He'd not quite landed back down after his last attack, when time was just stopped. All that could be done was to watch, feel and think as all those stored attacks Kalki had spent the last two turns saving up same in an unstoppable procession. Sephiroth internally recoiled in that moment when she was just there, facing him front on, but all he could do was watch -searching the form before him as if for anyway to guess- and then all focus shattered at the unmistakable agony of a sword being plunged through him. Though on account of the magic that held them trapped, he couldn't even cry out.
Then it was as if someone hit the play button but fast-forward a few seconds too far. Blood. Leather. The cracked ground of the crystalline garden. A over-large shape rising into the air over the edge of a cliff.
He'd never needed any Life spell to bring him back, not that Sephiroth recalled anyway. Much like Kaji when he was revived the rush of air suddenly being taken into lungs again was a burning sensation unlike anything else. Though he did manage to suppress the cough, put a firm grip back around Masamune's handle and pull both it and himself back to his feet.
Someone must have used that buff again; the Regen effect topping up health as the warrior reached with his free hand into his jacket for a potion -the only one he'd brought along, but it was a case or now or maybe-never. That Haste was there again too; he could feel that beating just beneath-
Combat Mode.
There was no time to hold back now. That Summon couldn't be allowed to tilt the balance against them.
Deathblow: Octaslash
It seemed that both moves were cast so close together that even Sephiroth himself counted on it as one maneuver where it seemed he hadn't been effected by the buff-penalty. The energy from his own internal stirred lifestream which manifested around Masamune like a tail of disturbed dust in his wake. His silver hair like a great streak as he dashed to the offensive again.
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Then it was as if someone hit the play button but fast-forward a few seconds too far. Blood. Leather. The cracked ground of the crystalline garden. A over-large shape rising into the air over the edge of a cliff.
He'd never needed any Life spell to bring him back, not that Sephiroth recalled anyway. Much like Kaji when he was revived the rush of air suddenly being taken into lungs again was a burning sensation unlike anything else. Though he did manage to suppress the cough, put a firm grip back around Masamune's handle and pull both it and himself back to his feet.
Someone must have used that buff again; the Regen effect topping up health as the warrior reached with his free hand into his jacket for a potion -the only one he'd brought along, but it was a case or now or maybe-never. That Haste was there again too; he could feel that beating just beneath-
Combat Mode.
There was no time to hold back now.
That Summon couldn't be allowed to tilt the balance against them.
Deathblow: Octaslash
It seemed that both moves were cast so close together that even Sephiroth himself counted on it as one maneuver where it seemed he hadn't been effected by the buff-penalty. The energy from his own internal stirred lifestream which manifested around Masamune like a tail of disturbed dust in his wake. His silver hair like a great streak as he dashed to the offensive again.