"Hey guys," Laguna called. "We probably want to end this thing before the bad guys do it for us. Or, worse yet, them." He shrugged as he said this, gesturing at Kefka and Luca.
"I agree! And my PURE IDEALS tell me that he's an obvious impostor!" Vinsfeld declared, pointing at Raja of all people.
"You fools! Can't you see, that man has far too many vices to be a president!" Raja cried, pointing at President Loire.
"Y'know, I think I'll chip in just to get him to stop with the jokes. He's almost as bad as that SEES guy." And with that, Jin ran up to deal with Raja himself. Raja might have been able to outlast him (or the dark hour that gave him his powers) if Vinsfeld hadn't of joined in.
"That's right! We'll show you the battlefield is no laughing matter," Vinsfeld stated right before all three were crushed by a giant foot.
Sadly, it wasn't a foot of flesh, but of steel, attached to a giant war mech and piloted by the man formerly known as Laguna, and more commonly know as the Vice President of the Great United States of America, Richard Hawk, and backed up by a handy DNN news team.
"Don't worry folks, we'll be sure to hold that noted terrorist, Metal Wolf accountable for the horrid crime of shooting a dog," he said as he lowered an arm cannon and casually blasted away Koroku. Then he turned his attention to the lone figure of Odin, armed only with a mop, and let all of his guns blaze.
Oddly enough, when the smoke cleared, despite the area around Odin being trashed, the only sign the All-Father himself showed was a dented mop, apparently having deflected every shot aimed at him.
"Hah! You'll have to do better than that to defeat the Leader of the Aesir. I don't even need the power of the Divine Treasures to defeat the likes of you! Come, Seifer, let us finish h... Wait, did you just say Falc..."
His sentence never was finished as with a mighty cry of PAUNCH!!! Team Odin was suddenly blasting off again.
"Well now, looks like our fun time is over," Kefka sighed, horribly disappointed.
"Let's track down where the All-Pig went. Bet he made a larger crater than Zidane's last stunt."
"Oooo, now that would be impressive!" Kefka sqeed as he scampered off, Luca stalking off on his heels, leaving the two outsiders free from interference and attention.
