[ Seifer stands by, Hyperion slung across his shoulder, as Rufus rolls down the window. He lets Rufus's reply hit him, and then bursts into snorting laughter. ]
Oh yeah. I got your gil right here, buddy.
[ The soldiers are exchanging glances behind him, unsure. That is, until Seifer lifts Hyperion again, cocking back the hammer of its pistol, the rest of his entourage drawing on Rufus too. ]
Hands up. Wouldn't want a tragic accident, now would we...?
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Oh yeah. I got your gil right here, buddy.
[ The soldiers are exchanging glances behind him, unsure. That is, until Seifer lifts Hyperion again, cocking back the hammer of its pistol, the rest of his entourage drawing on Rufus too. ]
Hands up. Wouldn't want a tragic accident, now would we...?