[Masamune makes contact. He can tell just by gripping its hilt, the feeling of the blade sliding straight through flesh. Through bone. He knows it well.
And in the next moment, the monster is no more. Life cut short, its weight drops to the ground, threatening to bring Sephiroth down along with it. The SOLDIER merely retracts his blade in a single motion, cutting through the flesh a second time in its exit. He lands next to the creature’s head as dust from the ground billows up beneath the massive thud of its collapse.
He lingers only long enough to confirm his kill. Blood pools at his boots, and it’s no longer breathing. His skin still tingles from the excess lightning. No longer a concern, he turns to look where Luka is still halfway-fallen down the road, and moves to meet him.
Sephiroth is never the sort to hurry, to move out of pure panic. But his steps are faster than usual, the length of his blade cast in crimson, almost dragging along the length of the ground.]
Luka—
[He calls out when near enough, a frown marring his pale complexion.]
Are you all right? Are you back with me?
[Released from the hold of that thing, green eyes search the other’s, seeking clarity, presentness, and recognition.]
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And in the next moment, the monster is no more. Life cut short, its weight drops to the ground, threatening to bring Sephiroth down along with it. The SOLDIER merely retracts his blade in a single motion, cutting through the flesh a second time in its exit. He lands next to the creature’s head as dust from the ground billows up beneath the massive thud of its collapse.
He lingers only long enough to confirm his kill. Blood pools at his boots, and it’s no longer breathing. His skin still tingles from the excess lightning. No longer a concern, he turns to look where Luka is still halfway-fallen down the road, and moves to meet him.
Sephiroth is never the sort to hurry, to move out of pure panic. But his steps are faster than usual, the length of his blade cast in crimson, almost dragging along the length of the ground.]
Luka—
[He calls out when near enough, a frown marring his pale complexion.]
Are you all right? Are you back with me?
[Released from the hold of that thing, green eyes search the other’s, seeking clarity, presentness, and recognition.]