Cerberus Cup First Round: Genesis vs. Sephiroth

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Cerberus Cup
First Round

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The crowd roared with anticipation as the elder satyr approached the middle of the arena.

Alright, this here's the Cerberus Cup!"

[/b] The crowd roared in anticipation as soon as the tournament name escaped his mouth. "Rules are simple: Two losses and your out, each round is decided at random by the fates themselves, and the last man standing is the Cerberus Cup Champion and will be deemed a true Hero by the gods!"[/b]

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This round ends on March 1st, and there is a 72 hour (3 day) post time limit.

Posting Order[/b] - Genesis, Sephiroth[/blockquote]

[genesis]

These tournaments seemed to be rolling around quicker and quicker then the last one. Was it a sign that times were travelling faster, that he were simply getting older? Perhaps. Or it might just be the fact that holding such massive events such as these were a great way of bringing in a ton of capital for the Coliseum. Though one had to wonder just exactly why Phil wanted so much cash. Unless he had people working for him who went out to capture the Heartless and other monsters used in smaller events, whom obviously would require being paid... was unknown. Seemed legit enough. Those magical barriers that protected the audience from flying debris or stray attacks from the warriors competing, had to be powered by something, right? Perhaps it was expensive to keep those operating at peak efficiency? Who knew? Whatever the case, it was not any of the Crimson Commander's concern. He was here only as a combatant once more, though his claim to fame had given him more and more reason to come back to this ancient structure to prove himself Champion of the Coliseum once more. Many fans had come to watch him fight, whether it was in a planned event such as this, or simply for a days training at a much slower, more leisurely pace. The fans couldn't seem to get enough of watching their 'Champion' in action.

There were others though, that forced the crowds to get to their feet and cheer with everything that they had, wanting to encourage and spur on whoever set foot inside these hallowed grounds, overlooked by the very gods themselves. Every single time that the Crimson SOLDIER set foot in these grounds to fight, there would be someone equally as strong and popular doing the exact same thing. Sora the Keybearer, Roxas, Riku, The Mouse King Mickey and more besides. However, there was a face missing from the growing crowds, a name not written down on the entree roster. It was unusual for him to miss an event such as this and the auburn-haired man could only speculate what could have happened to his friend and employee, Felix Maximilian. Even if by some chance he had finally managed to meet a woman he'd want to spend his life with, it was unlike him to miss a new tournament. With a hand on his hip, Genesis Rhapsodos allowed a small sigh to escape his lips, a thought passing through his mind, wishing that his old friend was safe, wherever he may be.

Sand crunched underfoot as the tall male made his way across the lobby, passing by and squeezing though gaps within the growing crowds that had come to hand in their tickets, or even purchase some, before disappearing into the stalls to find their seat and grow ever more excited for the matches to begin. A few familiar faces were showing up here and their, mostly fans of Genesis eagerly waiting to get into the arena. The noise in the lobby was outstanding, chatter and cheering going on even more the matches had begun. But it wasn't just fans hanging out here. No, there were some warriors as well. Only fleeting glimpses of them being caught through the ever moving crowds, but the Crimson Commander was sure he had spotted Sora, Naminé and 'Artemis' as well. Three Keybarers already and there were bound to be more besides. This was going to be another exciting chance to test out his capabilities when it came to fighting powerful opponents, and that thought only caused a smirk to spread across the Crimson SOLDIER's lips. Turning, he made his way through the lobby that had clearly begun to fill up more and more, finally making his way into the waiting area for the fighters themselves.

It was certainly quieter in here, thought the roars and cheering from the fans echoed through the walls almost as if they weren't there. It was such an adrenaline boost, hearing such a thing, but it was every single time Genesis had come here to compete. It was what fuelled him, pushed him to try his best. The familiar trick of the healing waters soon reached Genesis' ears after he had sat down on a stone bench and closed his eyes, taking a few moments to gather himself and prepare himself for battle. Was this going to be his third time as champion, or would someone step up and knock him down to the floor? A eerie, almost frightening aura suddenly hit the Crimson SOLDIER, snapping him out of his thoughts and causing him to look about himself quickly. There wasn't anyone around him though who was either close enough or 'dark' enough to cause such a thing to happen to him though. Frowning somewhat, Genesis were about to get to his feet to investigate when Phil suddenly skidded into the waiting area and dashed up to the Crimson SOLDIER.

