Ramza crept to the closet, not quite as noiselessly as Yuffie, but still respectably quiet for a man dressed in armor. He knelt opposite of the ninja and looked down on the injured moogle.
He felt a flash of anger, seeing those cuts on the little creature. The moogles were a peaceful race. That someone would target them while avoiding the Heroes of Light revealed a depth of cowardice that he couldn't help but despise.
But anger would not help the situation at hand. The chant called for a peaceful mind. He let his eye close for a moment, took a deep breath, and pushed his anger deep inside of him.
He murmured the words of the chant, so quiet they were barely recognizable as words at all. He felt the familiar stirring of power inside of him, drawing together, then disappearing. He was glad he was kneeling already, because the sudden loss of that energy left him dizzy. He closed his eyes for a moment, until he felt steady again, before he opened them to check on Mooshoo.
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He felt a flash of anger, seeing those cuts on the little creature. The moogles were a peaceful race. That someone would target them while avoiding the Heroes of Light revealed a depth of cowardice that he couldn't help but despise.
But anger would not help the situation at hand. The chant called for a peaceful mind. He let his eye close for a moment, took a deep breath, and pushed his anger deep inside of him.
He murmured the words of the chant, so quiet they were barely recognizable as words at all. He felt the familiar stirring of power inside of him, drawing together, then disappearing. He was glad he was kneeling already, because the sudden loss of that energy left him dizzy. He closed his eyes for a moment, until he felt steady again, before he opened them to check on Mooshoo.