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[b]Level:[/b] 1 [i](2/10)[/i]
[b]Word Count:[/b] 220
[b]Location:[/b] Dead Zone - Library Root
[b]EXP:[/b] +1
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Sephiroth fell to a single knee, the point of his sword grinding against the cracked stone below as he struggled to keep hold of the hilt, his gloved fingers wrapping around it tightly. It was truly the most angry he'd been since his first defeat at the hands of Cloud, as even then the bastard had the element of surprise on his side, whereas this was a face-to-face confrontation. He hadn't been a victim of distraction or stealth like the last time, no, he'd been the one to charge in! He'd been the one to engage this ragtag group with the full extent of his speed and might! So how then, had they been able to overpower him? Sephiroth knew he should have been able to kill the shelled beast given how quickly he'd lashed out at him, yet even that effort had failed.

[color=#747474][i]Is... is it truly possible that these pathetic beings are capable of more than groveling in the dirt from whence they came?[/i][/color]

Sephiroth grimaced as he fought for his next breath, the slightest of movements setting his insides aflame.

[color=#747474][i]No, no that can't be why. Something must... something must be wrong with me. But what? And how?[/i][/color]

Although he did not show it, these questions pained Sephiroth more than any bullet, blade, or spell ever could.