[Not enough distance. Not enough time. Luka is already springing forward again like a predator whose focus cannot be shaken, and Sephiroth accounts for his speed a second time, ratcheting his own up to match.
Steel clashes. Masamune rings like crystal struck. And Sephiroth pushes forward, then leaps back to create space between them. Mid-motion, he arcs his sword to cover that same space so his friend cannot follow — the tip of his sword aims to crash hard against Luka’s to disarm him.
He’s still keenly aware of that demon, though, trained to keep track of all threats even when they exit his periphery. With his free hand, Sephiroth extends it in the monster’s direction. A pillar of flame coils and burns beneath its feet, the threatening to erupt and envelop it mere moments later.]
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Steel clashes. Masamune rings like crystal struck. And Sephiroth pushes forward, then leaps back to create space between them. Mid-motion, he arcs his sword to cover that same space so his friend cannot follow — the tip of his sword aims to crash hard against Luka’s to disarm him.
He’s still keenly aware of that demon, though, trained to keep track of all threats even when they exit his periphery. With his free hand, Sephiroth extends it in the monster’s direction. A pillar of flame coils and burns beneath its feet, the threatening to erupt and envelop it mere moments later.]