"Alright Champ, you're up. Time to get out there and do what you do best!"
The small goat man didn't look as if he had changed a day. Still small, still demanding, still half-goat. But that's what made Phil who he was. He had been alright by Genesis' standards and the much taller though much younger male pushed himself up to his feet with the creaking of leather and looked down at the little creature with a smirk spread across his lips.
"Sure. I got a good feeling about this one."
Genesis replied, his voice was soft and poetic as it always was. Turning away from Phil, Genesis made his way to the gate through which he'd be entering, hearing the cheers of the crowds getting louder and louder the closer he got to them. His heartbeat went up. A small sense of... nervousness entering him? Funny... this hadn't happened before in any other time he was standing in this position. Why was it happening now? Even though what he spoke to Phil just a second was how he actually felt... for some reason, there was going to be something far greater happening today then just an ordinary tournament round.

The clanking of chains and the creaking of wood reached Genesis' ears as his gate slowly opened up, but an instant after that the thunderous roar of the maxed out arena made any other sound obsolete. He couldn't even hear himself think anymore. What a sound... and it only got louder still as the Crimson Champion made his way out into the arena, raising a hand and waving at everyone as he stepped up onto the raised fighting section of the arena. They didn't quieten down at all, only getting louder still as Genesis brought up his right arm and summoned his Rapier to hand with a spark of fire that warped and formed into the shape of the iconic weapon. Grasping the handle of his crimson blade, Genesis tugged the weapon out of the fire which dispersed instantly after. Turning around to face the gate from which his opponent would emerge from, possibly, Genesis stood his ground and waited, that nervous feeling inside of him not going away, only growing stronger. Though he was worried, the Crimson SOLDIER did an excellent job of masking it behind a confident and proud smirk. It was time to get this started, but who was his opponent going to be?

[theangel]

Olympus Coliseum had seen many tournaments, which had held numerous participants over the years, each claiming their own unique blend of fame among the fans. The names written upon the past displayed upon banners outside the front doors said it all, and were hung with pride to show to all the makings of this great, ancient structure’s history. One name in particular had been placed atop the others recently, having claimed victory in two of the last tournaments held within these sacred grounds of sanctioned battle. It amazed many of the individual’s fans that had yet to approach the stands, unaware that their Crimson Commander was about to do battle in his first round match. The Coliseum was packed with many people, some of whom were participants, some were hurried staff of the satyr who ran everything, and the rest were thousands upon thousands of fans. The return of the infamous Cerberus Cup had drawn nearly everyone from Thebes, Athens, Sparta and the rest of Greece to witness the return of one of the longest running competitions in the Coliseum’s history. Not only had people come from Hercules’ world itself, but many others had taken gummi ships from other worlds to come bear witness to this historic spectacle. As the fourth match was set to begin, many had taken their seats to witness the first fight involving the reigning Champion, and had undoubtedly erupted into a full on riot of noise upon the first sight of the man clad in Crimson. While the man moved to the center of the arena, spurring the crowd on with his antics, his opponent continue to disappoint with an appearance of their own.

As Genesis summoned his infamous Rapier in its usual fashion, the gates to his opponent’s ante-chamber began to creak and groan, eventually coming to make a loud rattle as the chains were pulled to lift the iron clad grid. As the gate rose only silence ensued, lasting for almost seven minutes, which had caused the crowd to die down and begin to murmur among themselves. Eventually one man stood up out of frustration, and began booing the opponent that had yet to show themselves, and ultimately Genesis for not being able to provide them with the fight that he had paid the last of his wages to come see. Many others began to follow suit, each of them standing in turn to boo and taunt the missing opponent. As this continued Phil watched on from the darkness of Genesis’ chamber behind the Champion, and began to let his nerves get the better of him with an impatient dance in place. “Oh this isn’t good! Where in Zeus is this guy already!?” complained the satyr as he frowned, looking around the Arena for any signs of the combatant set to take on Rhapsodos. The organizer of the tournament closed his eyes and dipped his head to the ground, contemplating whether he’d have to tell the spectators that they’d have no fight to watch now. Phil didn’t want to admit to these people that he had failed to provide them with what they had paid for, he just couldn’t tell Herc about it either. That was until an unusual light caught the short half goat’s attention, causing him to look up into the sky.

