Banned
Level: 2 (3/20)
Word Count: 490
Location: The Bismarck Restaurant
EXP: +1
Word Count: 490
Location: The Bismarck Restaurant
EXP: +1
Sephiroth's eyes narrowed as the floor exploded around him, geysers of dark magic spewing every which way, and more than a few of which managed to tear through him. It hurt, naturally, though the physical pain was nothing compared to the blow that had been dealt to his pride. To think he had been pushed this much, this far, by some insignificant flirt who'd managed to learn more than your basic spell. It was shameful, but it was also reality, and one he needed to find a way to escape relatively soon. Unfortunately for him however, it seemed as though he was out of time. More geysers ripped through him, leaving nothing but burnt flesh and partially exposed tendons in their wake. Grunting, he let the tip of his blade scrap against the floor as more of the dark mines ruptured around him, his strength rapidly waning. The little reserves he had left he used to keep his blade grasped firmly in the palm of his hand, unwilling to drop it and accept defeat even in the face of certain death. No, not for some insect like her, she didn't even deserve that much in the way of satisfaction.
He quickly found his concerns unfounded, for something had grabbed at the back of his coat, or what little of it remained in the aftermath of Red's attack anyway. Judging from the fact that it had not yet pierced his chest and the fact that it was actively pulling him away from combat, Sephiroth concluded that it must have been one of the many allies the members of red team had at their side. Thus he allowed himself to be pulled, doing his best to aid in his withdrawal from the field of battle, pathetic as it might have looked. Survival was his main goal at this point, as without it he would become a victim to the worst circumstance and thus fail in his endeavor to end Galeem.
"I've had worse," he said, grunting somewhat as he slowly clambered to his feet, leaning on the handle of his blade for support. He grimaced from the clap, his shoulder still quite raw from the scorching it'd gotten only seconds prior, and abruptly shook off the helping hand. Much as he hated to admit it, he did need these people, at least to stay alive anyway. Every solo venture he'd undertaken thus far had been a complete and utter failure, which meant he clearly wasn't equipped to go at it alone. Not yet anyway. So, falling back onto his more pragmatic side, Sephiroth elected to work a little closer with those around him. If only because they would aid him in their own flawed yet useful ways.
His breathing ragged and heavy, Sephiroth watched as the others carried on the fight while the familiar cooling sensation of a healing beam gradually creeped through his body, mending his wounds and restoring his strength...
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