It was easy for Sephiroth to get lost in the motions when it came to the battlefield. This was what he had been created for, and it was moments like these that he often found himself being at peace with everything. That was how he felt as all of the desire and longing drifted away while his mind began to automatically focus on the task at hand. It was all automatic to him, and he moved with precision and grace as he pulled out of his nose dive just in time to bring his Masamune up to effortlessly slice through the first opponent on the roof.

His movement and ease with flying and his wing spoke of decades of experience, and as it uncurled and spread out wide to catch the wind and bring him to a stop, he retracted it back into his body to continue the fight. His position, on the building top to their left, had him perfectly aware of his partner's location and state from above. Sephiroth knew well that Cloud could handle himself even with the injuries to his shoulder, but that the blonde had his companions that he would be fighting alongside.

Isolating each and every target on the rooftop, Sephiroth sighted the nine remaining ones that had been once converging on the trio's location, but had instead turned their attention to him instead at his arrival. His lips quirked up into the brief image of a smirk before he took off at near-blinding speed and began to close the distance to the closest kishin egg.