Revenge was the only thing on his mind as Sephiroth took off. He cared nothing of the other colours that was attacking the city, and picked up his pace when he locked his sights on the yellow clown. Growling lightly, his muscles almost seemed to bulge when he drew in closer. The Masamune swiped out with blinding speed as it cut through the flesh of the yellow clown. He swiped it through successfully five more times before the clown could even react, and the ex-General watched with satisfaction when it seemed to fall to bits all around him.

Cloud had only just seemed to get back to his side before he was throwing his right arm up to take control of the shadows beneath the feet of another yellow clown. Unmindful of the fate of anything near it, his expression darkened as he controlled the shadows to cause the clown to implode.