[This changing environment is too much for Cloud’s mind. The imagery strikes close to home in ways that the younger man has not allowed himself to process yet, and though Sephiroth would love to take this opportunity to weave this weakness into its own weapon, he’s done that before. In the past, or in a future that does not yet exist. This time, the rules of the game are different; this time, Sephiroth cannot allow the full truth of what happened in that reactor to break him into pieces.
Not yet, anyway.]
Cloud.
[Masamune gleams. There is one way to bring him back to the “present”, and Sephiroth’s mastery over the art of violence makes it easy.]
Pay attention to me.
[He darts forward, quick for someone of his size, his blade arcing in a long sweep towards Cloud. The man needs to block if he doesn’t want to find himself severed in two. And the crashing steel of the blow should neatly send him flying off of this steep mountainside if Sephiroth has his way.]
no subject
Not yet, anyway.]
Cloud.
[Masamune gleams. There is one way to bring him back to the “present”, and Sephiroth’s mastery over the art of violence makes it easy.]
Pay attention to me.
[He darts forward, quick for someone of his size, his blade arcing in a long sweep towards Cloud. The man needs to block if he doesn’t want to find himself severed in two. And the crashing steel of the blow should neatly send him flying off of this steep mountainside if Sephiroth has his way.]