[It's easy enough to smile in battle; it's coupled with the sensation of pride and entertainment, both of which he finds so naturally ingrained in a fight. Even when facing off with monsters that wish to kill them with their searing hot blades, Sephiroth knows how challenging any given altercation will be within the first few seconds — he would have deemed this one boring, if not for the novelty of facing creatures he’s never seen before, or the companion at his back with whom it is easy to stoke a fire beneath, it would seem.
So there’s some amusement to be had, and he actually makes a noise that sounds it as Luka rushes forward and ends the life of another Anala. The display of ice coating the man’s sword is worthy of observation, watching it disperse the heat of the opposing blade and running itself through the monster within a second of each other.
Interesting.]
Magic? [—he asks as he straightens out of an offensive stance, now left with one other monster. Undeterred by being the last one standing, it rushes forward, aiming to slash at Luka with its blade after felling its kin.
Sephiroth raises his hand, calls for magic in a glow that swirls faintly around him, luminescent green. Suddenly the temperature around them drops and an array long icicles form in the air, sharp and spiked. The SOLDIER’s gloved hand clenches into a fist and they careen into the creature, impaling it one by one by one. Missing the heart, hopefully, but Sephiroth can only make educated guesses. shrug emoji
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So there’s some amusement to be had, and he actually makes a noise that sounds it as Luka rushes forward and ends the life of another Anala. The display of ice coating the man’s sword is worthy of observation, watching it disperse the heat of the opposing blade and running itself through the monster within a second of each other.
Interesting.]
Magic? [—he asks as he straightens out of an offensive stance, now left with one other monster. Undeterred by being the last one standing, it rushes forward, aiming to slash at Luka with its blade after felling its kin.
Sephiroth raises his hand, calls for magic in a glow that swirls faintly around him, luminescent green. Suddenly the temperature around them drops and an array long icicles form in the air, sharp and spiked. The SOLDIER’s gloved hand clenches into a fist and they careen into the creature, impaling it one by one by one. Missing the heart, hopefully, but Sephiroth can only make educated guesses.
shrug emojiIt crumples to the ground moments after, slain.]
Cheating, usually, but it gets the job done.