Kuja stops, in midair, another spell forming on his fingertips, the elation and the power of having the edge over all these little people fading, and he hangs in the air for a moment, pithy quip dying on his lips.
He turns, snarling. No more taunting, no more wordplay. Just hate and rage, like poisonous fire in his veins. It had used him. Taken away his independence, for that brief moment, made him think-
He could do it too, kill them all. Turn on them and use his trump card like he'd done before. Nobody had ever walked away from Ultima, not while the power of Trance flowed through his veins like a drug, claim all the reward and the glory for himself It would be easy. They wouldn't even expect it, they wouldn't know what hit them-
He screams, then, and casts without thinking. There's no artistry behind it, just the urge to see the thing atomized. [Flare] after Flare, in a frantic effort to stop it from ever taking root again.
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He turns, snarling. No more taunting, no more wordplay. Just hate and rage, like poisonous fire in his veins. It had used him. Taken away his independence, for that brief moment, made him think-
He could do it too, kill them all. Turn on them and use his trump card like he'd done before. Nobody had ever walked away from Ultima, not while the power of Trance flowed through his veins like a drug, claim all the reward and the glory for himself
It would be easy. They wouldn't even expect it, they wouldn't know what hit them-
He screams, then, and casts without thinking. There's no artistry behind it, just the urge to see the thing atomized. [Flare] after Flare, in a frantic effort to stop it from ever taking root again.