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The mountaineer town of Sprohm was booming with gamblers, seeing as how the Clan League has started. Hundreds, even thousands of gil were already set up in the ranks as they all wait to hear the battle results of the first two rivals, the White Kupos against the Doned Faction. But, as busy as Sprohm was for the betting and easy way to earn gil, there was also the hidden clan, Nutsy, sailing about on their airship and plundering whatever they can with the lead of the mysterious Marche.

But, as the League continues on with its combatants, Marche has been to the newly discovered Ambervale, the place of legend of where the kings of old kept a summer palace and the home of the rare amber alloy. And as Marche deployed himself with the aid of Babus Swain, Montblanc, and with his three best archers (Shara, Shultz, and Tifone), the rest of Clan Nutsy await them in the peaceful little viera town, Muscadet...

The pub was silent as the three clan members of Nutsy sat at the brood table, simply looking at their drinks and not even giving each other a single glance. All they could think of was what they could do to win the League. One of the three members, a very sly looking Bangaa, took a small sip from the rusty ale that sat in the mug. The bittersweet flavor of the spiced drink made him cough a little, getting a little bit of attention from his Nu Mou acquaintance. The Bangaa just simply raised his clawed hand up in reassurance that he was fine. The Nu Mou just smirked and started to rummage through his pack. A large grunt came from him as he pulled out a tome, his hunch starting to push against his fur. His two clan mates just stared at the old thing, giving it a look of wonder and slight irritation.

"Again with your tomesss, Lenny?" the Bangaa had asked, taking another slip of his drink. The other clan member, a young very Moogle, just held back a chuckle.

"Kupo, you know our friend here loves to meddle in the affairs of the magical worlds!" said the little Moogle, pulling out his tiny Jack Knife and stabbing it into the wooden table. Lenny just smiled at the creature as he opened the tome with his gentle fingers.

"Lissten here, Ssssimon, and pleasse lisssten well. As a former monk and a current bisshop, I ssssssuggesst you keep your little mouth quiet. Jusst becausssse Marche iss gone, doessn't mean you have to become the voice of the clan." The Moogle just laughed.

"You're accent still makes me want to fall down and die of laughter, kupopo!" Simon had blurted, accidently knocking over his own small mug of the rusty ale. "And even if Marche is here, I'm still loud. I just really love to commu-"

BANG!!

The three clan members looked over at the pub doors, as like the other patrons, only to see a very large and a very muscular Bangaa walk in. A shimmering knight sword was in a rather dull sheathe at his side, the hilt being made of some light. Meiyou, the Bangaa, looked over at Simon and shrugged his shoulders.

"A defender? Here? How could he have found the viera village?" The Moogle shrugged back and took his knife out from the table wound.

"Probably a freelance. Plenty of Bangaa like him wandering around these parts." Simon concluded. Lenny, though, shook his head.

"Even still, a defender can't find a well concealed village like this one!" The two looked at the Nu Mou with trust, as he was the wisest one the clan had. Meiyou thought about this for a second. But, not even for a millisecond, was he able to think for the beefy Bangaa had already had his two red eyes locked onto their table. Slowly, yet very steady, he took heavy stomps over to them. Lenny already stood and vanished, Simon and Meiyou knowing that he had simply fled to the aircraft. The Moogle, simply out of cowardice, sheathed his dagger and unfolded his tiny wings, fluttering them as he tried to scurry away. As he did so, the Bangaa had already reached the table, where his eyes focused only on Meiyou. The reptilian unsheathed his knight sword and growled. Meiyou just gulped.

The table shattered into pieces as Meiyou was slammed unto it for the umpteenth time. The large Bangaa looming over him just smiled as he lifted the slim reptile back up again, only to force him back down.

"Jusssst remember thiss... you little runt!" the Bangaa growled, lifting and slamming Meiyou. Meiyou just whimpered as he was slammed down, feeling his bones start to crack and chip away. "Clan Nutssy will die ssssssoon, and you are the firssst..." the reptilian lifted his sword. "...to go!" The sharpened end of the sword was at Meiyou's neck, ready to slice it open.

"Grandi!"

The large Bangaa scoffed and looked over at the voice.

"What issss it now, Lief?"

A human archer stood at the doorway, his face nearly expressionless. Soon, he simply fell to the ground, Simon standing behind him with a little dagger in his hand.

"For the Nutsy!" he shouted, more of the clan members running into the pub. Grandi growled and lunged forward, a shriek coming from the Bangaa below. But, the blade didn't pierce him. No, the blade simply stuck itself to the ground where Meiyou used to lay. THe Bangaa was already confused.

"What the-"

WHACK!!

The reptile fell to his knees as a staff hit his back, giving out a small grunt. Lenny stood behind him with his unholy staff in his arms, ready to strike the Bangaa again. Meiyou stood next to Simon and Anne, the clan's red mage, who helped him out of the pub. Lenny and two other clan mates stayed behind to bring Grandi over to the local Judges, the supreme guards of the Laws of Ivalice.