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		<title>Oathkeeper at 15:15, 27 October 2012</title>
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				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 15:15, 27 October 2012&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 195:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Scarmiglione]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Yeah, that's the good stuff. It warms Milon's cold black heart to see Will finally (FINALLY) fall. For a mere hobo, he was made of pretty tough stuff. The glow of victory is rather short-lived, however, as Ward promptly decides to go completely nuts on him, violating both his personal space and his strict 'don't get impaled by a harpoon' policy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Guh!&amp;quot; He hits the ground hard, hissing in and out as he tries to catch his breath. &amp;quot;Fool...you'll soon come to wish you hadn't meddled.&amp;quot; Regardless of his SINISTER THREATS, it still takes him a moment to follow through, with a simple (tainted) bolt of lightning, connecting heaven and earth and Ward's delightfully conductive body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Scarmiglione]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Yeah, that's the good stuff. It warms Milon's cold black heart to see Will finally (FINALLY) fall. For a mere hobo, he was made of pretty tough stuff. The glow of victory is rather short-lived, however, as Ward promptly decides to go completely nuts on him, violating both his personal space and his strict 'don't get impaled by a harpoon' policy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Guh!&amp;quot; He hits the ground hard, hissing in and out as he tries to catch his breath. &amp;quot;Fool...you'll soon come to wish you hadn't meddled.&amp;quot; Regardless of his SINISTER THREATS, it still takes him a moment to follow through, with a simple (tainted) bolt of lightning, connecting heaven and earth and Ward's delightfully conductive body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Jean Faraven]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;There is the visceral satisfaction of landing a square blow on the enemy as Anubis strikes true, but Jean is seasoned enough to know it's the last hit that counts, not the first. His hips pivot as his momentum carries him past Baigan's flank, ducking low beneath a swinging snake-arm, heels digging into the ground with canine tenacity as they now slid backwards. A lone eye gauged Baron's Captain in truth, and what Jean saw prompted him to freeze as if struck by a jolt of electricity. &amp;quot;What..?!&amp;quot; His eye widened, and the world seemed to distort and disassemble leaving only the memory of that serpentine gaze, &amp;quot;You're...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It suddenly felt very cold. Jean was aware he was rising fast, flying up the face of a large embankment-a wall-seemingly constructed of ice. Anubis was snug in his hand, and a familiar silhouette suddenly rose over the limn of the wall's edge, &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;be&lt;/del&gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_bg_b fg_n ++&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;koning&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;.&lt;/del&gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br/&amp;gt;&amp;quot;We meet at last, SeeD! Baron's glory shall be built on your corpsessss!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A town, snowy and remote and filled with quiet dread. A team. A world in peril.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A girl, a student. The best. A massive cannon pointed at the well, restrained only by her force of will.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_c bg_n ++ hc&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I'm taking it down, sir!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Cadet Cross, wait!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;'You kept me waiting.'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;What?!&amp;quot; Jean snapped back into the here and now. It couldn't been more than a heartbeat, but it had been enough for Baigan to get past his guard. The entire queer, inexplicable lapse was forgotten before the reality of snakehead sinking it's fangs into his arm, burning venom coursing through his blood. &amp;quot;Tch...&amp;quot; Jean sneered, willing Cerberus to counteract the poison's flow as he casually flexed his wrist and sent the hilt of Anubis into his free hand, revealing his other hidden skill: Ambidexterity.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;As we suspected..&amp;quot; Glances of battle picked out Rubicant and Scarmiglione in addition to the well-known Barbariccia, &amp;quot;You all come as part of a set.&amp;quot; But water...where was water?!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;No matter, Anubis snapped down at the offending arm's 'neck', feet already moving in anticipation of being released. &amp;quot;Tell whoevere's fighting Barbariccia not to keep that fight in the air!&amp;quot; He snaps to Quistis over the comm, &amp;quot;That's /her/ territory!&amp;quot; Baigan will quickly find himself under a furious assault of quick swipes and slices punctuated by the powerful bursts the saw a solid steel casing eject from the Anubis's chamber, &amp;quot;But that doesn't explain what you are!&amp;quot; Snake is not an element!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Jean Faraven]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;There is the visceral satisfaction of landing a square blow on the enemy as Anubis strikes true, but Jean is seasoned enough to know it's the last hit that counts, not the first. His hips pivot as his momentum carries him past Baigan's flank, ducking low beneath a swinging snake-arm, heels digging into the ground with canine tenacity as they now slid backwards. A lone eye gauged Baron's Captain in truth, and what Jean saw prompted him to freeze as if struck by a jolt of electricity. &amp;quot;What..?!&amp;quot; His eye widened, and the world seemed to distort and disassemble leaving only the memory of that serpentine gaze, &amp;quot;You're...