[There is certainly something off about the Arena, Sephiroth notes consciously as he charges in through the pathway that has been cleared, his word out and with the blade all tucked along the back of his arm. Ready for anything.
The first volley of gunfire in his direction is cast away almost as if Masamune were a shield rather than just an overlong sword that he knows what to do with but as more join in the assault which seems suddenly to be directly at him, well, he knows when there is too much incoming and considering...
Sephiroth makes a run for it, in a direction opposite to where the cadets were pinned down, to where the bomb-girl is headed, as it becomes obvious that they seem suddenly to be more interested in him. He's hardly time to look for her, really.
Making a point to dodge around the next biggest cluster of debris that would be able to hide him from sight Sephiroth presses his back against it, closing out the sounds of his own breathing and waiting for those troopers to get close enough for him to spring a surprise melee attack.
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The first volley of gunfire in his direction is cast away almost as if Masamune were a shield rather than just an overlong sword that he knows what to do with but as more join in the assault which seems suddenly to be directly at him, well, he knows when there is too much incoming and considering...
Sephiroth makes a run for it, in a direction opposite to where the cadets were pinned down, to where the bomb-girl is headed, as it becomes obvious that they seem suddenly to be more interested in him. He's hardly time to look for her, really.
Making a point to dodge around the next biggest cluster of debris that would be able to hide him from sight Sephiroth presses his back against it, closing out the sounds of his own breathing and waiting for those troopers to get close enough for him to spring a surprise melee attack.
Then heading for the next cover, and so on.]