[It's a pretty standard -even if it feels a little slow, in hindsight- opener for Sephiroth, not that Cloud really has experienced that all that much. But sure enough as soon as Masamune completes it's swing -cut short a little in order to account for the ceiling of the room they're in- Cloud has had the chance to retrieve another sword from the table.
He can't help but to crack a quick grin at the challenge now before him. In equal measure is the urge to trim Cloud's confidence down to size, but also there is the familiar adrenaline that one only gets when sparring with real, edged weaponry. Something he never could get enough of.
A little quicker this time, Sephiroth turns his frame, one foot in front of the other in his stance so as to present less of a target but also to streamline his own movements. The next quick flurry of three sword strikes are chained together so it might almost seem as if he were attacking with three separate swords rather than just the one.]
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He can't help but to crack a quick grin at the challenge now before him. In equal measure is the urge to trim Cloud's confidence down to size, but also there is the familiar adrenaline that one only gets when sparring with real, edged weaponry. Something he never could get enough of.
A little quicker this time, Sephiroth turns his frame, one foot in front of the other in his stance so as to present less of a target but also to streamline his own movements. The next quick flurry of three sword strikes are chained together so it might almost seem as if he were attacking with three separate swords rather than just the one.]