In the meantime, Sephiroth had managed to pull himself back up to his feet while those in the room recovered -or just joined- in the wake of the energy blast he'd unleashed. The perpetually toxic smile across his face seemed to indicate he was satisfied enough with the outcome for the time being, but that promise of so much more destruction lingered there just behind his expression.

He still seemed to have his left hand poised out away from his one side, as if expecting there to be a weapon there which the 'real' Sephiroth had made the effort to lock away securely; just in case this exact worst-case would play out. Never mind, he had all the powers that Narayana granted, alongside a very special combat-Job that no one else had-

Ales' Arm Shot struck first, knocking the outstretched arm back and away with a frustrated sounding gasp. K'pandolu's Blizzara spell chilled the air directly around him and then with the precursor of a loud crackling sound, the ice shot up his legs from the ground up, encasing his frame up until just passed the knee. For what it was worth it snapped Sephiroth's attention directly to the small miqo'te, where Ales' attack had been only a minor inconvenience by comparison; his left-arm still felt impaired some, but it was time to blow that all out of the water.

"Tch-"

A rush of energy -not so much a blast as a wave- went out from Sephiroth as Combat Mode was initiated and quickly followed with Narayana's Blessing; the temporary ice-y prison he was held in yawned before the inherent strength bonus that the custom job provided then delivered his escape - shattering ice into tiny particles all around as he forced a Dash towards K'pandolu.

He might not have a sword, but that closed fist coming around from his right side might be strong enough to crack concrete on it's own.