. Deciding to nurture his talent, Koshiro spent almost every waking moment working on his film, and finally completed his first feature-length film at the tender age of 11. He received critical and commercial praise on the independent film market, bolstering his confidence and his status as the rising 'Ultimate Director' despite his youth. Since then, his other attempts haven't quite risen to the same height of fame as his first, but his determination has never wavered. He will make the perfect film one day, one that will take all of Japan by storm.

However, he needs connections, and the perfect cast to star in his ultimate film. And what better place to make his dreams come true than Hope's Peak Academy

Let me know if this is ok :)

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