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Vincent sighed quietly as time released him, shaking his head slowly. Now where had that man gone? The one with the purple hair? He could only assume that Caius had headed up into the tower - how, he could not possibly have said. It did not matter to him, in the end. He had seen enough strange people and strange powers in his half-century. Nothing could really surprise him anymore.

He glanced around to Auron, his face emotionless, but his eyes fierce. Prepared. Vincent was always, always, ready for a fight. He looked, for a moment, like he might say something to the other.
Then he shook his head slightly once more and hitched forwards towards the tower, cloak billowing and metal-clad feet chinking softly against the stone. He drew Cerberus as he ran, quickly checking it for ammo before tucking it back into its sheath. By the time he got there the fight would probably already have started.
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Yuna squeaked quietly when the man appeared in front of them, hands tightening on her rod. She almost - almost - called out to Valefor, but she relaxed at the last instant. The man was holding his hands up. He wasn't fighting. At least not yet.
She sucked in her breath and waited for the moment when her prayers would become necessary.