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From the Tumblr prompts meme; 'Cissnei is forced to spar against a SOLDIER'
Sephiroth is twenty and Cissnei is fourteen; Veld is infallible and Hojo ever smug. This is not a fair fight in any shape or form, something they all know but none are willing to say. The first because he knows it will do no good, the second for the sake of her pride, the third because when orders come down from the top, he has no choice, and the fourth because he simply has nothing to say about such. The girl raises her shuriken defensively, and Mako green eyes watch her to follow intent.
It was her that makes the first move, after long moments of standing there with nothing done. A lunge forward, and she is quick about it, arched and aim to strike in a deadly manner, materia equipped and suited best for her defensive needs. The long blade of Masamune sings as she’s blocked and deflected, again and again without being able to penetrate the one and only First Class SOLDIER’s defenses. He does not want to fight her, there was little to prove in this between them at all. Rather, a chance for Hojo to gloat what they had already started to know.
You Turks are not as irreplaceable as you once thought before.
There are others older than her that could of gone though these steps, but she is the only other one raised in ShinRa so, as Hojo had mockingly pointed out. He is the one who sneers when she drops to knee when the young Turk is pushed back again, panting hard and eyes blazing.
“She can’t do a thing against him.” He tells Veld, an obvious statement that would make the man roll his eyes if he were any less stoic. The Turk steps forward to call it off, and Sephiroth relaxes his guard just a fraction at it.
“Not yet!”
Not once giving up even though she can’t do a thing to him, out of breath even to it. “I’m not… Done yet. Don’t call this off.”
One more push- She charges in with reckless regard to the blade, catching it between the prongs of her shuriken when Sephiroth counters and driving both weapons to the ground, Masamune trapped between them. It is as far as she gets, the other retaliating quickly with the strength he had kept back for her sake, and the girl is knocked into the far wall a moment later, stunned briefly but standing after shaking it out. Nothing again, but the point still stands, made that very day against someone much stronger than her.
“If it’s one thing you’ve taught your dogs, Veld-” Hojo sniffs, turning away with his clipboard and jolting something down as he leaves, putting an end to the session. “It is that they do not know when they are beaten.” This entry was originally posted at http://enkindle.dreamwidth.org/128112.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Sephiroth is twenty and Cissnei is fourteen; Veld is infallible and Hojo ever smug. This is not a fair fight in any shape or form, something they all know but none are willing to say. The first because he knows it will do no good, the second for the sake of her pride, the third because when orders come down from the top, he has no choice, and the fourth because he simply has nothing to say about such. The girl raises her shuriken defensively, and Mako green eyes watch her to follow intent.
It was her that makes the first move, after long moments of standing there with nothing done. A lunge forward, and she is quick about it, arched and aim to strike in a deadly manner, materia equipped and suited best for her defensive needs. The long blade of Masamune sings as she’s blocked and deflected, again and again without being able to penetrate the one and only First Class SOLDIER’s defenses. He does not want to fight her, there was little to prove in this between them at all. Rather, a chance for Hojo to gloat what they had already started to know.
You Turks are not as irreplaceable as you once thought before.
There are others older than her that could of gone though these steps, but she is the only other one raised in ShinRa so, as Hojo had mockingly pointed out. He is the one who sneers when she drops to knee when the young Turk is pushed back again, panting hard and eyes blazing.
“She can’t do a thing against him.” He tells Veld, an obvious statement that would make the man roll his eyes if he were any less stoic. The Turk steps forward to call it off, and Sephiroth relaxes his guard just a fraction at it.
“Not yet!”
Not once giving up even though she can’t do a thing to him, out of breath even to it. “I’m not… Done yet. Don’t call this off.”
One more push- She charges in with reckless regard to the blade, catching it between the prongs of her shuriken when Sephiroth counters and driving both weapons to the ground, Masamune trapped between them. It is as far as she gets, the other retaliating quickly with the strength he had kept back for her sake, and the girl is knocked into the far wall a moment later, stunned briefly but standing after shaking it out. Nothing again, but the point still stands, made that very day against someone much stronger than her.
“If it’s one thing you’ve taught your dogs, Veld-” Hojo sniffs, turning away with his clipboard and jolting something down as he leaves, putting an end to the session. “It is that they do not know when they are beaten.” This entry was originally posted at http://enkindle.dreamwidth.org/128112.html. Please comment there using OpenID.