Kinoc whistles admiringly, and Auron winces. [Written for FF_100's "old wounds" challenge and Fanfic100's "Sunrise" challenge.]
Auron graced him with a glare that had in the past frozen fiends to the spot, although the effect was dampened by the fading-but-still-beautiful bruises swelling around his eye; yellow, purple-red, and even a hint of blue. Kinoc just grinned.
"What sort of fiend was it? I'm here with some troops, so if you want, we could go -"
"I dealt with it."
"So I'm a fiend now?" Jecht asked, limping up once Kinoc had moved on.
"Don't flatter yourself."