“Here’s to You” edition.
We last left off with an easy victory in Bariaus Valley, and everyone celebrating their victory. Shawn, Metal Gear Vincent, Ramza, Agnes, and Black Chocobo, all of whome deserve a rest, have instead pushed through to save Princess Ovelia because it’s best that she runs around with Ramza and pals instead of living a posh life style and be asked to make some public appearances once in a while.
Chapter 2, Battle 9: Golgorand Execution Site
Metal Gear Vincent stands next to his mount (not shown). Goal is to fly on top of the guillotine…thing and fire like hell.
I swear, knights fucking love geomancy no matter what iteration of the game you’re playing.
One of the few legitimate threats I’ve run into so far…wait a sec, Charge? Never mind!
Right off the bat they tried to gib my chocobo and Metal Gear Vincent, but that didn’t take, and Metal Gear Vincent mounted his chocobo and flew off to snipe.
Gaffy getting blown the fuck out.
At some point the knights killed Shawn, but that’s small potatoes. Metal Gear Vincent can just fly over and pop off a Phoenix down. In the mean time he’s got adorable time mages to blow up.
That’s right, knight, stay that course!
Another draw out! Holy crap! It’s like I’m able to actually use my draw outs! (Note to self, never again will Ramza main Samurai).
Afterwards, Metal Gear Vincent turned to the camera and smirked.
You slack jawed fucks, you didn’t even give Shawn a second to breath!
More blows are exchanged, and then that fucking Geo-Knight nailed Agnes with Hell Ivy’s stop effect. I swear to Christ, I’m going to put that dude in The Sharp Shooter when I get a chance.
First David Hayter and now Metal Gear Vincent? Who else are you going to take from us?
Things are getting dicey. Shawn’s fading quick, Metal Gear Vincent can’t be raised, and I’ve got a pringles chocobo and two slow units left against 3 other slow units.
Agnes next, she decides to introduce the last time mage to a Fire Ball
Blade Grasp looks really weird with different elevations.
My fingers quickly went for L1-R1-Select-Start combo to restart…but then I remembered what I told myself when I started this blog. “If he dies, he dies”. While I was quoting Ivan Drago from Rocky IV, I wasn’t referring to Apollo Creed, but more promising myself that I wouldn’t restart on the account of someone boxilyzing/crystalyzing. My head held high, I took the crystal on Ramza’s next turn.
Two turns later, Agnes hurled a javelin into the final knights’ chest, ending the fight.
It feels so empty without Shawn here.
Some work had to be done. Marty, who’s been sidelined since the beginning of chapter two was brought to Bariaus Valley and trained up. Metal Gear Vincent went off with his chocobo and mastered Auto Potion. Ramza put down the Katana in favor of a sword and became a squire. Lionel Castle was not going to be a joke, and I had to work accordingly.
Finally after a long battle of repetitive motions, I’ve got something of a fighting chance against Lionel Castle.
Chapter 2, Battle 10: The Gates of Lionel Castle.
Remember last time I was here?
I wonder if I could just repeat that and get in.
Guess it’s not gonna work.
Ooooh hey, I forgot that Vincent had Scream as a Mediator.
Metal Gear Vincent lets out a ungodly cry and Marty takes off and damn near wipes out the archer nearest him.Ramza decides to use Yell and speed up Metal Gear Vincent, and climbs down to open the gate on his next turn.
Agnes and Marty are like old partners at this. Maybe I should have stuck with Marty longer.
The summoner revved up the Front Train and started charging Shiva. That Summoner is never a good thing to leave alive ever, so something had to be done.
Unfortunately the Chocobo didn’t kill the summoner, and Shiva diamond dusted him soon afterwards. Marty took it as well, but that didn’t stop him from charging the summoner with a sword in his hand and throwing it into the summoner’s chest, business end first.
Don’t worry guys, Ramza’s got a song for you guys! Except for you Marty, you just have to wait.
Two caught Shuriken later and some high potions, I’m doing pretty good. Not celebrating yet though, even if Auto Potion is making this fight a lot better. Metal Gear Vincent phoenix down’s Marty in vain as the knight on the bridge just throws another shuriken at him and takes him down.
Oh hey, it’s Gafgarion. I forgot this dude was in the battle.
The knights charge Metal Gear Vincent, but Auto Potion with 100 Brave (thanks to Scream earlier) means that they’re not killing him anytime soon.
“Wheels, you ready to rock this shit again?
Gafgarion made a half-hearted attempt at Metal Gear Vincent’s life, but Auto Potion just topped Metal Gear Vincent’s HP, and that was the last thing Gaffy got to do before he got bum rushed. One of the knights rushed for his crystal, ignoring the fact that she just charged into the middle of three people who had just previously killed the person that crystal belonged to.
Back in action.
And here we are, one last knight standing, and a full house on my side. Marty redeems his lack luster performance in the beginning of the chapter with a tactical Shuriken to the knights’ chest.
Finally, the time as come for the final battle of chapter two.
