[ The more the demon has to concentrate on finishing Sephiroth, the less her hold on Luka becomes. The voice in his head grows distant, and Luka finds his control return to him by small degrees. He struggles to get up to one knee, eyes flicking to his fallen sword in the dirt. He thinks better of it, in the end. Even only half under the creature’s control, he’s a liability.
So there really is nothing more he can do but watch. His hair is practically standing on end with all the electricity swirling around, the weight of gathered aether sitting atop the feeling of static and the smell of ozone.
He expects Sephiroth to dodge the blow, but even as Luka has to bring an arm up to shield his eyes from the bright flash of a lightning bolt that even the Lord of Levin would be jealous of, he sees his friend take the hit, head on.
It all happens so fast, the first syllable of Sephiroth’s name leave his lips in a startled cry, but then the figure of the SOLDIER is leaping away from the point of impact looking like he’s hardly bothered. Luka plops to the ground with little ceremony, like a puppet with his strings cut and left to sit and gawp. He had the sense that Sephiroth had been holding something back, but this?
The demon seems similarly surprised, its hold on Luka completely forgotten. Its mouth snaps open, either to try and catch Sephiroth in its jaws or in its own gasp of surprise. It matters little, however, because Masamune dives into that gaping maw and the steel punches out of the back of the creature’s head. It gives a wet-sounding gurgle, the last echoes of a growl, and topples over. The body hits the ground, taking with it another section of wall and kicking up a cloud of dust. Overhead, the sky clears.
So does Luka’s head, the influence of the demon gone out with the light of its life, but he still can’t quite bring himself to get up from where he’s fallen on his rear in the middle of the road. Dimly, he realizes his jaw and his ribs are aching, but he’s still trying to catch up to what just happened. ]
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So there really is nothing more he can do but watch. His hair is practically standing on end with all the electricity swirling around, the weight of gathered aether sitting atop the feeling of static and the smell of ozone.
He expects Sephiroth to dodge the blow, but even as Luka has to bring an arm up to shield his eyes from the bright flash of a lightning bolt that even the Lord of Levin would be jealous of, he sees his friend take the hit, head on.
It all happens so fast, the first syllable of Sephiroth’s name leave his lips in a startled cry, but then the figure of the SOLDIER is leaping away from the point of impact looking like he’s hardly bothered. Luka plops to the ground with little ceremony, like a puppet with his strings cut and left to sit and gawp. He had the sense that Sephiroth had been holding something back, but this?
The demon seems similarly surprised, its hold on Luka completely forgotten. Its mouth snaps open, either to try and catch Sephiroth in its jaws or in its own gasp of surprise. It matters little, however, because Masamune dives into that gaping maw and the steel punches out of the back of the creature’s head. It gives a wet-sounding gurgle, the last echoes of a growl, and topples over. The body hits the ground, taking with it another section of wall and kicking up a cloud of dust. Overhead, the sky clears.
So does Luka’s head, the influence of the demon gone out with the light of its life, but he still can’t quite bring himself to get up from where he’s fallen on his rear in the middle of the road. Dimly, he realizes his jaw and his ribs are aching, but he’s still trying to catch up to what just happened. ]