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Completely unaware of peeking eyes, he continued on with his small mental study of the ash covered ground. Standing back up, his hands slapped together to push off the remaining ash.

Oh well..No point in trying to figure something out that had nothing really to do with him. - Whatever.
It was time for him to practice and try and get his skills back up. Wanting very much to be prepared incase the crazed homo foe decided to try and get another grab. The techinque the man used was unlike anything he had ever seen before..But he knew with his Guradian Forces at his side, it would be at-least somewhat of a fair fight.

Snapping the straps undone from behind him, the gunblade slipped nicely out, gripping firmly into his hand. Reaching up high, the blade almost kissing the sky, he let his arm fall forward. Stopping in mid-slice, his arm held steady as he grasped the gunblade by the handle. The setting sunlight flickering across the polished blade making it seem like a golden sea flooding over the metal..

Giving a deep sigh, his eyes closed. Trying to get into the concentration he needed to fuel himself.

"...."

The quick snap of the cape flapping so proudly in the wind, even if it was a flutter of a butterfly, it was enough to catch the attention of the soilder. Only enough to make him open his eyes and pause for a moment to cast his eyes to the side. Staring out the corner of his eyes, he waited.

He felt like..Someone was ...-watching- him. Maybe it was just him being in such an open and bland field such as this. Ignoreing the matter, his view was this : the intruder would show himself, one way or the other.

Reclosing his eyelids, he took another few moments to collect himself. Once ready, arm grasping the handle swung to one side as the soilder's body shifted around. Golden butter like rays of sunlight grazed along thick leather attire. Wasn't he hot in it? Squall had become a-customed to the leather and all it brought with it.

"...."

Practicing different swings, Squall did a few spins and at some point- as well aa running start to push himself into the air and become airborn, slash downward and up -missing the ground completely. Landing on one foot and a knee, it was enough to get some more practice swings in.

Finally, deciding to try his hand at even better aim, a hand trailed into a dark brown pounch which hung somewhat heavily off the man's side. He'd always been great with aim, one had to when Weilding the Gunblade. Reaching into the pounch, the hand grasped a few flat, black, hard disk's. Lifting them infront of his face his eye's registered the shape, color, and thickness. Giving one last look, his arm cocked back and put force into the throw. Tossing them high into the air, hzel hues watched as they almost kissed the purple and pink painted sky. Stepping back, he kicked off again.

Blade flying, he did his Trigger Attacks. Puling the trigger as he swung. One, two three- One by one he timed and tried to pace himself. A hard task at hand when one is soaring through air. -Hitting the disk's in a timed but quick fashion, they all gave off a loud -BANG- something like a exploding gun going off not even far away. Hitting and swinging at each one before they fell, he made sure to keep his aim accurate.

Landing feet first once more, he stood still letting whatever was left of the disk's hit the ground around him. Showering his small area in bits and piece's of broken ruble.

"....."

Reaching up to wipe his brow, he stabbed the gunblade into the ground to sit a while and pause. He needed a small break. Unsure of what to do next. Pracitice more? It would get dark -real- quick and he needed to find his way out..Otherwise he'd be camping out in these woods tonight.

"?"

That whole motion made him stare upwards before finding the strength to stand up. A hand resting on his faithful unblade.

"....Who are you? "

This guy looked like someone Seifer would hang around. But he knew where he was from..maybe he was here to take him back to balmab?

"...."

Whatever..

He closed his eyes, a hand grasping the handle pulling it free from the ground. Lifting it up and resting it onto his shoulder he simply...Walked off. Maybe he wasnt there to take him back.

His motions paused, if only for a moment. A silence followed, it was the figures only reply for a few minutes.

"..Whatever "

It wasnt -his- problem anymore..He only wanted to find the terrorist's...Once he found them he could finally let her rest in peace knowing her honor had been restored. And maybe the peoples too..But he wasnt in it for them..

Unless this guy intended to go after the men behind it, he wasnt interested.

He didn't have time to rebuild cities. Maybe this guy was some sort of recuiter for Voulnter workers or something.

((I cannot understand that post...You'll have to rewrite it in past tense so i can understand it. Sorry ^^; ))

((lol yea that made more sence and the avatar can't be done i tryed lapping the darkcape and ninja scarf together doesn't do it >< I"ll post tonight after squall when i get home))