A/N: I think this segment would be better as a drawing. I'm in a drawing slump though. I want to see everyone looking at the "Other" weapons and trying to figure them out. (Selphie might be whining that Golbez has dragons, if only because flails are not a regular weapon type).

Also: OMG ARC 2 CHAPTER 3 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Featured Characters: Kefka, Kuja.

Setting: Somewhere in a Torsion.

Genre: Humor

"Other" Weapons

Kefka rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He didn't think Kuja was that careless as to leave his precious 'weapons' lying around in the torsion space. Or had Kefka actually stumbled on their hiding place? But he'd been here before, with the others. This dank, dark tunnel that led to multiple places didn't seem like a good storage place for something so important as one's treasures. (Of course, he didn't know whether Kuja was the same, but Kefka certainly prided himself in his hair ornaments!)

He picked up the twin cores tucked under a thick clump of shadows. He'd seen Kuja wield them beautifully—floating, rotating, giving off sparks on impact, the show-off!—but in the jester's hands, they were just smooth, faintly glowing orbs. The magenta one was slightly hot to the touch. The other was an icy blue, and wisps of cold smoke emanated from it. How did Kuja use them? Perhaps it was like a wand, and he simply channeled his innate magic through them? Kefka didn't see the appeal of wands either. And this wasn't even easy to hold, unless you could float them naturally like that genome did.

It was no longer entertaining. Scowling, Kefka chucked the red one back where he'd found it and debated on opening a torsion to somewhere, anywhere random, and throwing the blue one through it. Then an idea lit his eyes.

~o0O0o~

Late into the night, an ungodly shriek echoed throughout the world. Even Materia's heroes heard it from the airship, several groggily rubbing their eyes, others still gasping awake in shock.

An explosive clash of fate gripped the forests. It was a duel to the death between a mage who'd had his cores covered in saliva and a jester who'd had his flashy hairpiece Ultima'd to oblivion.

In his throne, Spiritus buried his face in his palms.

END