That an accident of this scale hadn't happened before, with the various unknowns that those in the Laboratory were researching, was a blessing in it's own right. However, if such a thought had rested on Sephiroth's conscience at all, it had for only a moment in reaction as Spencer had burst around the corner where he'd been on his way home; rather panicked and out of breath reeling off the carnage which was already well underway at the Laboratory. Though Sephiroth had not encountered any such crystalline entities before personally, he'd heard enough about them through others reporting. If they were to get out from that building, there again would be carnage in the streets of Aqures Ixen.
Though there were a handful of Heroes he'd encountered on the way back across the city, along with a few off-duty soldiers he encouraged to back them up; by the time that they all arrived, for sure they had their work cut out for them.
Hours later, the seemingly endless hordes of manikins were funneled back into the room from which the rift had opened, while others worked frantically punching keys into the computer program which had malfunctioned in the first place. Desperate to close the portal, as yet more and more of the same beings poured from the open rift. As friends, Heroes and colleagues were picked off around them.
Masamune's keen length was stained a deep crimson, as if the blade had drunk blood from the vast amount of bodies it had carved through, as Sephiroth remained on point; one of those at the very front line from where the crystal beings just kept coming. Cutting them down as they swarmed into the room, though faced with such an unrelenting force even the SOLDIER in his Custom Job had it's limitations.
One glancing blow from a botched parry turned into a rain of bullets there was no way he could have had the chance to consider dodging, yet still his Combat Mode kept him going. The heavy scent of copper soon overcame the fact that he already knew he was sweating from the exertion, as more lesions through leather and flesh were opened by way of stray edges where there were more failures in his guard.
He was airborne, crashing backwards into one of the laboratory tables, a rain of test tubes and other glass apparatus falling down with him to the floor. Shattering all around. Come to think of it, there was a lot of what seemed to be glass debris scattered around the floor of some rooms; probably a result of what he'd just-
Sephiroth had only paused in getting back to his feet for a second before what was left of the latest wave of beings quickly swarmed him. Suddenly there were two heavier, deeper sharp pains to his abdomen. Masamune fell limp at his left side, he followed; to knees, and then into the floor.
Dying, as a Hero of Light occasionally was something of an occupational hazard.
It seemed altogether quieter though; perhaps they'd succeeded in closing the rift. He'd be glad. More likely though, it was his own consciousness flaking as it was bound to now, considering the blood loss -which quickly began to pool around and under him- and the deeper stabs to his gut which seemed little more than dull aches due to the fact he was lying face-first.
Sephiroth could still see, though, through the telltale mist that promised -at least- unconsciousness soon. He raised his eyes, determined to ignore the crimson all around him, looked over a bang of silver that had fallen a little in the way and spotted another Hero lying not so very far away.
"Ace-" He wasn't certain how loud his voice was, how much more than a wet grunt it could be; but he had to at least try before light temporarily was snuffed out.
[OOC: Feel free to play out any other deaths/reactions here too.]
That Inter-dimensional Rift Accident [Open]
Though there were a handful of Heroes he'd encountered on the way back across the city, along with a few off-duty soldiers he encouraged to back them up; by the time that they all arrived, for sure they had their work cut out for them.
Hours later, the seemingly endless hordes of manikins were funneled back into the room from which the rift had opened, while others worked frantically punching keys into the computer program which had malfunctioned in the first place. Desperate to close the portal, as yet more and more of the same beings poured from the open rift. As friends, Heroes and colleagues were picked off around them.
Masamune's keen length was stained a deep crimson, as if the blade had drunk blood from the vast amount of bodies it had carved through, as Sephiroth remained on point; one of those at the very front line from where the crystal beings just kept coming. Cutting them down as they swarmed into the room, though faced with such an unrelenting force even the SOLDIER in his Custom Job had it's limitations.
One glancing blow from a botched parry turned into a rain of bullets there was no way he could have had the chance to consider dodging, yet still his Combat Mode kept him going. The heavy scent of copper soon overcame the fact that he already knew he was sweating from the exertion, as more lesions through leather and flesh were opened by way of stray edges where there were more failures in his guard.
He was airborne, crashing backwards into one of the laboratory tables, a rain of test tubes and other glass apparatus falling down with him to the floor. Shattering all around. Come to think of it, there was a lot of what seemed to be glass debris scattered around the floor of some rooms; probably a result of what he'd just-
Sephiroth had only paused in getting back to his feet for a second before what was left of the latest wave of beings quickly swarmed him. Suddenly there were two heavier, deeper sharp pains to his abdomen. Masamune fell limp at his left side, he followed; to knees, and then into the floor.
Dying, as a Hero of Light occasionally was something of an occupational hazard.
It seemed altogether quieter though; perhaps they'd succeeded in closing the rift. He'd be glad. More likely though, it was his own consciousness flaking as it was bound to now, considering the blood loss -which quickly began to pool around and under him- and the deeper stabs to his gut which seemed little more than dull aches due to the fact he was lying face-first.
Sephiroth could still see, though, through the telltale mist that promised -at least- unconsciousness soon. He raised his eyes, determined to ignore the crimson all around him, looked over a bang of silver that had fallen a little in the way and spotted another Hero lying not so very far away.
"Ace-" He wasn't certain how loud his voice was, how much more than a wet grunt it could be; but he had to at least try before light temporarily was snuffed out.
[OOC: Feel free to play out any other deaths/reactions here too.]