Chapter Two, Battle 11: Inside Lionel Castle
Ramza, Agnes, Marty, Black Chocobo, and Metal Gear Vincent came into the chambers of the cardinal, swords and gun half raised. There was no cheer. There was no post battle high fives exchanged. There was an air of boredom about them as they pushed through the corridors of Lionel Castle, any resistance met along the way was brushed aside the same way you would wipe off eraser shavings from a pad of notebook paper. Even the torches on the walls were dim with boredom.
Morale should be high. Morale should be soaring like Kanye’s ego during an interview. Morale was in short supply.
Having finally put down foolish notions of being a samurai, Ramza resigned himself to his fate of sticking with the Squire route. A tired route, one that was like a well used road where the track marks are more like trenches. Ramza knew it was only a matter of time before he would end up the same as every other Ramza before him, though how he knew that truth he could never figure out.
Likewise, Agnes never truly cared about being a knight. She was only there to learn how to break weapons and the like, but her heart was never in it. If one were to measure her love for knightly duties, a scale of one to ten wouldn’t cut it; her love for knighthood would never go beyond 1, so the excess numbers would be useless. Instead one should use a zero to one scale, so that the marker would never go above zero.
Marty has no idea what he wants. He was eager to join Ramza and follow him, but he never thought anything after that. When Ramza asked him to put down his knives and put up his dukes, Marty did so without hesitation, but there was no emotion there. He played soldier and did what was asked of him, but it never resonated with him. When sidelined after the bandits attacked Ramza and crew in Dorter, he was happy. For the first time since joining up, he felt at peace. And then Ramza called him back out, face full of grief. He was to take Shawn’s now vacant spot. His heart broke, but he soldiered up and did what he was told. The realization that he’s never going to make his own decision is weighing on him heavily.
Black Chocobo is just happy to be there. Black Chocobo loves it when people ride him into battle. He doesn’t quite like it when people stab him, but he’s unable to really complain because no one can speak chocobo, so no one would listen anyway. The air of discontent coming from Ramza and the others was slowing him down like age would an old man, however. Was it regret he felt? No, that’s not it. Was it fear? No, he didn’t have feelings like that. Perhaps it was something that one can’t explain, like the feeling one gets when they’re at home alone and the phone rings and for a split second they feel that pang of acknowledgement that they’re going to hear from someone that a loved one is in the hospital, more like burdensome knowledge than fear or anxiety. Only for Black Chocobo that pang was not going away.
And then there’s Metal Gear Vincent.
They had come to rely on Metal Gear Vincent. Battle after battle he has watched them, saving them again and again. He even took up chemistry to help them out, but he too grew bored of it all. In the end his fellow Flip Mode squad mates lost their soul, their heart, the beat, even. A Flip Mode Squad that no longer had the flow is a Flip Mode Squad only in name. A Flip Mode Squad that no longer had soul has lost it’s way.
As a shorty he was always told that if he ain’t gonna be part of the greatest, he gotta be the greatest himself.
So Metal Gear Vincent decided to switch it on’em.
Metal Gear Vincent blew Ramza away, his heart cold, but the beat alive and well. Agnes whirled around, but her thoughts were behind her now, scattered across the altar.
Marty turns from Queklain, something like a mixture of anticipation and fear gleamed in his eyes. He looked at Metal Gear Vincent, recalling the times they spent in the barracks, the times in the field. Understanding dawned on him, and for the first time Marty wanted something.
He charged Metal Gear Vincent, two swords raised up high as he leaped into the air. He would come down on him and bring both blades into Metal Gear Vincent’s chest and throat…or at least, he would have, had Metal Gear Vincent not sidestepped.
Marty raised his hands up. For a brief moment he contemplated begging for his life. No, that wouldn’t do, he thought, I won’t disgrace my comrades by doing something as selfish as asking to be spared. He turned his head towards Metal Gear Vincent, a question half formed in his throat.
“Metal Gear Vincent, why did-“
Metal Gear Vincent’s response echoed as Marty hit the ground.
Casually expunging his spent cartridge from his rifle, Metal Gear Vincent walked up to the Black Chocobo, who looked back with eyes that did not betray Metal Gear Vincent’s trust. With a glance back at Queklain (who had sat back and watched the whole time) as he mounted the Black Chocobo, Metal Gear Vincent holstered his rifle onto his back and adjusted his hat.
Metal Gear Vincent exited the premises, but not before taking his rifle and chambered a round into it. He turned once more to Queklain, who had turned his back on the whole scene, and put a slug into the demon’s head. Something of an explosion of souls and fel magics came from behind Metal Gear Vincent, and a small red sphere rolled it’s way past him. The Black Chocobo grasped it in his mouth and offered it to Metal Gear Vincent, who inspected the Zodiac Stone briefly before pocketing it.
As he left the castle from the north, Metal Gear Vincent looked to the sky. The sky was clear save for a few clouds, which seemed to drift across the sky towards the same point, almost like a path. In his heart, Metal Gear Vincent knew he must follow those clouds, that path. He smiled for the first time since he started this whole journey. In the smile was something like a song; a composition which did not exist before and would not exist ever again in the same way.
Metal Gear Vincent clucked his Chocobo and sauntered off, sun on his back and purpose in his soul. He was Flip Mode once again.