[ It's too strong, too fast, much too fast. Sephiroth has time to throw up Masamune before he is engulfed and if his sword wasn't legendary and if he himself wasn't who he is, he's sure he would be dead. Instead, Sephiroth emerges from that in just his pants and even those are tattered. His jacket and all of his armor are gone save for his vambraces. His flesh is singed, parts of it smoking, and his right arm is burned to a crisp. He forehead is freely bleeding.
Sephiroth touches the blood. He looks at it and distantly he feels pain but beyond that, much, much more than that what he feels is a burgeoning excitement bordering on obsession. No one has ever injured him like this.
And he
laughs.
Sephiroth dives back into it with his right arm dangling uselessly at his side. He could cure himself, but why when this is so much better? He wants to see what he is capable of and here might finally be someone who can show him his limits.
Sephiroth grabs what he assumes is a vehicle and slings it at the other man. He follows right behind it, ready to slice through the thing himself if Grimmjow doesn't and then blast him with Firaga if his blade doesn't first connect. ]
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Sephiroth touches the blood. He looks at it and distantly he feels pain but beyond that, much, much more than that what he feels is a burgeoning excitement bordering on obsession. No one has ever injured him like this.
And he
laughs.
Sephiroth dives back into it with his right arm dangling uselessly at his side. He could cure himself, but why when this is so much better? He wants to see what he is capable of and here might finally be someone who can show him his limits.
Sephiroth grabs what he assumes is a vehicle and slings it at the other man. He follows right behind it, ready to slice through the thing himself if Grimmjow doesn't and then blast him with Firaga if his blade doesn't first connect. ]