A series of neon, otherworldly glyphs had appeared out of nowhere, lingering in the air just before Genesis where his opponent would have been standing. A set of circles filled with strange symbols and writings in a script that scholars of The Planet would come to recognize as the language of the Ancients, a race that had long been extinct upon the home world of the Crimson Champion. The booing had ceased in the crowd upon the arrival of this unusual phenomenal occurrence, causing the crowd to erupt in euphoria of cheering and yelling. Whether this was an indication of the missing combatant or not, the crowd certainly enjoyed entertainment more than anything, and had mistaken this omen as nothing more than a light show provided by Phil. The satyr seemed just as surprised to witness such an event, but as Phil began to move his mouth to speak, the circles within the glyphs began to rotate slowly. Light began to form underneath the ethereal crests, growing in power and brightness as it started to create a vacuum of audible; a sound of drawing in a mass amount of wind and energy at once. Without warning the crest stopped moving, and a powerful spire of light surged forth to the ground from the center of the mysterious glyphs. When the light reached the tile of the platform, it burst to rise into what appeared to be an egg shaped cocoon of light. This continued for several more minutes until the spire died down in power, and disappeared along with the glyphs in the sky above it. As the light upon the platform dissipated a single figure was left kneeling in its place, whom soon slowly began to rise to a stand, his back to the Rapier wielding man. The crowd had grown more quiet with awe at the sight of this mysterious man, but recognized him to be the opponent that had been set to fight Genesis. Long silver hair draped over a long black coat with silver pauldrons, and a muscular build that rivaled, if not bested that of Genesis’ own form.

Cat-like mako infused green eyes snapped open to glance upon the scenery of the Coliseum, taking into account the thousands upon thousands of onlookers that now bore their sights down upon the newest arrival. Turning to his right, Sephiroth glimpsed over his shoulder before turning in full to face his appointed foe; a man from his past who had once been considered a friend, and a worthy opponent to test his strength upon. “So, you are my chosen opponent” spoke Sephiroth, acknowledging his old friend with a smirk as he examined the former Soldier and the familiar sword grasped firmly in the man’s right hand. The appearance of this one had changed so little over the years compared to him, but regardless Sephiroth would not underestimate the formidability Rhapsodos had held in combat. The Chosen One did not let his confidence waver however, for he recognized himself to be the stronger of the two, and the carrier of Mother’s legacy. For a moment Sephiroth wondered what Genesis had gone through to be standing here today, having not seen the Crimson Soldier for so long, it remained to be seen where his position stood regarding Mother’s cells that now coursed through his veins. “Genesis” spoke Sephiroth once more, stating the man’s name out loud to finish his prior statement after an appropriate pause. The Peerless Swordsman looked to the stands once more to survey the thoughtless sheep observing the two divines standing before them, then closed his eyes once more to let out a hearty chuckle before looking back to Genesis.

“Very well,” stated Sephiroth to his former comrade. “However, before we begin allow me a question. Is there nothing inside you that wishes to serve a greater purpose, to serve yourself? Before you took blind orders from the corrupted, then you became Hollander’s attack dog for a cure…and now, you fight to entertain the insipid for glory and fame. The Keyblade wielders shall force their war upon the worlds soon enough, and with it they will strip the control of your fate from your very hands. Can you live your life knowing someone else will be in control of its ultimatum?” The statement was one to simply provoke thought and uncertainty within his opponent, as well an inquiry to the Crimson Commander’s motives as of late for whatever he had been doing. It was also one of absolute truth. The conflict between Xehanort and Yen Sid’s forces had gone unknown to Sephiroth, but past experience and intuition told the Chosen One better. The inevitable calm before a storm was unmistakable, and the pair of Soldiers were all too familiar to its foreboding sense of dread and unavoidable conflict just beyond its time. A war was coming. Though it remained to be seen what Genesis knew and thought about this. Was this Coliseum the only place that Rhapsodos had visited? Sephiroth didn’t think so, and found it highly probably considering the man’s resourcefulness. There were other worlds that Genesis had been to that no doubt held other divine sources of power, and perhaps a means to create a new Reunion. After this tournament was through, he would be sure to find out everything the Crimson Commander had discovered, whether he would give such information willingly or not.

