System:Of The Ugly

In a distant future, an unfamiliar silent air eerily crept in the small town of Liendry.

"It's just a word, a nice little word, just a noun, an adjective and a verb and that's it... innocent and simple."

A familiar rugged voice in an old familiar bar reminisces, he sat on one of the many stools which were now eerie and lonely.

With silence now the noise of the once rowdy men the bar would often house, beneath the lights he sat with only a squeaking fan playing a forlorn song greying low the bar.

County Zack sat alone, jerking two ices to clank on the walls of an empty glass he twirled

"Thinking about it... you don't really need much to let your lips dig you a bed six feet under.. if your lucky enough that is, well it depends on a certain episodes of moods but that was a word we'd all learn to avoid. Tell me Rich! do you think he's alive?"

On he lament with every choices of words built by his tongue to better compose himself. Yet in his words it was clear that there were a sense of doubt and need.

Sensing the honest Zack was Rich across the bar, still dressed with his smooth and unchanging monotonic composer of his own, still bland yet intriguing in the eye, wearing his usual black and white he poured a soothing brown of whiskey on Zack's thirsty glass.

"Does it matter what I think?.. that'll be 300!"

"300 huh?!... prices and money!.. two truths that ruled this world, even with death in our doors."

"We do what we do to eat. Now speak clearly or its another fifty for every word out of your hole." said Rich, nonchalantly tending to the bottle of whiskey back to his arsenal of beverages.

"Pricey!! well since I'm broke now and might even soon cease to exist... Can you look after the town while I'm gone?" Zack asked a piercing question, gulping his whiskey down in one fell swoop.

*Wheezing*

For the goodness he just forced down, all the while Rich remained a mute, uncaring for the question Zack asked, pretentiously busy-ing his hands in the back.

"With your throttling engine ofcourse. Hahah! I'm just kidding really..." Zack then continued with a rather wretched smile as he slapped both his thigh up from the stool.

While Rich remained unbothered for the customer who payed no dime for his services. The air there was cold and quiet, all but serious and mournful.

Zack let lead his long legs to strode towards the door where the quiet but hard to ever miss Dooke bowed his taller than any stature.

Tapping kind the giant's shoulder, Zack then asked another self conscious question, "Was I any better?"

****

Now in the present time,

They were locked, head to head, each trying their hardest to push through the other. Phillipi and Rianna were - in terms of raw physical strength equally powerful.

Both unnerved, both far gone in their questionably loose temper.

Both stubborn enough to rid all senses for other moves, just a strong willed need to beat and ram through the other's head.

The two were at their utmost focus on their tug of rivalry their eyes glints for no other concerns to their other surroundings.

That was when they failed to realise that from a hiding trunk of one of the many trees, another bandit with a perk of a lizard through and through stalked the two littler power-borns.

The scaly green bandit with eyes of bulging yellow find itself a ripe moment for an ambush, what does he have to lose and victory was more than granted. Two little power-borns childishly fighting, a cargo unguarded. It was a hunt which in the bandit's sight was already fruitful, a golden treasure guarded by babies.

A silent hop from tree to tree was all that the bandit's scaly long and muscly legs needed for a death pounce, a stealthy ambush.

A precise sight from his perk, garnished the bandit a way for an accurate strike. With ten sharp claws -each more than an inch, deadly and handy and hard, they could easily pierce skulls.

All but blind to all but their significant other, Phillipi and Rianna were still locked and neither of them had not budge a single shadow of a step from their head's collision.

Both gritting their teeth, with all muscles teaming as one, pouring strengths to their necks, they could only stare at one another, a tunnel vision of rivalry.

The bandit stuck its long slit tongue in glee as the sharp claws shook eagerly as they in a bursting pounce descended to rupture the two little rivals.

The only watcher present was Raul, who as you might have guessed sweated his hiding brows, panicking in the sudden sight of a 'Dinosaur!' or as he gulped.

"Phillipi!!! UP!!! D-d-d-diinosaur!!" he screamed, more of a squeal as higher was the pitch.

