This piece was written for the livejournal community ffviii_100. The purpose of the community is to have a prompt given (in this case, the prompt was Lust) and write a drabble of exactly 100 words! These little ficlets are more challenging than you think. So have a little drabble about Seifer being Seifer.
The Knight stood in front of his charge with a wicked smirk on his face. At his feet lay his rival in a pool of his own blood. Seifer used the toe of his boot to kick Squall over onto his back. A small part of Seifer pitied the proud SeeD but another part laughed maliciously.
“Is he dead?”
“Do you want him dead?”
“I want him alive.”
Seifer flicked his wrist at a couple of Galbadian grunts before hauling Squall to his feet and throwing him like an old toy at their feet before laughing.
“Take him away.”