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[b]Level:[/b] 2 [i](2/20)[/i]
[b]Word Count:[/b] 509
[b]Location:[/b] The Bismarck Restaurant
[b]EXP:[/b] +1
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While he'd managed to move quickly enough to avoid being caught by the blast that had radiated from the shadowy ring the sorceress had summoned beneath his feet, he wasn't swift enough to avoid the Dark Link that had surged forward with black blade in hand, an act that left a nasty looking gash across the SOLDIER's formerly unblemished cheek. Stopping his journey backwards with a step and a scowl, Sephiroth caught the clone that had struck him by the hem of its collar as it ran past, twisting himself round to embed the end of his Masamune square in the pitiful creature's back, the rest of the lengthy blade being left to jut up and out of its chest. Letting out a low growl, Sephiroth wrenched his weapon free from the vile thing, bringing his other hand round to snap its neck with a quiet yet immensely satisfying pop before raising his blade once more, swinging it backwards in an arc to decapitate the next pair of umbral warriors that had been summoned to face him. That was three down by his count, which left only one more along with the two duplicates of the sorceress that stood before him now, though they weren't his main concern.

No, Sephiroth knew he'd need to kill the original if he wanted to end this utterly pointless brawl, as it was her magic that had created the clones and hemmed them all in. If he killed her, judging by what he saw of the arcana on display currently, then the effects of her spells would falter and choke before unraveling completely. Thus he spun round, his seconds long analysis of the situation at an end, and charged towards the last dark clone of Link, Masamune in hand. His angle of engagement was simple, but effective. Using the final shadow clone's death as a cover, he would rush forth from the darkness that ensued to deal the sorceress a killing blow. Taking note of their positions as he blocked the strike of the oncoming clone, Sephiroth allowed it to enter a contest of strength, their blades sparking as he pushed it ever closer to his true prize.

One step.

[i]Sparks flew, his blade and the clone's alike being pushed inch by inch towards its throat.[/i]

Two.

[i]He was almost there now, almost within range. A smirk slowly began to worm across his face as steel ground against steel...[/i]

Three.

[i]His blade and the clone's alike were upon its neck now. The tremendous effort it made to keep the silver-haired swordsman at bay the only thing keeping its weapon's abyssal edge from opening its own throat.[/i]

[color=#7A7A7A]"Four."[/color]

In one fluid motion Sephiroth pulled his Masamune down and away, severing the clone's windpipe and sending it tumbling to the floor in a heap of black smoke. With the first part of his plan completed, the SOLDIER calmly fell into the next, turning to face the place he'd seen the real sorceress standing last and lunging forward, letting the steel of his blade fly free...

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