A warning Phillipi heard so did Rianna but stubbornness runs in their hot-headed blood as they both refused to shy their angry gaze away.

This to Raul was excruciating to watch, scared to act as he very well knew his strengths. His heart now beats more to a violent panicking rhythm as his hidden eyes clearly saw the lizard descending down for a bloody strike from above.

'What are they doing, I did warn them and I can't do nothing else right?.. I'm just me!? right?!'

Time seemed to slow down for Raul, he was surprised to clearly see the lizard was unearthly slow, his heartbeat was also surprisingly calmed yet rapid and rowdy and his mind grew to be strangely at peace, 'I-i-- *Mmffph*' widening his nose for a deep breath, 'A new start!' he affirmed himself.

Closing his eyes for a funeral -for his once scaredy self and now he blinked for a new life, a timid but now a brave friend.

Ridding his cowardice with the many sweats he swiped away and as fast as his weak spindly body would muster some faint strengths, he leaped out from his comfort hidden zone, all with tears of bravery in his eyes and with a sole purpose, to hopefully push his first of a friend away from his death.

Meanwhile as Raul prepared for his first act of bravery -all but success the bandit saw in those eye of yellow, his wide scaly grin and swaying slender tongue tasted the sweet seductive scent of the many wines in the truck.

And now there above the two rivals he now casted a deadly shadow just as Raul leaped out of the truck and screamed, "PHILLIPII!" without a stutter.

An alarming moment which finally swayed the rivals mind away from their petty clash. Rianna with her impeccable talents at such young age felt the lizard's presence from up high, also his shadow was not a thing she or any would miss and also the sickly boy's scream.

Phillipi however simply followed an intuition or so his current self would deem as he just as Raul shouted his name for a second felt in his neck a sense of danger from above.

In the same beat the still clashing heads of the little rivals turned their sights up towards the pouncing lizard.

Their bodies unmoving but just their small necks staring a menace to whoever was brave enough to disrupt their dispute but little do the rivals knew - that at such close distance, where you can touch your significant other's nose while your foreheads are stuck in a ramming battle, all that would somehow lead to a first.

Confounded they all were -the bandit, Raul and the two rivals too -What was a competition of stubborn strength now turns into something that flustered a fierce maiden's cheeks.

A Kiss -and all too palpable and on point.

Phillipi and Rianna kissed under a romantic shade of a lizard in the sky.

Raul fell dead on his face when he saw the two little monsters intimacy, his first act of bravery turned to an act of plummeting the asphalt with his face.

A kiss of his own but not against a tender lips but the hot asphalt below.

Phillipi was in turn shocked and stunned as his body freezes in all aspects and his mind wanders in this mystifying paradise his lips just set his foot in.

As though fire was lit in her cheeks, Rianna turned red and in a sudden twist she tugged her chests with her slender arms as she cried a cutest little roar a cub could make.

- *KYAA!!* -

Erupting a massive volcano of whirling fire drakes. A blast of twirling red, powerful and burning that lit high up the sky in a small area around her, burning the lizard to a crisp and regrettably so was Phillipi's lips which was abruptly shunned and burnt away from the paradise.

Scenes back at the standoff however grew back to an air of restlessness, that was then that the other four women of the Sunflower Plateau felt a stinging presence that grows more eerie with each passing moment.

Threatening enough to tempt the ever stern eyes of Fiora's to a more slanted gaze as she prepares for whatever was monstrous enough to garner her focus.

And not long after came a man with white faded hair rough and jagged they poke up the sky, a tanned buffed armor for muscles, a red stinging pair of eyes with a scar on the right from the brow, stern was his gaze which pierced Fiora's own.

Making his grand threatening entrance from amidst the very back of the rioting bandits. All the way he walked, solely he was the only man present in the standoff who dared to move, let alone standing face to face with Fiora who twitched her brows a slight when their eyes then met close.

With every senses of being he writes of the hard to miss hulking Ramstein and his bulging rage for a fight as he calmly addresses the four, "The Sunflower Plateau?!! well this ain't good."