Given their situation, being in the midst of battle, MarKus would be forgiven for not having the time to inspect Masamune that closely as the sword was far from trash. It's legendary nature aside, that sword had been arguably the best caliber of blade available on Gaia and even since Sephiroth had arrived to Crystallis he'd been taking care of it like he had always done. Sure it was more than a little battle-scarred currently due to the fact he'd been fighting for nearly three days straight but it was certainly not going to break any time soon. The gleam caught all down the long, sharp edge was still undeniable.
Sephiroth had managed to scrape his legs underneath him and get to his feet as the chilling air of Diamond Dust swept around the area out from the blue-skinned eidolon. The cold burned at his tired eyes but thankfully he was far enough out from the activity that he was relatively safe. His gaze found the spider-robot, -the other soldiers' dead bodies littering the space around them- noting how it seemed to struggle with it's regeneration in the wake of Shiva's attack. Kind of half-going through the moves to do so but then the energy not stretching far enough.
It was probably a good thing that MarKus couldn't see the immediate scowl from behind Sephiroth's helmet at the way that the pommel-end of Masamune's handle was bashed against his breastplate along with the accompanying comment. Just who did this guy even think he was talking to? 'Get back to work-'- how rude could this guy get? 'Work it til it breaks'- hmph, whatever.
What resulted was nothing but a half-snort of a grunt as Sephiroth closed his hand around the handle presented, and both pulled harshly away from MarKus and stepped into a stance away from him. Apparently having little regard to how close MarKus was to the keen edge of his sword, but in reality having perfect control; even though MarKus might have expected it to cut him, it did not. Still, it expressed how unimpressed he was without causing any injury.
"You should get back." He commented lowly, with just a hint of sarcasm before Sephiroth turned his attention completely back to the robot, resetting the grip on his sword. Spirit Surge took a beat longer than he liked for it to be cast, but gritting his teeth and blowing air out of his nose Sephiroth executed Leap once more-
-he came down Masamune first, like a great pincer into the middle of the mass of metal that was still trying to execute it's self repair.
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Sephiroth had managed to scrape his legs underneath him and get to his feet as the chilling air of Diamond Dust swept around the area out from the blue-skinned eidolon. The cold burned at his tired eyes but thankfully he was far enough out from the activity that he was relatively safe. His gaze found the spider-robot, -the other soldiers' dead bodies littering the space around them- noting how it seemed to struggle with it's regeneration in the wake of Shiva's attack. Kind of half-going through the moves to do so but then the energy not stretching far enough.
It was probably a good thing that MarKus couldn't see the immediate scowl from behind Sephiroth's helmet at the way that the pommel-end of Masamune's handle was bashed against his breastplate along with the accompanying comment. Just who did this guy even think he was talking to? 'Get back to work-'- how rude could this guy get? 'Work it til it breaks'- hmph, whatever.
What resulted was nothing but a half-snort of a grunt as Sephiroth closed his hand around the handle presented, and both pulled harshly away from MarKus and stepped into a stance away from him. Apparently having little regard to how close MarKus was to the keen edge of his sword, but in reality having perfect control; even though MarKus might have expected it to cut him, it did not. Still, it expressed how unimpressed he was without causing any injury.
"You should get back." He commented lowly, with just a hint of sarcasm before Sephiroth turned his attention completely back to the robot, resetting the grip on his sword. Spirit Surge took a beat longer than he liked for it to be cast, but gritting his teeth and blowing air out of his nose Sephiroth executed Leap once more-
-he came down Masamune first, like a great pincer into the middle of the mass of metal that was still trying to execute it's self repair.