[It was more the loud familiar yell that drew Sephiroth's attention than the plight of the city. He stirred from the rooftop that he'd been meditating on. His glowing eyes reappeared as he opened them. Sephiroth didn't need to peer over the edge to know that there was trouble, he could feel it in the vibrations of the ground around him and the tang in the air.
A search through the link assured him that his partner was without injury, but knowing of the threat that appeared to be in the city had the once-General pushing himself up to stand. He needed to return to Cloud's side. The silvering blonde was more than capable of taking care of himself, but Sephiroth was hardly going to take any chances.
Moving to step over towards the edge of the building, his gaze coolly flickered down to regard the figure he'd heard moments before. Watching as the silver form was flung down the stairs, his impassive gaze shifted over to regard the other coloured figures causing trouble.
His hand gracefully reached out to the thin air at his side moments before his beloved weapon materialized from his palm out. The Masamune always remained an impressive weapon even if it was only so due to its length. It was an ordinary looking sword otherwise even if its length and weight made it near impossible for anyone else to truly handle its potential beyond himself.
Sephiroth moved with grace as he subtly pivoted his body to one side. Tightening the muscles along his left arm, he moved to sharply flick the sword through the air three times to form sharp slices of wind that sailed through the air to impact with the clowns closest to Akiha. The attack didn't slice flesh, it couldn't, but it created enough pressure on the target to knock them down to the ground with such minimal effort.
It wasn't that he cared one way or another about the irritating Meister, and if his motives were question, he'd simply brush it off as protecting the investment he'd made for his partner's coming day of birth.]
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A search through the link assured him that his partner was without injury, but knowing of the threat that appeared to be in the city had the once-General pushing himself up to stand. He needed to return to Cloud's side. The silvering blonde was more than capable of taking care of himself, but Sephiroth was hardly going to take any chances.
Moving to step over towards the edge of the building, his gaze coolly flickered down to regard the figure he'd heard moments before. Watching as the silver form was flung down the stairs, his impassive gaze shifted over to regard the other coloured figures causing trouble.
His hand gracefully reached out to the thin air at his side moments before his beloved weapon materialized from his palm out. The Masamune always remained an impressive weapon even if it was only so due to its length. It was an ordinary looking sword otherwise even if its length and weight made it near impossible for anyone else to truly handle its potential beyond himself.
Sephiroth moved with grace as he subtly pivoted his body to one side. Tightening the muscles along his left arm, he moved to sharply flick the sword through the air three times to form sharp slices of wind that sailed through the air to impact with the clowns closest to Akiha. The attack didn't slice flesh, it couldn't, but it created enough pressure on the target to knock them down to the ground with such minimal effort.
It wasn't that he cared one way or another about the irritating Meister, and if his motives were question, he'd simply brush it off as protecting the investment he'd made for his partner's coming day of birth.]