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[b]Level:[/b] [hider=▲LEVEL UP▲ (Lvl.1 to Lvl.2!)][b]Megaflare:[/b] [i]A blue flame that is more powerful and has a larger explosion, but travels a shorter distance.[/i][/hider]
[b]Word Count:[/b] 402
[b]Location:[/b] The Bismarck Restaurant
[b]EXP:[/b] +1
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Sephiroth smirked as he crossed the threshold and took his first steps into the establishment, for things had escalated greatly. Pausing a moment, he took stock of the situation through narrowed eyes. First was the woman cloaked in darkness, the most noticeable thing there aside from the other members of his group and what seemed to be more of their allies, who had busied herself with a summoning of some kind. Next was the shadowy humanoid, or humanoids rather, that were currently running full-tilt in his and the rest of Red Team's direction. Aside from their umbral make-up, the most curious thing about them was how similar they were to the young warrior that had taken to defending what he assumed to be an ally. And last was the abundance of new individuals that had turned up in the time it had taken him to get here.

Granted, it was a bit of an exaggeration, but another filthy human alongside a sentient frog with a sword that played at imitating his own was simply one too many new people for his tastes. In any case, he quickly put two and two together. The sorceress must have been the woman they were after and the warrior Link. The sorceress must have noticed their attempts at freeing him from her control and, perhaps in a show of defiance or outright panic, had elected to go on the offensive. Regardless of the reasons or sequence of events that had led them here, however, Sephiroth's path was clear...

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He took a breath, fingers wrapping tightly round the hilt of his blade.

One step.

Two.

Three.

For Sephiroth time seemed to slow, each footfall bringing him closer and closer to his prey.

The second shadow lashed out, aiming to interrupt him with a swipe to the face, but its attack was far too slow. 

Sephiroth slid beneath the swing, drawing his Masamune in the process, and using the natural arc of the blade to cleave cleanly through the shadow's legs.

Seconds later and he was back on his feet, his mad dash toward the sorceress unabated.

One step.

Two steps.

Three...

Sephiroth lept into the air at the last second, feinting with a downwards strike that would conceal his true attack...

Flare.
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Should his ploy prove successful, the sorceress would find herself in possession of a very different face, assuming the flame left one behind at all...

[quote][@Lugubrious], [@Dark Cloud], [@Yankee], [@Dawnrider], and [@Gentlemanvaultboy][/quote]