Sephiroth was ever-present at Cloud's side as they battled, not as Meister and Weapon, but as partners. They didn't need to speak to know how to cover each other's backs and offer support, but moved with a fluid motion that complimented each and every strike they made against their opponent. It was much like watching a dance out on the battlefield, and never once did either leave an opening exposed for the enemy to reach.

They had laid waste to a large majority of the kishin egg invaders while they pushed forward. Sephiroth fought with a replicat his beloved Masamune in hand, a blade he created from his own body at the beginning of the fight, as he cut down yet another opponent.

The madness pressed down on him, and it was a feeling that continued to grow more intense the further out of the city they got. He knew well what that meant, what it was a prelude for, but he wouldn't allow for any target to get the better of either of them again. Their last battle against a Witch had resulted in a victory, but it wasn't a victory without a cost attached to it. Fortunately Cloud was fit enough to continue to battle, but the ex-General remained close to his partner in order to offer what support he could when it was needed.

He remained close to Cloud when they had finally stopped. The warrior in him didn't allow for a single moment to let his guard down, even if he knew well that Cloud was still vigilant on their surroundings. His blade was momentarily away for the moment, once again absorbed back into his body, while his sharp gaze flickered from area to area assessing each vibration occurring around him. There were moments where it still overwhelmed him, but Sephiroth had slowly been gaining control over the ability.

"We shouldn't be idle for long," Sephiroth said when he felt Cloud's gaze on him, even if his own never flickered down to regard his partner.