It seemed that Masamune sung with satisfaction as the tip nicked the bridge of Cloud's nose; the sword hadn't been turned on anyone here with lethal intention for a great many years and now the illusion were all over with.

Their battle continued, almost too fast for individual movements to be seen as Sephiroth curled his over-long sword back around for another slash at his opponent, then found he had to reposition himself quickly to avoid the two shorter blades as they went sailing in his direction from Cloud's kick. His attacking flurry interrupted as he seemed almost to teleport-dodge them.

Now they might understand the true weight of his custom jobs, the abilities for which he'd kept a careful control over until now, lest anyone be prepared for the inhuman parameters Sephiroth had as a combatant.

Still, it was a close call when Cloud thrust in with his stab, the edge of the Buster Sword scoring a line across leather as it passed flat with Sephiroth's back - his long silver hair losing a few threads in the process but for the most part it was still falling down into place by the time he moved next.

Which was a lunge forward towards Cloud, with Masamune curled back behind him, at the end of which Sephiroth dropped his shoulder and made to barge up into Cloud's chest with his pauldron. It only took a single drop of additional momentum fired into his now-charged being telekinetically to give even more thrust behind the manuever.

"It's over."

Naturally, once Cloud were up and more into that coveted range, Sephiroth spun and dragged Masamune horizontally in mid-air; across where Cloud might come down.