A smothered consciousness somewhere in the back of Sephiroth's mind also flared up as Masamune sliced through Buster Sword. That sword was the symbol of Angeal's pride and honor, regardless of how Cloud attached it to Zack and it burned at that consciousness - though only momentarily before the villain drowned the other voice in his head out again. He didn't even know the relevance.
At the same time, a more distinct pull at somewhere intangible, deep down, indicated that the connection Sephiroth were trying to forge with the Calamity was quickly getting to the point where he'd need to release control over himself. For a moment that seemed to drag on forever when compared to how quickly they had been moving in combat, Sephiroth raised a hand to his middle as if feeling that tug at the center of his torso. Almost as if he were winded, he stopped for that moment and needed to fight his will forwards before blinking it off and resetting his stance.
"This has gone on, for far too long, Cloud."
His eyes flared up with a color even more intense than he had ever had on Gaia as he pushed forwards then. Resuming his attack on his arch-nemesis with a far more urgent vigor. Every maneuver Sephiroth pulled in his flurry held no illusion of it's lethal intent; he wasn't playing anymore. He needed to finish Cloud now, and complete the transition.
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A smothered consciousness somewhere in the back of Sephiroth's mind also flared up as Masamune sliced through Buster Sword. That sword was the symbol of Angeal's pride and honor, regardless of how Cloud attached it to Zack and it burned at that consciousness - though only momentarily before the villain drowned the other voice in his head out again. He didn't even know the relevance.
At the same time, a more distinct pull at somewhere intangible, deep down, indicated that the connection Sephiroth were trying to forge with the Calamity was quickly getting to the point where he'd need to release control over himself. For a moment that seemed to drag on forever when compared to how quickly they had been moving in combat, Sephiroth raised a hand to his middle as if feeling that tug at the center of his torso. Almost as if he were winded, he stopped for that moment and needed to fight his will forwards before blinking it off and resetting his stance.
"This has gone on, for far too long, Cloud."
His eyes flared up with a color even more intense than he had ever had on Gaia as he pushed forwards then. Resuming his attack on his arch-nemesis with a far more urgent vigor. Every maneuver Sephiroth pulled in his flurry held no illusion of it's lethal intent; he wasn't playing anymore. He needed to finish Cloud now, and complete the transition.