Cut-cut-slash, the fight with the accompanying soldiers around the robotic spider had proved more difficult than Sephiroth had found fighting over the last couple of days. No surprises really if he dared to pause to consider it. He was without the stat-raising buffs that Genesis had granted him before, out of the assistance that working through the Coliseum teamed up in one capacity or another had granted him. Not to mention the exhaustion that rippled through his frame with almost every sword-strike. Sephiroth didn't know if he looked that exhausted or not, and to be quite frank he wouldn't care - they needed to protect the presidential palace or it would all have been for nothing.

He hadn't seen the barrels from the robot be pointed in his direction, and only vaguely had he been aware of the shouting, yelling and the respective actions of his comrades in this fight. It all had blurred into the constant chink-chink of metal on metal as he battled away.

But it was impossible not to notice Luffy and as the explosive, blinding white of his electric-charged limit break went off Sephiroth had no chance to react. He was blown back away from the epicenter with the force, along with many more of those he were fighting- crashing into the pavement further back and the momentum rolling him thrice before coming to a stop on his front.

Pushing up with his arms, Sephiroth was acutely aware of the dull throbbing that intensified throughout his frame now that he'd been brought to an abrupt stop - all of it rung in time with a cloud of nausea just on the inside of his awareness. More than a little dazed he peered around from within his dragoon-helm, forcing his head to turn as he sought not only to locate where Masamune had been flung to but also what were the outcome of the limit break had been.