[ The demon watches the exchange of blows, a huff of air escaping that ghastly maw that sounds almost like a laugh. Oh, yes, there is uncanny intelligence behind that fiery gaze, and it is enjoying this.
Were he able to think straight, Luka would be aware of Sephiroth's strength, would no better than to face him head on, but the shackles around his will have him drive forward with no thought of strategy. So, Sephiroth's sword collides with his own, the impact driving the blade from his hands. Undeterred, Luka squares up as if he means to dive right back in, unarmed with fists flying, but he hesitates. Recognition flashes in his gaze, though he remains frozen in place as if he cannot quite will his own body to move.
In that same moment, the demon yelps at the sudden heat beneath its paws, leaping away as the fire erupts, singing its fur. All at once it becomes apparent: it cannot fight and keep its hold on Luka at the same time. ]
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Were he able to think straight, Luka would be aware of Sephiroth's strength, would no better than to face him head on, but the shackles around his will have him drive forward with no thought of strategy. So, Sephiroth's sword collides with his own, the impact driving the blade from his hands. Undeterred, Luka squares up as if he means to dive right back in, unarmed with fists flying, but he hesitates. Recognition flashes in his gaze, though he remains frozen in place as if he cannot quite will his own body to move.
In that same moment, the demon yelps at the sudden heat beneath its paws, leaping away as the fire erupts, singing its fur. All at once it becomes apparent: it cannot fight and keep its hold on Luka at the same time. ]