Ramza nods at Chiaki, grateful for her spell. Each Final Fantasy he launches drains him of energy, but how can he stop? Cloud kept on fighting with less, with swords gone and energy sapped. If Arthur King seeks a worthy rival, he has it there in the soul of that young guardsman.

"I will clear the path. Be ready." He tightens his grip on Excalibur's hilt and points it at Sir Kay. The man has made himself Arthur's shield? So be it. That shield will have to be rent. He aims his Final Fantasy at the knight upon the chocobo's back.