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It suddenly felt very cold. Jean was aware he was rising fast, flying up the face of a large embankment-a wall-seemingly constructed of ice. Anubis was snug in his hand, and a familiar silhouette suddenly rose over the limn of the wall's edge, &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;beckoning.&lt;/ins&gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_bg_b fg_n ++&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br/&amp;gt;&amp;quot;We meet at last, SeeD! Baron's glory shall be built on your corpsessss!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A town, snowy and remote and filled with quiet dread. A team. A world in peril.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A girl, a student. The best. A massive cannon pointed at the well, restrained only by her force of will.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_c bg_n ++ hc&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I'm taking it down, sir!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Cadet Cross, wait!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;'You kept me waiting.'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;What?!&amp;quot; Jean snapped back into the here and now. It couldn't been more than a heartbeat, but it had been enough for Baigan to get past his guard. The entire queer, inexplicable lapse was forgotten before the reality of snakehead sinking it's fangs into his arm, burning venom coursing through his blood. &amp;quot;Tch...&amp;quot; Jean sneered, willing Cerberus to counteract the poison's flow as he casually flexed his wrist and sent the hilt of Anubis into his free hand, revealing his other hidden skill: Ambidexterity.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;As we suspected..&amp;quot; Glances of battle picked out Rubicant and Scarmiglione in addition to the well-known Barbariccia, &amp;quot;You all come as part of a set.&amp;quot; But water...where was water?!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;No matter, Anubis snapped down at the offending arm's 'neck', feet already moving in anticipation of being released. &amp;quot;Tell whoevere's fighting Barbariccia not to keep that fight in the air!&amp;quot; He snaps to Quistis over the comm, &amp;quot;That's /her/ territory!&amp;quot; Baigan will quickly find himself under a furious assault of quick swipes and slices punctuated by the powerful bursts the saw a solid steel casing eject from the Anubis's chamber, &amp;quot;But that doesn't explain what you are!&amp;quot; Snake is not an element!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Ward Zabac]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Ward was hit again and came down to the ground. He then swung his anchor at scarmiglione as hard as he could. Hoping this would end the beast. He also slammed into it after the hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Ward Zabac]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Ward was hit again and came down to the ground. He then swung his anchor at scarmiglione as hard as he could. Hoping this would end the beast. He also slammed into it after the hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>Oathkeeper at 15:14, 27 October 2012</title>
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				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 15:14, 27 October 2012&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Scarmiglione]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Yeah, that's the good stuff. It warms Milon's cold black heart to see Will finally (FINALLY) fall. For a mere hobo, he was made of pretty tough stuff. The glow of victory is rather short-lived, however, as Ward promptly decides to go completely nuts on him, violating both his personal space and his strict 'don't get impaled by a harpoon' policy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Guh!&amp;quot; He hits the ground hard, hissing in and out as he tries to catch his breath. &amp;quot;Fool...you'll soon come to wish you hadn't meddled.&amp;quot; Regardless of his SINISTER THREATS, it still takes him a moment to follow through, with a simple (tainted) bolt of lightning, connecting heaven and earth and Ward's delightfully conductive body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Scarmiglione]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Yeah, that's the good stuff. It warms Milon's cold black heart to see Will finally (FINALLY) fall. For a mere hobo, he was made of pretty tough stuff. The glow of victory is rather short-lived, however, as Ward promptly decides to go completely nuts on him, violating both his personal space and his strict 'don't get impaled by a harpoon' policy. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Guh!&amp;quot; He hits the ground hard, hissing in and out as he tries to catch his breath. &amp;quot;Fool...you'll soon come to wish you hadn't meddled.&amp;quot; Regardless of his SINISTER THREATS, it still takes him a moment to follow through, with a simple (tainted) bolt of lightning, connecting heaven and earth and Ward's delightfully conductive body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Jean Faraven]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;There is the visceral satisfaction of landing a square blow on the enemy as Anubis strikes true, but Jean is seasoned enough to know it's the last hit that counts, not the first. His hips pivot as his momentum carries him past Baigan's flank, ducking low beneath a swinging snake-arm, heels digging into the ground with canine tenacity as they now slid backwards. A lone eye gauged Baron's Captain in truth, and what Jean saw prompted him to freeze as if struck by a jolt of electricity. &amp;quot;What..?!&amp;quot; His eye widened, and the world seemed to distort and disassemble leaving only the memory of that serpentine gaze, &amp;quot;You're...