[He’s prepared for the second onslaught of flame. This creature might have its own ways of downing prey, but Sephiroth has more magic to call upon, his speed and strength to disorient and overcome it. He’s ready to charge forward, to close the space between them, and send impossibly quick strikes lashing at the monster’s face.
But Luka takes the initiative first, unfolding lightning-fast, and before he can even register what’s happening, his friend is sent careening away.]
Luka!
[Damn it.
His jaw clenches, adrenaline properly shooting through his veins now. His eyes track where the other man lands, a burst of magic that he can’t quite parse sparking against the environment, leaving him to hope that he hasn’t just been gifted a handful of broken bones. (He thinks of Zack and the dragon. Tossed aside like a rag doll, thrown into unconsciousness. He doesn’t wish for a repeat.)
Sephiroth is already rushing forward when the monster turns his attention towards Luka. The priority is clear: become the more interesting target again. Take the danger far away from his fallen companion, or else the consequences become fatal.]
I’m still here! [—he calls out, and in the effort, another materia activates, sending a huge crack of lightning jolting down from the sky, slamming into the space directly between where Luka has fallen and the monster. The air reeks of burnt ozone.]
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But Luka takes the initiative first, unfolding lightning-fast, and before he can even register what’s happening, his friend is sent careening away.]
Luka!
[Damn it.
His jaw clenches, adrenaline properly shooting through his veins now. His eyes track where the other man lands, a burst of magic that he can’t quite parse sparking against the environment, leaving him to hope that he hasn’t just been gifted a handful of broken bones. (He thinks of Zack and the dragon. Tossed aside like a rag doll, thrown into unconsciousness. He doesn’t wish for a repeat.)
Sephiroth is already rushing forward when the monster turns his attention towards Luka. The priority is clear: become the more interesting target again. Take the danger far away from his fallen companion, or else the consequences become fatal.]
I’m still here! [—he calls out, and in the effort, another materia activates, sending a huge crack of lightning jolting down from the sky, slamming into the space directly between where Luka has fallen and the monster. The air reeks of burnt ozone.]