-Six lowers his pistol once he sees it's just Turax-
Six: He went berzerk. Turned into this giant, lanky thing, crippled Einar and Longram, and put Suzu's tank out of commission.
-As he says this, he gestures to the rest of Balamb Garden-
-It looks like a Thresher Maw clipped it-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Six: Enough. Both of you.
I can't say I'm too happy about Claire's decision either, but most of my combat experience has been fighting genocidal aliens that nobody wants to fix. Regardless of my personal feelings, however, Artorias has been sewn back together, and constantly bitching about whether or not it was right to do so when he isn't much more than flesh and medical tape that couldn't punch out a Grunt is doing us no favors.
I don't know what you two are planning on doing, but like I said, I intend to go down and hear out exactly why he decided to go kill-crazy - whether or not it's the truth or just an excuse - before I decide on anything.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Turax: "Okay, you two. I have seen this often enough to tell that there's clearly some cultural differences at work here. So either solve this argument like scholars, with a healthy, level-headed debate to get your points across, or like warriors, with an actual fight. But just shouting insults and obsceneties at each other accomplishes neither of those." :/

~there's some weird distortion in the air next to where the majority of people have gathered~