Ripel walked onto the field, breathing and sweating heavily though he seemed to have no wounds nor had partaken in the fight. Whatever the reason, he must have had a serious reason for stepping forward.

"Just go," he said to the Al Bhed attacker, "Your fiend allies have started to run off now. Just run, there's no point in staying here unless you want to die. The battle here has been decided.

"As for you," he continued, turning to face Dezil with his fists clenched, "Just shut up...please."

Dezil, still holding his sword, clenched his fist around it. "Do you want me to kill you now, Ripel? I would be happy to oblige, just say the word, and all of us would be happy to oblige. You avoid the fight and arrive just in time to show your connection to this figure, and then tell me to shut up. Perhaps if you, or he, or ANYONE explained what in all of Spira is going on here, I might be willing to oblige! I, along with the rest of us are in the dark, and you all seem to want us to listen to you on fiath alone! Well I for one like to have answers!"

Argoth yet again was spattered with his enemies blood. In fact his hands and forearms were dripping with it. "Just leave idiot" Argoth leveled Prometheus at Yngwie's throat, making sure he could make a quick thrust if the troublesome Al Bhed tried anything "before I loose my temper"

"I'm tired of this we have to stop the summoners bleeding heart bullshit." Mitsu burst out. "You assholes are hypocrits. The summoner is a pretty girl and you fall over yourselves to get in her way. Where were you when my brother went on his pilgrimage. Why didn't you stop him before he could die in the Calm Lands. You can all go to hell, and take your retarded 'plan' with you. Just cause you don't have the guts to lay down your life for the greater good, don't impede the way of those who have the courage to make the ultimate sacrifice."

He sighed to hear Mitsu rant.

""Whine, whine whine, sacrifice this, sacrifice that. You idiot, you think losing a brother gives you the right to lecture the whole world about sacrifice? Yours isn't the only tragic story in this world. You know nothing. "

Yngwie hurled a couple of silvery orbs to the ground, and a massive cloud of smoke billowed up, obscuring everything. There was a sound like a giant buzzing, and then suddenly the swordsman burst through the smokescreen, standing atop his golden dragonfly mount.

"Next time... there won't BE a next time!"

As Yngwie disappeared, Dezil muttered, "Oh, there will be a next time, and I will recieve answers sooner or later about what it going on..."

Argoth staggered back through the smoke hacking and coughing. He took a final look at Yngwie his eyes seething with rage "we will suceed, even if I have to take my own life I will make sure you are proven wrong" Argoth turns around "Zita, Ripel I think we should make out exit. Things are becoming more and more unfriendly as we speak"

Ripel closed his eyes and chuckled, taking a knee. "So...you," he started, ignoring Argoth at the moment, "Really think that little of me? Daring to say I have plans, that I've allied myself with this man, and even go so far as to call me a coward. All this is based on what?

"Idiots. I have no damn clue to where you got those ideas, let alone believe them. I do know that I do not want any blood shed here, nor should you since we are on temple grounds. I pretty much don't care if I die myself, but I don't like death. Not at all.

"The fight has been won, and unless this man here decides to continue to struggle against you, yes you since I am -obviously- too afraid to fight when I would simply get in the way, it would be murder to kill him now. And I find that killing in cold blood brings a bad taste in my mouth.

"So all of you who want to kill him, shut up. You're all like a bunch of kids, playing a game you don't really understand.

"Believe what you will of me. I will not allow an avoidable death, wether it be friend or foe."

(OOC: Jad, you should prolly have your guy have a major headache...or just ignore the side effects of the medicine...)

"Good, Ripel's back. And why are you accusing him of being connected to that bastard. He told the crazy to leave, then you accuse him of being the guys friends. And now that I defend Ripel, you'll prolly think that I was involved too, when I'm the one who saved half your lives...sorry about your shirt though."

Argoth sheathed his sword and began walking. He couldn't stand all the bickering and just wanted to make sure his job was done. Let them bicker amongst themselves. In turn it doesn't help anyway. Now then where did that summoner go?