[Cloud's sword swipe hits true, the wooden training sword is smashed almost cleanly into two pieces which then separate and collide loudly with the walls several feet away. A quick humph of a noise indicates that it's not exactly what Sephiroth had in mind, and it certainly wasn't any game of Dumbapples that he'd been intending to play.
In fact from the way he's holding the other training sword, it seemed that the intention had been for a spar. Sephiroth relaxes his posture and slips the wooden rod down from a ready stance he'd adopted naturally.]
Nice-
[A quick compliment as the taller silver-haired man approaches where Cloud has all his weapons laid out, laying the wooden sword on the table to the far side of the real weapons.]
no subject
In fact from the way he's holding the other training sword, it seemed that the intention had been for a spar. Sephiroth relaxes his posture and slips the wooden rod down from a ready stance he'd adopted naturally.]
Nice-
[A quick compliment as the taller silver-haired man approaches where Cloud has all his weapons laid out, laying the wooden sword on the table to the far side of the real weapons.]
So much for inviting you to spar-