BRINGING SEPHIROTH DOWN (Part Two- Fight)
Who: Sephiroth, Cloud, later on Tseng (Open to anyone who wants to help?)
When: Day 66 (or Day 67 if it needs pushing back let me know and I'll edit!). After the arrival in Nibelheim . Exact time of day TBA
Location: Nibelheim
Rating: PG-13 (again if it needs changing later let me know!)
Summary: Cloud vs Sephiroth. While Tseng sneaks into the ShinRa Manor basement to rescue Elena, Cloud's task is to keep Sephiroth distracted. Objective: weaken to enable safe capture and only kill if capture fails.
Something felt wrong.
It wasn't the all too familiar hazy-headed feeling which had lately become like a stubborn stain in Sephiroth's scope of awareness, a by-product of his cells working overtime to combat infection and finally close the injuries sustained. Perhaps it was brought on by his recent contact with Yazoo, the brief warning that he was being sought after. The knowledge that, in all honesty he needed his energy to recover with and not to have to fight again just yet.
That creeping feeling that he already knew, or rather could hazard a well-judged guess at who ShinRa and/or the WRO would send after him. He thought he'd finished off his enemy last time, but with the haste he had left Cloud upon Jenova's disappearance it was impossible to have been sure. Mother was one-thousand times more important than his vengeance on the figurehead of AVALANCHE, the one persistent thorn in his side. He should have finished it before leaving then, hindsight and it's 20/20 vision was almost painful now.
The currently-unable-to-be One Winged Angel rose from the old, undressed mattress he'd managed to sleep on in one of the dormitory rooms of the Manor's basement. His bare torso, dotted with stained but secure dressings, throbbed a little. Particularly that near destroyed shoulder even though the swelling seemed to have settled. He needed that shoulder to work for him today. Sephiroth held his jaw stiff as with much cracking and grinding sounds he stretched that limb, forced it to push past the limited movement allowed by swollen muscle. The pain brought wetness to emerald eyes but was ignored, today of all days it had become desperate that he could move it. He could feel the two pustules on the back of his shoulder leak more fluid but he didn't care for it. It was impossible to ignore that feeling that his enemy was close, that there would be combat and he needed to win.
The cracked armor still lay strewn over the end of the bed, would be useless should Sephiroth even be able to equip it. Besides, he'd ripped up the leather coat he used in order to exact a small amount of mercy on someone who appeared to have been trying to help him. At least Elena would one day be able to walk again, though why he'd exactly felt compelled to help her was still in the fuzzy memories of last night. Sephiroth cupped his forehead in a hand and rubbed his temples, then ran the same hand back through heavy, greasy locks of silver.
At least Masamune still responded to his thought. He angled the blade up, it's point nearly scraping the ceiling - it still reflected the dim light from a nearby dying lamp like it had it's own source of light. As he inspected the fine edge of the sword he found that just being in it's presence had an uplifting effect, he could do this. No, he would win this fight and then he and his brother could get away from here and get on with discovering what had happened to Mother.
Steeling his own thoughts and focusing strictly within, it was time to get this over with.
'I know you are here,' controlled thought projection seemed successful after a bit of rest, 'Cloud. But do we have to repeat this again?'
When: Day 66 (or Day 67 if it needs pushing back let me know and I'll edit!). After the arrival in Nibelheim . Exact time of day TBA
Location: Nibelheim
Rating: PG-13 (again if it needs changing later let me know!)
Summary: Cloud vs Sephiroth. While Tseng sneaks into the ShinRa Manor basement to rescue Elena, Cloud's task is to keep Sephiroth distracted. Objective: weaken to enable safe capture and only kill if capture fails.
Something felt wrong.
It wasn't the all too familiar hazy-headed feeling which had lately become like a stubborn stain in Sephiroth's scope of awareness, a by-product of his cells working overtime to combat infection and finally close the injuries sustained. Perhaps it was brought on by his recent contact with Yazoo, the brief warning that he was being sought after. The knowledge that, in all honesty he needed his energy to recover with and not to have to fight again just yet.
That creeping feeling that he already knew, or rather could hazard a well-judged guess at who ShinRa and/or the WRO would send after him. He thought he'd finished off his enemy last time, but with the haste he had left Cloud upon Jenova's disappearance it was impossible to have been sure. Mother was one-thousand times more important than his vengeance on the figurehead of AVALANCHE, the one persistent thorn in his side. He should have finished it before leaving then, hindsight and it's 20/20 vision was almost painful now.
The currently-unable-to-be One Winged Angel rose from the old, undressed mattress he'd managed to sleep on in one of the dormitory rooms of the Manor's basement. His bare torso, dotted with stained but secure dressings, throbbed a little. Particularly that near destroyed shoulder even though the swelling seemed to have settled. He needed that shoulder to work for him today. Sephiroth held his jaw stiff as with much cracking and grinding sounds he stretched that limb, forced it to push past the limited movement allowed by swollen muscle. The pain brought wetness to emerald eyes but was ignored, today of all days it had become desperate that he could move it. He could feel the two pustules on the back of his shoulder leak more fluid but he didn't care for it. It was impossible to ignore that feeling that his enemy was close, that there would be combat and he needed to win.
The cracked armor still lay strewn over the end of the bed, would be useless should Sephiroth even be able to equip it. Besides, he'd ripped up the leather coat he used in order to exact a small amount of mercy on someone who appeared to have been trying to help him. At least Elena would one day be able to walk again, though why he'd exactly felt compelled to help her was still in the fuzzy memories of last night. Sephiroth cupped his forehead in a hand and rubbed his temples, then ran the same hand back through heavy, greasy locks of silver.
At least Masamune still responded to his thought. He angled the blade up, it's point nearly scraping the ceiling - it still reflected the dim light from a nearby dying lamp like it had it's own source of light. As he inspected the fine edge of the sword he found that just being in it's presence had an uplifting effect, he could do this. No, he would win this fight and then he and his brother could get away from here and get on with discovering what had happened to Mother.
Steeling his own thoughts and focusing strictly within, it was time to get this over with.
'I know you are here,' controlled thought projection seemed successful after a bit of rest, 'Cloud. But do we have to repeat this again?'