3--To forgive is divine; not as rewarding, I find [open, handwaved to the attack]

[justnotthesame]

[Most people who knew him (or maybe just knew of him), knew that Zak really hated Galbadia, its Garden, and the people who ran it.

So maybe nobody can blame him for seeing this as a prime opportunity for revenge. It even seemed like he'd made plans for the day...

He'd kind of taken matters into his own hands, truth be told--a bagload of pipe bombs, well-hidden in his room. Ones that had taken just a little bit of tinkering to be properly armed.

Then, he'd gone haring off to Galbadia, through the boarding tube. Half an hour or so of unplanned destruction later (take THAT, hockey rink, with your monster-hockey-team!) finds him haring back down that same boarding tube, tossing pipe bombs like a parade participant throws candy.]

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[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

It seems the door from the kitchen to the table has closed!

[Just who Zak wants to see. Champloo vaults down the stairs smoothly, surveying the damage done.]

Shall we return the leftovers back to the chefs?

[justnotthesame]

[Yeah, of all the people he'd have chosen to show up...but still, gift horse, mouth, yadda yadda. There's bound to be backup or investigation soon, so...]

Uh...yeah, sure, let's send the dinner back, 'cause it's shitty!

[Well, he hopes it made sense in context...]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[...Eh, close enough!]

[A Galbadian soldier bursts out from behind the stage, but Champloo simply clocks him with a punch over his shoulder, without looking, then catches the body as it slumps.]

Let us start a pile! After all, why send them back one at a time?

[justnotthesame]

More like taking out the trash than sending leftovers back, then, isn't it?

[It takes Zak more than a single punch to down the next soldier who shows up, but he does seem to know how to take care of himself, especially when his heel connects with the dude's helmet and he slumps.]

May as well, there's probably a whole bunch more where these yahoos came from, right?

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya! And soon they will all be here, attempting to flee! We will make sure that Galbadia cannot make a stew of war for months!

[justnotthesame]

[Looks like Zak saved one more pipe bomb. Oh dear. Well, at least it doesn't seem likely to explode just yet...]

Oh, I think we can give them a warm welcome, if you know what I mean!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[Champloo brandishes a fist.]

It seems the High Heat style of cooking will be living up to its name today in the most literal of senses!

[justnotthesame]

Uh...yeah.

[Man, all these witty one-liners. He can't keep up! His expertise lies in building stuff and being nerdy. Why can't we just talk about our girls? not that Mikuru is your girl yet, Zak. Keep dreaming, bro.]

Maybe we ought to wait until there's a group of them? I mean, this is the only way out unless they decide to make their own, right?

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Those than can fly will surely use that method. The ones that attempt to retreat will find themselves stepping into the oven without even a proper marinade!

I will draw their fire. You wait until enough have come!

[justnotthesame]

[Define 'enough'. Then again, the two guys they knocked out don't seem to be doing much except lying there like lumps. Which doesn't bother him at all.]

And then I turn up the heat, hm? Yeah, I can handle that.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[Enough that none of the power of the bomb is wasted, of course.]

Very well then! KIIIYAH!

[Champloo turns to the lone entrance to the quad, one fist outstretched in challenge.]

[justnotthesame]

[Yeah, he's not sure about this still, okay? Zak's not that great at this sort of thing. He thinks, at least. Besides, he's not a hero! And you're a demon, Champloo!

Then again, he's full of bad ideas. Like shoving the unarmed pipe bomb in his back pocket, and readying himself. Fat chance he's gonna let the teacher take all the glory.]

Come at me! [brokkers!]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[It doesn't take long before a lone soldier appears -- and promptly takes a fist to the gut. Champloo casually tosses him back towards Zak to finish off as he turns to face the next wave.]

[justnotthesame]

[Easy to finish off the poor soldier when he gets thrown into a wall. Just in time to slide down and join the pair already there.]

Just let me know if you need a hand, right?

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Too many chefs spoil the broth, but when violence is the stock and pain is the base, two is not too many!

[On that note, Champloo deftly dodges a spray of bullets as a trio of Galbadian thugs burst in, blindfiring.]

[justnotthesame]

[Zak manages to GET DOWN and out of the gunfire! Since he trusts Champloo to at least draw the thugs' ire, he scrambles forward instead of back, eeling around to knock at least one bozo off of his feet. Then he gets a leg around the guy's neck and wrestles for the gun.

Not his brightest moment, but it does work, and anything you can walk away from...]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[Champloo, meanwhile, has taken a couple of bullets -- but being a demon, this doesn't really bother him. He leaps high into the air, a brilliant sun shining behind him as he descends in a kick that sends one of his foes flying.]

/tags with a surprise account

[itscalledacting]

Hey, watch it!

[Says the girl in the G-Garden cadet uniform, taking cover under a table from his latest pipe bomb... Oh, no, that's the other drama instructor, though she's spent a week or two moping in her room.]