Final Fantasy 7 DaD Style

[Marine]

Dalin heard Sapphire's voice outside the Items shop. He stood in the alleyway behind the store, War Hammer resting on his shoulder, and waited. He had been following her and Crimson since they left her mother's house, using the arterial allies to cross from street to street, traverse blocks without interference, even wrestled a thug or two.

But the alleys were turning worse. Terpentine liquid dripped from rain spouts and puddled, it stuck like glue to the soles of Dalin's boots with each step. His nose blocked the odor of battery acid and rotting copper. The blinding glean of soldered building walls turned an acrid, flesh color, stained with rust viens running from roof to base.

"Thank Salomon for outdoor clothes." He muttered. "Must be magic in my fathers wears." Despite running puddles and drain spots, it remained spotless.

For a duration in the materia shop, he caught glimpse of himself in a reflecting pool. The blackness of both hat and coat delved his features in half shadow, looking sinister by how his eyes glinted against the shadows. Combined with the Brigandine and dark leggings, Dalin looked more of an Assasin than holy man.

"Hope I don't scare the poor girl."

Dalin strode from the alleyway into the open street, turned the corner, and headed straight for Saphire and her accomplice.