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It suddenly felt very cold. Jean was aware he was rising fast, flying up the face of a large embankment-a wall-seemingly constructed of ice. Anubis was snug in his hand, and a familiar silhouette suddenly rose over the limn of the wall's edge, be&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_bg_b fg_n ++ koning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Jean Faraven]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;There is the visceral satisfaction of landing a square blow on the enemy as Anubis strikes true, but Jean is seasoned enough to know it's the last hit that counts, not the first. His hips pivot as his momentum carries him past Baigan's flank, ducking low beneath a swinging snake-arm, heels digging into the ground with canine tenacity as they now slid backwards. A lone eye gauged Baron's Captain in truth, and what Jean saw prompted him to freeze as if struck by a jolt of electricity. &amp;quot;What..?!&amp;quot; His eye widened, and the world seemed to distort and disassemble leaving only the memory of that serpentine gaze, &amp;quot;You're...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It suddenly felt very cold. Jean was aware he was rising fast, flying up the face of a large embankment-a wall-seemingly constructed of ice. Anubis was snug in his hand, and a familiar silhouette suddenly rose over the limn of the wall's edge, be&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_bg_b fg_n ++&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &lt;/ins&gt;koning&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br/&amp;gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&amp;quot;We meet at last, SeeD! Baron's glory shall be built on your corpsessss!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A town, snowy and remote and filled with quiet dread. A team. A world in peril.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A girl, a student. The best. A massive cannon pointed at the well, restrained only by her force of will.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_c bg_n ++ hc&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I'm taking it down, sir!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Cadet Cross, wait!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;'You kept me waiting.'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;What?!&amp;quot; Jean snapped back into the here and now. It couldn't been more than a heartbeat, but it had been enough for Baigan to get past his guard. The entire queer, inexplicable lapse was forgotten before the reality of snakehead sinking it's fangs into his arm, burning venom coursing through his blood. &amp;quot;Tch...&amp;quot; Jean sneered, willing Cerberus to counteract the poison's flow as he casually flexed his wrist and sent the hilt of Anubis into his free hand, revealing his other hidden skill: Ambidexterity.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;As we suspected..&amp;quot; Glances of battle picked out Rubicant and Scarmiglione in addition to the well-known Barbariccia, &amp;quot;You all come as part of a set.&amp;quot; But water...where was water?!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;No matter, Anubis snapped down at the offending arm's 'neck', feet already moving in anticipation of being released. &amp;quot;Tell whoevere's fighting Barbariccia not to keep that fight in the air!&amp;quot; He snaps to Quistis over the comm, &amp;quot;That's /her/ territory!&amp;quot; Baigan will quickly find himself under a furious assault of quick swipes and slices punctuated by the powerful bursts the saw a solid steel casing eject from the Anubis's chamber, &amp;quot;But that doesn't explain what you are!&amp;quot; Snake is not an element!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;We meet at last, SeeD! Baron's glory shall be built on your corpsessss!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A town, snowy and remote and filled with quiet dread. A team. A world in peril.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;A girl, a student. The best. A massive cannon pointed at the well, restrained only by her force of will.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_c bg_n ++ hc&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I'm taking it down, sir!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot; bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hr&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Cadet Cross, wait!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;'You kept me waiting.'&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;What?!&amp;quot; Jean snapped back into the here and now. It couldn't been more than a heartbeat, but it had been enough for Baigan to get past his guard. The entire queer, inexplicable lapse was forgotten before the reality of snakehead sinking it's fangs into his arm, burning venom coursing through his blood. &amp;quot;Tch...&amp;quot; Jean sneered, willing Cerberus to counteract the poison's flow as he casually flexed his wrist and sent the hilt of Anubis into his free hand, revealing his other hidden skill: Ambidexterity.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;As we suspected..&amp;quot; Glances of battle picked out Rubicant and Scarmiglione in addition to the well-known Barbariccia, &amp;quot;You all come as part of a set.&amp;quot; But water...where was water?!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;No matter, Anubis snapped down at the offending arm's 'neck', feet already moving in anticipation of being released. &amp;quot;Tell whoevere's fighting Barbariccia not to keep that fight in the air!&amp;quot; He snaps to Quistis over the comm, &amp;quot;That's /her/ territory!&amp;quot; Baigan will quickly find himself under a furious assault of quick swipes and slices punctuated by the powerful bursts the saw a solid steel casing eject from the Anubis's chamber, &amp;quot;But that doesn't explain what you are!&amp;quot; Snake is not an element!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Ward Zabac]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Ward was hit again and came down to the ground. He then swung his anchor at scarmiglione as hard as he could. Hoping this would end the beast. He also slammed into it after the hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Ward Zabac]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Ward was hit again and came down to the ground. He then swung his anchor at scarmiglione as hard as he could. Hoping this would end the beast. He also slammed into it after the hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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