Sephiroth then held out his left hand to his side, and a flash of darkened light eclipsed its form momentarily. As it subsided and vanished, the Masamune was revealed to have appeared in its place, firmly grasped within the clutches of its legendary wielder. Sephiroth lowered his lengthy sword to his side, retaining a firm grip on the hilt so the blade did not dip into the sand beneath. The silver haired legend awaited the answer of his former comrade, and then gave an amused chuckle. The One Winged Angel’s gaze remained fixated upon the bright blue orbs of Genesis, until they moved beyond the man’s shoulder to glimpse the satyr hopping up and down by the gates to the opposing ante-chamber. “Hey, are you guys going to get this fight going, or are you going to yap all day!?” yelled Phil as he shook his fists at the pair of combatants. Green eyes then shifted back to the former 1st Class. Sephiroth moved his right foot out to the side to widen his stance, raised the Masamune to grasp the hilt below his other hand, and held the sword up to become parallel with his eyesight as he took his signature battle stance.

“Come then, let us see if you can mimic my strength” stated Sephiroth to Genesis, giving a dark smirk to the Crimson Soldier. Without warning the One Winged Angel dashed forward a few steps, recoiling the Masamune to the right just before Sephiroth came to a full stop before Genesis, swinging his left arm out to extend the lengthy blade. The Masamune would reach out, aimed to attempt a diagonal slash upon the Crimson Commander, starting from his left hip to move to the right shoulder. This strike was merely an attempt to get Genesis to parry, with the hopes of throwing the man off balance with the amount of power behind the cut. As Sephiroth extended his arm following the strike, he recoiled into his signature stance once more, and readied a second attack to move closer in on Genesis. “Cut,” The Peerless Swordsman burst forward again, this time following up his first attack with an unexpected Octaslash to deliver a fast and cruel means of punishment to the Coliseum Champion. The fight that Genesis had waited for had finally begun, and now the Champion would be put to his greatest test to date.

Abilities Used
Octaslash – The Chosen One charges forward, then unleashes a powerful eight slash combination upon an unfortunate foe; delivering each punishing cut with precision and speed. 3 post cool down.

[genesis]

Perhaps he was the only one who could feel it, maybe everyone else in the Coliseum were too busy enjoying themselves and waiting for the action to start to be able to notice it, but there was certainly a dark presence lurking about the arena... the whole Coliseum itself. Men and women stood on their feet, hands cupped about their mouths as cheers and chants were echoed into the middle of the arena, a mixture of Genesis' name being called out, words of encouragement but overall, the combined 'roar' of everyone wanting to voice themselves at the same time. It was a sound the Crimson Commander was pretty keen of. Back on Gaia, it would probably be the total opposite reaction after what happened during the Mass SOLDIER Desertion incident, but this wasn't Gaia and Genesis was going to enjoy himself. This was one of very few places where he could actually do such a thing. At least, on a scale where he wasn't hurting anyone else... no one innocent at least. Whoever was brave or stupid enough to step into the arena to face off against him, did so at their own choice. It wasn't the Crimson SOLDIER's fault if they ended up hurting themselves.

That being thought of, the auburn-haired man hesitated to drew his eyes away from the opposing gate where his opponent was supposed to emerge from. No, this presence had been worrying him ever since he first felt it when waiting back behind the scenes... and now that he was out here in the midst of all the attention, commotion, it was strangely easier to detect. Creaking wood and rattling chains were barely heard as the opposing gate finally opened up, though revealed no one to be standing ready on the other side. While frustration slowly started to spread about the arena, a universal question chanting about the Coliseum regarding where the Crimson Champion's opponent was, Genesis himself had kept his attention locked onto the now opened gate, his eyes narrowing slightly as something suspicious was certainly going on. Though he wasn't one to let down his guard at a time like this, especially when he had this bad feeling floating about him. No, the crimson gloved hand clenched about the decorative handle of the long Rapier, only gripped tighter as the tall man shifted his weight from one foot to the other, tilting his body to the right a fraction as if trying to get a better look of what was down the tunnel of the opposing, opened gate.

