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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]

The bolt of blue lightning struck Sephiroth back a pace as it connected, but once his own posture was recovered and he took a breath again he was fine, he shook a long silver bang out of his eyes and 'hmphed' at Elfe. This materia being used to break up the constant abuse he could give to her was starting to turn this from a game into something entirely more deadly. Each time she would interrupt him with magic he would renew his attack with renewed vigor, and the cycle was starting to drag on

[eco_terrorista]

She saw the rage in his eyes, but before she had time to finish a shielding spell he had already launched his assault.

One. She hadn't seen it, only felt the cruel bite of the Massamune, the crushing force of his attack as he swept by her.

Two. Her barrier wasn't going to hold, and she struggled to cast another--

Three, four. The damage was causing her nervous system to temporarily short-circuit, synapses unable to keep up with the trauma from the rapid succession of attacks. She couldn't...

Five, six, seven. Her instincts screamed at her to react, adrenaline and mako surging through her veins in a last, desperate attempt to preserve the life that was quickly slipping away.

Eight. She saw fire and smoke, she saw a laboratory.

......"The experiment is a failure. Dispose of the samples."

"Stop... I'm... not dead. Pain... it hurts..."

A child's voice. A girl's. Felicia's. She crashed to the ground, and her world went white.

But she wasn't Felicia, and she wasn't dead. The quiet glow of a last-minute Cure and Shield lingered

[sephiroth_san]

Sephiroth had angled the masamune to deflect the hurled materia as it was thrown at him in what appeared to be a desperation tactic. What he wasn't expecting was for her to shatter the orb just short of it connecting with his blade. The sharp fragments of ice shattered with such precise timing that Sephiroth had to cover his face quickly with an arm block; should any of these sharp projectiles have caught him in the eyes it might have been be a tide-turner.

However the slices caught his shielding arm, ripped through leather with tiny score-lines and from the rush of heat to that area it was concluded that they had managed to at least scratch skin underneath. A couple more of these scratches were felt on legs, their throbbing was fast becoming an irritation when combined with hot leather. Just scratched He reminded himself as this spar turned more deadly by the minute, the sweat and blood on both sides only continued to contribute to the violence between them

[eco_terrorista]

She jumped, slamming her blade onto his and using the force of her arms to push herself upwards into a clean flip-tuck over his head. Her landing was shaky--he'd nearly shattered one of her kneecaps with a brutal kick earlier--and she was parried off another blow as she regained her bearings, using the motion of his slash to tilt her in the right direction

[sephiroth_san]

Many times Masamune had tasted blood in this fight, many times more than the blade of Elfe's katana and that was a sure sign of how well this was going. Despite small scratches being irritated by sweat getting in them and a slice that was going to make flight a little painful later (and a few strands of hair that'd been clipped at the ends by near misses) Sephiroth had only a handful of cuts and bruises when compared to his opponent. This had been a very fulfilling spar and had given him a chance to recalibrate his combat (as it were) after the escape from the crystal. Still pretty flawless, mind still as sharp as the blade he was wielding. It was a shame that this now had to come to an end he should let her live really so that this could be repeated some other day. Shame he thought as the fatal strike was delivered

[eco_terrorista]

"Agh--!!"

The pain seared down her neck, past and through her collarbone. Elfé promptly dropped her weapon, her hand weakly moving to cradle the injury, and she rocked forwards slightly before vertigo and gravity took her backwards, to the ground.

There wasn't anything for her to say, at least not to the likes of him, and so she simply watched his movements, breathing raggedly and waiting for the end to come.

However, Sephiroth clearly had another agenda.

[The rest is the phonecall.]