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[eco_terrorista]

Who: Elfé & Sephiroth
When: Early morning, shortly after Sephiroth goes out.
Location: Sephiroth's Shack Midgar Ruins
Rating: PG-13 (for 'violence', though for these two it might as well be 'play'.)
Summary: Elfé goes scavanging in empty houses for supplies, and picks the wrong one.

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[sephiroth_san]

Sephiroth paused, was she trying to challenge him or not, he couldn't seem to quite get his head around how this girl was just searching in the same area as he had been sleeping in by coincidence. That sort of thing didn't happen, not to him anyway.

The smirk which had dropped ever so slightly at the prospect of her attempting to try and talk her way out of the inevitable sparring match returned as a wry smile crept across her features. It was the crowning glory that sparked his recognition of her and boy, it had been a long time. It would be very interesting indeed to have such a rematch with an opponent such as Elfe, especially if his memory served him correctly he in fact spared her last time when ShinRa would have very much wanted her disposed of then and there.

For the time being, Sephiroth decided to play along the dialog route. He kept the Masamune trained on her and shuffled his feet into his own preparatory stance, just in case she were trying to draw him into a trap. The wind had died down a little now but a little breeze still tickles the ends of his silver hair and the ends of the leather jacket, eyes were firmly on her down the length of that impressive blade and shone with a close-to-glimmering glow.

"Supplies? Bit of a Wasteland to be looking for anything substantial in...Elfe?"

[eco_terrorista]

"Ah, so you remember my name? An honor. And you'd be surprised," she replied smoothly, head giving a quick nod to the rucksack she'd set down earlier in favor of her katana.

While she spoke she began to move, soundlessly and languidly, her feet testing the ground beneath them while her peripheral vision measured distance and space. The Masamune would certainly have a far greater range than her own sword, and she needed to make herself aware of each and every obstacle around her if she wished to keep her life and limbs. Sephiroth was blocking the only exit out of the derelict building, and the room itself didn't provide a very large arena for their violent excursions. She would have to slip past him, sometime, or force her way out.

Her materia remained quiet in the slots of her twin armlets and guard, but the mako in her blood had already begun to stir.

[sephiroth_san]

For just a split second Sephiroth's eyes flicked to the rucksack on the floor that Elfe nodded towards before they returned to Elfe in an instant, he's too good at this game to open an opportunity for her to get past him that easily.

"...So I see..." Was the reply after a longer-than-comfortable pause since he watched Elfe size up the details of the room she'd managed to corner herself into. It wasn't much of an arena and there would be more of a chance Sephiroth blunting his blade on the celing or walls than there would of actually landing a blow on Elfe at all.

...And so he stepped aside from the door in a swish of silver and leather. His right off-hand gesturing in an almost (mockingly) gentleman-like fashion for her to exit the doorway. Masamune now held in a way that would almost seem like he was going to let her just leave, even the glint in those eyes dimmed a little

[eco_terrorista]

Sephiroth was no gentleman, and Elfé was certainly no lady. His stance was loose, almost careless, but she knew he could swing his blade effortlessly no matter what posture he was in. Any proficient swordsman could, and any proficient swordsman would know.

But if he was going to feint his guard, than she would play along. She approached him calmly, her own katana lowered, a faint smile on her lips as if in thanks. Her footsteps seemed echo to in her ears, a drawn out sound despite the fact that she still moved silently, and moved at a steady pace.

And when their eyes met clearly, she vanished with the faint whisper of haste.

[sephiroth_san]

To have not expected her to bolt off like that as soon as he delivered the opportunity for her to leave would have been amateurish. In fact Sephiroth was airborne once more a second after her disappearance, with two firm sweeps of a powerful black wing he found the altitude that he needed. Masamune still firmly in hand, noted that she was equipped with at least one piece of materia.

Just a few feet above the main mess of most of the debris of Midgar was sufficent to locate where Elfe had fled to, thankfully much more of an open area than they had just been in. Good, much more room to have some fun... Sephiroth thought silently to himself as that non-too often-felt feeling of apprehension before a good fight started to make him feel excited for this opportunity. When fighting Cloud it had always been a necessity, almost a compulsive desire to avenge a previous failing but it was different with Elfe. Perhaps he had found a new hobby, a new challenge. He recalled their fight long ago before and craved to know if she had improved.

