Being as Sephiroth were inspecting the side of the giant mog with the Dark Light, when it turned towards them and spread that over-massive smile across it's face, it too brought a half-step back in a recoil from him. The torch turned off and returned to it's place on the side of his photon pack as Sephiroth returned the thrower to his belt. Crouching alongside the wall of the alleyway, his opposite hand lingered mere inches from where the hilt of his sword were positioned, thumbing the strap which would release it from it's down-diagonal position and into his hand.

"I guess so." He answered Ashelia, not for a moment phased by her sudden appearance. It was silently noted, how well she'd gotten skilled with the Psychic abilities though.

Though grateful for Haste as the effects rose up over him, he still hesitated to draw his sword. What use would running up to it's nearest foot and attacking it would grant?

It's not like there were anyone with any better ideas, and Zelda's spell wouldn't last forever -the hilt dropped suddenly to his grip and the steel sung as it was drawn. While Jade was left casting Firaga behind him Sephiroth used the extra speed granted to dash out of the alley, towards the nearest foot with everything he had. Launching himself forward and slashing with an Armor Break first -attempting to use the giant foot as a springboard to propel himself back post-strike- before launching again with Flame Tongue. Rinse and repeat with a large retreat afterwards so if there would be a retaliation he might have a better chance to dodge.

Hopefully somewhere in the middle of all of that, Jade's Firaga might meet it's mark.