[Luka is out of the way. Incapacitated, he can’t be sure, not with how strong the creature's hold is over him. But that doesn’t matter; he doesn’t need more time than what he’s been granted. He seeks to end it in the next handful of seconds.
The sky goes an ominous gray above them, the atmosphere crackles with an electric buzz. He can feel it, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up; he's cast enough thunder spells in his own time to know what is to come. Just as Sephiroth has trained, time and time again, to know what he can and cannot handle. Even when he rises from his landing, there’s no hesitation in his eyes. They are sharp, cold, and utterly hard with determination.
He leaps forward and the lightning crashes down, a huge bolt of power that blinds all who would look at it — and it collides right into Sephiroth. The impact is like a hammer slamming onto a diamond object, the pressure expands outwards, the energy its own kind of explosion, overwhelming and crackling. There is no sight of the silver-haired SOLDIER for how much the lightning engulfs him, ensnares him completely. There is no doubt it was a direct hit.
Sephiroth experiences it fully. The energy coursing through him, which would cause a man to double over if not for his impossible constitution. His body is already recovering in the time that he takes to brace against the angry electricity, and the pain exists like it was a faraway thing only to be observed in his mind’s eye. It’s easy enough to push through.
So he does, the momentum carrying him through the giant bolt itself, and Masamune is all the more sparking because of it. Sephiroth angles his blade forward, a single, powerful thrust aimed right towards the creature’s throat. Right through the maw itself if he has to.
Behind him, the lightning hasn’t even fizzled out.]
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The sky goes an ominous gray above them, the atmosphere crackles with an electric buzz. He can feel it, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up; he's cast enough thunder spells in his own time to know what is to come. Just as Sephiroth has trained, time and time again, to know what he can and cannot handle. Even when he rises from his landing, there’s no hesitation in his eyes. They are sharp, cold, and utterly hard with determination.
He leaps forward and the lightning crashes down, a huge bolt of power that blinds all who would look at it — and it collides right into Sephiroth. The impact is like a hammer slamming onto a diamond object, the pressure expands outwards, the energy its own kind of explosion, overwhelming and crackling. There is no sight of the silver-haired SOLDIER for how much the lightning engulfs him, ensnares him completely. There is no doubt it was a direct hit.
Sephiroth experiences it fully. The energy coursing through him, which would cause a man to double over if not for his impossible constitution. His body is already recovering in the time that he takes to brace against the angry electricity, and the pain exists like it was a faraway thing only to be observed in his mind’s eye. It’s easy enough to push through.
So he does, the momentum carrying him through the giant bolt itself, and Masamune is all the more sparking because of it. Sephiroth angles his blade forward, a single, powerful thrust aimed right towards the creature’s throat. Right through the maw itself if he has to.
Behind him, the lightning hasn’t even fizzled out.]