A few wing-beats later Sephiroth had sliced through a tall standing bent girder-like bit of debris and it had fallen perfectly, if a little too nosily to block the only makeshift 'pathway' through this clearing in the forest of bent metal and dusty bricks. Once circled around above Elfe so he would be the other side of her Sephiroth landed softly behind the way that she had ran from.

"Don't leave so soon..." He teased Elfe, voice thick with bitterness bordering on disappointment as the one-winged angel's wing vanished once more and the Masamune was raised, poised ready to strike, the light glinting beautifully off the sharp edge.

In a blink, the attack came. Sephiroth was fast in his own right but knew that materia-enhanced speed could challenge his own. That thought just added to the excitement which had now grown to a bloodthirsty level, he wanted to hurt Elfe but not break her, so that he could develop this new hobby. The initial swing was obviously meant as an opening attack, it's aim to draw her into combat rather than to inflict any injury. Masamune was swung in a downwards slice towards Elfe.

[eco_terrorista]

Unfortunately for them both, she'd been dead for the past ten years, meaning she hadn't really had a chance to practice. However, she had been brought back at her physical prime, and though her brute strength was lessened without the Zirconiade, her speed, reflexes, and skill remained impeccably preserved.

It wasn't her intention to escape, but to improve her odds by improving her settings. And once she was clear of the stale and cumbersome walls of the house, she had cut off her previous spell, having no further need of it. Elfé did not need to hear him behind her to know to turn around.

...One-winged angel indeed. She watched with casual interest as he retracted the odd appendage, though she didn't have much time to amuse herself with the sight before he struck.

She raised her own katana in response, purposely blocking his first attack in order to gauge his strength (and her own). The results were... expected, but displeasing all the same. The weight of the blow certainly felt different without the summon materia, though it wasn't so bad that she needed to cast a barrier. Elfé was fairly certain, however, that as the fight progressed that would all change.

She quickly sidestepped and angled her katana so that the momentum of the blow would cause his blade to slide off of hers, and struck within that gap.

[sephiroth_san]

As an opening attack and not intended to overwhelm Elfe with it, Sephiroth did not put all of his strength behind the first swing. As was the key to many a great swordsman, speed and cunning far outdid anything pure strength could do. However as a well built, fine tuned combat machine it would have been impossible for him not to put some small amount of strength into the blow.

Sephiroth instinctively dodged back and swung his sword in close, parrying with ease the next attack from what Elfe must have thought was an opening. Baited. The parry itself was in an almost circular motion and the result from that was that Elfe found herself drawn in closer towards him. Sephiroth crouched down and temporarily wielding his sword one handed delivers an elbow-strike with his off-arm, which connected low in the gut and knocked Elfe out of the momentum (and back a few critical paces) in the process.

[eco_terrorista]

[OOC: For the sake of maintaining a steady and efficient pace in this fight log, we've mutually consented to incorporate some of our character's attacks in each others posts.]

Even as she fell back a few steps she raised her free hand (first two fingers pointed at him), and sent a streak of ice in his direction. It wasn't much, but it gave her enough time to correct her footing and retaliate.

They continued to exchange hits as they moved through the ruins, two dark, blurred figures and the glints of their respective swords. Sephiroth was fast--faster than anyone she'd ever fought in her life (which was really not a surprise), and Elfé found herself relying not on sight alone, but on the hiss of his blade and the tantalizing sensation of cold metal that came so dangerously close to her skin.

He caught her with his blade more than once, but the pain quickly faded, pushed to the back of her mind as it completely engrossed itself in combat. It felt good, to be absorbed in the fight, to forget the complications and questions and simply take action. Before she had died she had withered away in hiding, unable to do anything for her men, not even for herself. That would not happen, this time.

A well-placed bolt bought her another moment of reprieve, and she coolly flicked off fresh trail of blood away from her cheek.

"Not bad, General."