The grass of the salquador grasslands was filled with nourisment at this time of year, perfect for wild chocobos, and though the grasslands were often filled with travelers today was an exception. For the many times she had visited they had not been empty, but then the grasslands were never empty.

The graceful, goldern neck of a female arched down to the grass. Breifly opening its glistening beak to chew at it. The female had probably already heard her approach yet was too content with the grass to break off. A sweet scent reached the chocobo's nostrals as its brilliant blue eyes darted off to the half celestrial before it.

Ayumi held out the treat before the hungry chocobo, she knew it was scared yet the food was far too tempting for it. The female turned its head towards the treat, sniffed it inspectingly then opened its beak, ready to chew.

Perched on a tree not to far from the girl and the stupid yellow bird, Zed had drew his sword and beggan to observe the women from a distance. His master had once told him that studying your opponent before a battle could be the key to your victory.

The constent light breeze annoyed Zed hugely as he hated the sense of calmness and peace. Not to metion the overwhelming smell of the flowers which made him crindge.

"Your Soul Shall be Mine Soon enough Girl" he Weezed to himself as he drew his sword and held it by his side.

Ayumi watched the female eat up the greens and then jog odd to the rest of her herd. Ayumi straightened up, her fingers twitched as she listened to the wind blow gently across the tall grass that seemed to stroke her side. The trees of the distant forest seemed to tilt slightly in the wind, with less of a wave than the grass. The winds had picked up, and where whispering past her ear.

In a lightning movement she had pulled her bow off her back, drawn out an arrow and turned. She let go. The arrow was airodynamic, built for speed, its acurrate ability had already seen the target and was shooting towards it.

Fwadung! It sank into the bark's mois flesh beside the man she had know was coming, her alertness warning him of his prescence and a warning signal had been carried out.

Zed sighed as he launched himself off the tree onto the pure green floor. Instantly the flowers and grass began to wilt around him. This continued as he began to leisurely walk towards the girl with the bow.
"Why do they have to resist?" Zed asked himself as broke into a sprint. Zed was filled to the brim with confidence as he had slayed many a female in his time.

Ayumi frowned, drawing two arrows in her fingertips and aligned them, initially these two would seperate in the slip stream aimed for his chest and would end up in his shoulders, or just cut off his sideways escape route.

She fired and watched is they did exactly as told, but he was running too fast towards her to pull out another pair. Thinking quickly she backflipped and sprouted her wings. Her Celestrial blood pulsing through her veins as they flapped, sending gusts of wind towards the ground below. With the atvantage of her hight she readied two more arrows and took aim.

Surprised at the fact this girl was actually an angel, Zed dived foward and sprouted his wings simultaneously . Each of the arrows clipped Zed's large black wings only managing to catch a feather on either one. Coming up from underneath the angel, Zed slashed verticly towards her abdomin. He had not seen an angel since his descent ino darkness and his exaltation from the heavenly realm.

Ayumi flipped forwards as the mad dove benieth her, loosing hight as she did so, and only scarcely evading the blades. She should have known when she looked at him, the features of a fallen angel were all over him, yet the beauty of the arrows had destracted her, giving him an advantage. She drew out her and placed it in an easier place to reach then propelled backwards to fire her arrows, this time aiming them directly for his stomach, she had no will to kill yet but it may slow him down enough.

It had been along time since Zed had fought one as skilled as an angel and as a result his was rushing his dissicions. Quickly Zed moved his wings infront of him forming a shield. The Arrows Stuck hard into the tainted wings of the fallen angel as he grounded himself. Pulling the arrows from the very tips of his wings, Zed bellowed out a deathening cry. He was bleeding, badly but not bad enough that a bit of black magic could not heal. Concentrating he began to murmer magical words of dark healing. This left him open to attack and extremely Vulnerable or so it would seem...

Inside she cheered as he lowered his defence by taking time to heal, quickly she leapt forward, firing one arrow and drawing her dagger. Taking herself ready for the plunge into his stomach with the blade. She had seen far too many attacks on the angel's recently and he may be the sorce of it.

Surprised at the angels sudden attack, Zed used his lightening reflexes to narrowly escape the arrow with a well timed side step. This also brought him to the side of the lunging ranger-elf so he swung down feroiusly with his mighty Katana. Angels, un-earthly beings full of light and mercy, so weak. They were the exact words he had used long ago just before he killed his angel master.

Ayumi desperatly swerved sideways, trying to move out of his attack. The blade caught her in the waist providing a scratch only a few milimetres deep but it seemed to roar like fire. Quickly she propelled backwars and braught out three arrows. One for each wing and one for the head. She fired them.

Enraged by the site of his victims blood, Zed enter a frenzy. He dived to the left narrowly dodging two fo the three arrows. The third however, pierced his right wing leaving a shaft hanging from his dying flesh. Picking himself up, Zed sliced at the Angel's feet hoping to imoblize her.

Annoyed by his endurance skills, Ayumi backflipped gaining the height she needed and fired a vast array of arrows, she didnt count them. She just kept on firing them in a swarm towards him. She glared, perhaps this battle would be a little harder than anticipated.

Tempest walked through the forest. He could here and feel the sound of battle ahead of him. He began to move quicker readying his Scimitar as he did so. Maybe he would make an ally maybe an enemy but either way Tempest was ready for battle. He slowed his breathing and became apart of the landscape around him. He shrugged his cloak down slightly giving him more manouverability. Then he ran.