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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 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.

Once stood back out of the block for the ice shards, Sephiroth allowed Elfe a moment to equip something (or at least thats what it looked like) and then met Elfe's lunge with a full on charge. This was unexpected as it had appeared he was simply waiting for her to lunge at him, which in turn left the impression that 'toying with' would continue until he had to inflict a more battle-deciding blow.

Surprisingly, or perhaps not so, just at the last moment before the range being too small Sephiroth shifted to the side, drawing the edge of Masamune across the side of Elfe's waist and allowed the strength from the charge to guide it.

[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.

Elfé miscalculated the trajectory of his follow-through, however, and the curved tip of the Masamune snaked around her to sink into the back of her right shoulder. The pain jolted her forwards, and she put her entire weight and speed into a headlong ram, forcing him back and dislodging his weapon from her flesh.

She kept close to him, exploiting the longer range of his sword while utilizing the shorter range of her own. She was running out of magic, however, and the strength in her right arm steadily flowed out in congruence with the blood that dribbled down her back. It didn't matter to her--all she needed to think about was the next step, the next swing.

A particularly heavy hit brought her down on one knee, and she saw one final opening. The girl bided her time, waited for the sweep that would have surely taken her head off...

And then she tossed her sword into her left hand, bringing up her other to catch the edge of his blade. Her hand would've been cleaved in two if it weren't for the materia that stopped the metal a few centimeters in, and within that same second she clamped down hard with the remaining strength she had in her right side, swinging with equal effort with her left.

Her katana dragged from above his hip towards his sternum, slicing across his ribs on its desperate path to his neck. But she knew it would fall short, and that it was all over for her.

Elfé's blocking hand slipped and fell limply to her side, her arm now useless from the excess strain. She never let her eyes leave his, however, and continued to glare at him defiantly despite impending death.

[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.

"Wh-" Grunted out as she caught the Masamune in her hand and the fortified materia would not be sliced through. The word did not have chance to finish before her counter-attack was connected, drawing a line of red from the top of the harness under his coat and across ribs at an angle which then became less deep at the solar plexus region and scratched away by the time it reached much higher. She'd buckled with that last attack and it had hurt more than anything else she'd managed so far. As blood started to fill the gash it was as if Sephiroth himself was now seeing red, the pupils of his eyes tiny slits glaring down at this crippled creature below him.

Insulted the anger boiled over a second later and as Elfe sat back on her knees; having fell to both of them after losing her blocking arm's usefulness, Sephiroth swung again in an upward motion. The tip of the blade clipped the left side of Elfe's collar on it's way up and before she could react any further the blade was turned. Joining both hands on the hilt of Masamune, Sephiroth swung downward putting a great deal of strength into it now. It struck from the bottom left side of her neck all the way forward and cleaving her collar to the bone, Sephiroth then stepped back to oversee the way her body would fall backwards - incapable of right arm movement and probably pretty limited in the left department now too. Sephiroth stepped forward and once her weapon was toe-shoved out of further harms way he spent a moment to assess the damage that gash had caused. Although it bled alot which was sticky against his skin it appeared to be superficial, his ribcage having done it's job in protecting organs. Silver hair all windswept and fell forwards framed the motion as he checked the wound out with his free hand. His Masamune held back in his left, while he looked over the faintly glowing orbs in her armlets that couldn't be cast any longer.

A smirk stretched across his features, at a thought that this wasn't over yet, not by a long shot. Masamune was dismissed into the nothingness from which it came and Sephiroth approached Elfe again. He stopped and crouched over her to rip a green orb out of her right armlet, Cure worked wonders to start the Jenova-cell enhanced regeneration of his own cells. The green orb glowed brightly as it was used, his leather clad hand tight around it he noticed something else which had fallen from her. A phone. Something evil glistened in his gaze as he stood back up with the phone and also the Cure materia. He looked down over her almost thoughtfully for a moment and then placed a foot firmly on the middle of Elfe's chest as he dialled the last number in the recent calls list...

[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.]