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[b]Level:[/b] 2 [i](4/20)[/i]
[b]Word Count:[/b] 452
[b]Location:[/b] The Bismarck Restaurant
[b]EXP:[/b] +1
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Sephiroth let out a quiet [i]tsk[/i] as he took note of his ruined clothes, the healing beam doing its best to mend the majority of his wounds right before his eyes. He'd need to find a tailor for them at some point surely, though that could wait for the time being. Noticing the remaining sorceress' envious outburst, the SOLDIER took up his blade, holding it off to the side yet at the ready. He might have been noticeably slower than before thanks to her assault, but he was certain he could take down the dark Links she'd sent with ease. There were only a few of them after all, and most had been split to engage different targets to boot, which left only two to rush him and the frog.

A sore underestimation of his power if ever he saw one. Sure she'd gotten a few good hits in and done enough damage to temporarily remove him from the fight, but she'd failed to kill him outright and even given the machine a chance to heal his wounds as well. This Sephiroth knew was her biggest mistake. The fact she'd only sent two of her weakest summons, fodder really, to face him only served to prove her stupidity. Thus he stood, rolled his shoulders in an effort to work out some of the soreness, and fell into a defensive stance as the clone approached. Watching as it rumbled forward, each footfall thudding dully against the wooden floor, Sephiroth waited till the very last moment to parry its strike. The blade was practically at his throat before he brought up his own in a reverse grip, slamming it into the clone's steel and throwing off its strike, giving himself the opportunity to grab it by the collar as the machine's healing device finished its work.

Angling his Masamune horizontally, he ran it across the shadow's throat as a wave of newfound invigoration coursed through his body, the umbral construct collapsing into a cloud of smoke at his feet. Taking brief stock of the situation, Sephiroth decided that the remaining sorceress was his prime objective. She was, much as he hated to say it, the greatest threat here. All of the magic from the barrier to the clones, to the other versions of herself, was her doing, and as such they would only stop when this remnant finally fell. Charging foward while she was still preoccupied with some of the others, Sephiroth put all of his strength into a single leap, blade poised to strike at the back of the sorceress skull.

Should everything go according to plan, Red would find herself swiftly impaled. A final, decisive strike to bring about the battle's end.

[quote][@Yankee], [@Dark Cloud], [@Dawnrider], [@Lugubrious], [@Archmage MC], [@DracoLunaris], [@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN][/quote]