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Dec 08, 2004 10:31

The streams of golden light played across the green field, and the stone ruins that were off in the distance. His jaw tightened, the time had arrived. The moment he had planned for, had secluded himself for, and sacrificed so many creatures to the progression of his knowledge.

Step Four )

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angsty_strife December 13 2004, 16:59:12 UTC
Right. Cloud jumped into the air, as he deflected Sephiroth's attack with his own sword. Anima dismissed himself in the process. Summoning the Spiran Aeons was always so tiring. It took a lot of concentration.

No, it wasn't all, and Cloud would have taken a moment to respond to Sephiroth, but he was too busy trying to defend himself. Strike while the man's still down, right? Or, at least, comparitively speaking. Cloud landed, behind Sephiroth, turning quickly on his heel. He was damned glad that he had a Regen spell cast upon him.

Geostigma took a lot out of you. Wiping the sweat off of his brow, Cloud rushed at Sephiroth again.

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ff10_tidus_ff10 December 13 2004, 17:09:06 UTC
Tidus could see this battle was taking its toll on Cloud. He saw the sweat on his face and with a determined nod. He tightened his hold on his sword and as Cloud rushed at Sephiroth. He decided to try something else.

His hand lifted and a slowga was cast at Sephiroth. If he could slow the other down, Tidus would feel better. He didn't know how long Cloud could keep up this speed and he frankly didn't want him to.

He knew how bad the Geostigma was and he wasn't willing to risk him even in the pursuit of something like this. He was doing his best to remain out of this, knowing that this wasn't really his fight but it was hard.

A protect went up over him and he flexed his hands around the hilt of his sword once more.

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evilmako December 13 2004, 17:25:03 UTC
Sephiroth jumped up and twisted in the air, his sword swept behind him to deter Cloud's approach, but he was still far away. His left hand released the sword and his palm pressed toward Cloud, "Earth 3". The slowga hit him. Sephiroth slowed in air. His head turned, and whole body followed. The sword was passed hand to hand to complete the turn with him still heading toward Tidus. Tt felt like an eternity. His teeth clenched, "Haste." A third of his speed returned, and he got his sword around to meet with Tidus' sword. They clashed and Sephiroth was stuck in his tracks, "Ba st ard"

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angsty_strife December 13 2004, 17:48:06 UTC
Cloud toppled to the ground, as it seemed that he was particularly vulnerable to magic spells. As the earth shook around him, he couldn't find his footing. His eyes scanned the rumbling ground in panic, because he couldn't find Tidus or Sephiroth. They were here, somewhere.

Calling out Tidus' name, Cloud hoped that a response would help him get his bearings back.

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ff10_tidus_ff10 December 13 2004, 17:51:44 UTC
" Cloud!" Tidus shouted out as he heard his name shouted in panic.

His teeth gritted together as Sephiroth's sword came closer towards him. He tightened his hold and pushed back but the side of Sephiroth's sword cut his cheek and a sharp stinging pain took up residence in that side of Tidus' face.

He ignored it and simply pushed back against Sephiroth and used that opening to spring away from the other. As he did, his sword cut out in a wide circle towards Sephiroth.

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evilmako December 13 2004, 18:06:44 UTC
Sephiroth was still under the effects of slowga. The slash slipped acrossed his bare stomach. As it connected, slowga ended. He collapsed down with a cry. He looked up and stared daggers at Tidus. His fist tighted, they weren't going to give him the opportunity. He had to make it. His hand started to glow red, the aura of a summon. "Child of Zanarkland...have you ever seen the destruction that a summon can do?" The storm was hitting. He raised his hand to the sky. "Alexander!" He cried, his hand opened, the red aura rising to the sky. The sky's changed, glowing a glorious white. The hand came back down and he laid it on his own chest. A calm plaintative smile on his face. "On myself.", he said calmly ( ... )

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ff10_tidus_ff10 December 15 2004, 08:08:53 UTC
Tidus didn't know what had happened. One moment, Sephiroth was there and the next he wasn't. He was crushed beneath that huge foot. Why would he do that? Tidus was so caught up in staring at the scene unfolding before his eyes. He didn't notice the wall that was falling towards him ( ... )

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angsty_strife December 15 2004, 12:13:41 UTC
While Cloud heard the creaks, and the subsequent collapse, and the protect spell was casted over him just fine, he didn't see Tidus fall underneath the rubble. As Alexander's heavy feet retreated, Cloud looked around the remnants of the room, in a panic. His first thought?

Holy shit, it got Tidus, too.

For a moment, Cloud had forgotten about the pursuit of Sephiroth. He was also on the wrong side of the room to do anything about the retreating summon. To do anything, really.

But, rationale, and the general laws of physics wasn't enough to keep Cloud stranded for long. He made a quick leap to another fragment of the floor, catching onto it with his good hand, and pulling himself upward. After he stood, careful not to slip on the rubble, Cloud began climbing over the broken wall, eyes scanning for anything that he could find.

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evilmako December 15 2004, 13:35:25 UTC
Death, is that was it was. Was that the whole goal of this crusade. The months of planning, it had worked. The deep impression of where Sephiroth lay, his body half in the ground. Blood seemed to pool in the depression his body had made. His left eye open, blood dripping off the eye lash. He twitched, his neck spasmed, dipping his body just a little more into the blood. His vision coming back, the world was sideways, and it looked red and brown. Slowly Sephiroth become aware of his surroundings. His hand reached out and clawed at the dirt. He pulled himself out of the pool. His silver mane now stained with blood at dirt. He looked around, at the devastation and at his body. Cuts and scrapes...and rivulets of blood all over it. He slowly rose to his feet, finding it very difficult like a new born would. His pants and boots were the only thing that remained of his armor and his sword was missing as well. There was also something else missing. The tug, the sense of where Cloud was. A laugh began, one that threatened to ( ... )

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