The creaking of Genesis' leather attire went unheard as he subtly moved, though the runes now appearing up in the sky were successfully spotted by everyone in the arena, Genesis included. Finally his attention was brought away from the lack of an opponent and up into the skies, watching as the runes appeared, baring a strangely familiar look about them as they did so. As the runes gathered and begun to rotate, it was only now that the auburn-haired man noticed, audibly, that the booing crowds had swapped to a frantic, ecstatic-like cheering. Did they know what this light display was about? Was it an entrance of a veteran of the arena? Genesis didn't move from where he stood, even though the rotating runes were only a few feet before him. He didn't want to step back, show any sign of weakness or uncertainty that could possibly be used against him if this opponent, or what Genesis assumed was his opponent, could potentially use against him during combat. No, Genesis stood firm and watched through now narrowed eyes as the runes grew brighter and fired a beam of light down into the ground a short distance away. Forced to raise his left arm and shield his eyes from the light, the Crimson Commander peeked through the cracks between his fingers, lowering his hand altogether once the light had died down, to cast his bright blue eyes on what had just happened.

Genesis' eyes narrowed as his pupils shrunk slightly, mouth agape slightly and a considerably lack of words escaping his lips as a look of shock spread across his face. Was he actually seeing this? The crowd had gone silent again, allowing the LOVELESS Quoter to acknowledge that he was the only person in this arena who know just who was kneeling before him. Even when knelt and with his back to him, that long silver hair, the equally long black coat, the infamous silver pauldrons, but more alarmingly so, that now-unmistakable aura... Genesis knew exactly who his opponent was now and the continued shocked expression spread across his face clearly told that he was not expecting this in the slightest. The silver-haired man's leather coat creaked in such a unique way that it caused Genesis' mouth to clamp shut and etch a dangerous glare across his entire face. While it had been the longest of times since these two men had shared a Reunion... this, to Genesis, was the last place he wanted to meet his old comrade and friend again. The Crimson Commander visibly tensed the moment Sephiroth turned about to face him, but he quickly loosened himself up and returned that smirk Sephiroth sent, straight back at him.

"That entrance was a bit flashy for you, Sephiroth."
Genesis answered back, his smirk remaining in place, masking the uncertainty and uneasy he was feeling pretty well. It didn't take long for a lot of old time memories to return, most of them being their training and sparring together when they were both climbing the ranks of SOLDIER, and it was these thoughts that slowly started to help the auburn-haired man relax and remember where he was and what he was doing. This was a tournament. His opponent was Sephiroth and they were going to battle it out without the worry or threat of death at the end of it. ..... Hopefully. The Quoter of LOVELESS had his thoughts broken when his old silver-haired friend spoke up once more, asking various questions before bringing up old names such as Hollander and then mentioning the Keybarers and some sort of 'war' they were going to inevitably bring about. This information, while sounding very 'Sephiroth' in terms of being provocative, did seem to link to various other pieces of information stored within the mind of the Crimson SOLDIER. However, something seemed off about it all.

"Hold on a second."
Genesis spoke up, raising up his left hand and pointing his index finger skywards, signalling for Sephiroth to pause.
"A 'greater purpose'? That involves you and that creature in Niblehiem, doesn't it? So what difference will it make if my life is ruled by Keybarers, or by you? No, I'll pass on that thanks. I asked you for help once and do you remember what you told me?"
Genesis answered as he took a few steps back and came to a stop after opening up a small gap between themselves. Standing straight, Genesis brought his Rapier up to his forehead and held it there for a couple of seconds, eyes closed, just like what he did on the Junon Cannon all those years ago.
"No, Sephiroth."
He continued after the short pause, lowering his Rapier down and gripping the weapon tightly in his battle stance, the tip of crimson blade being pointed in The Chosen One's direction. Determination shone in his eyes, an unbreakable will and surging confidence. He had took hold of the reins of his fate, his destiny, his life ever since he woke up in the Flooded Cavern to rescue Weiss and no one, especially Sephiroth, was going to change that about him now.
"You will rot!"

Phil's outcry went unheard. Genesis was already focused on battle now and if Sephiroth wanted to speak further, he'd have to do so after their match was over. He was an old friend and Genesis was willing to lend an ear, Angeal too no doubt, but not now. Now was the time for action. While it may seem pointless to The Chosen One, Genesis wanted to please the people who had come to watch them fight and this was going to be one heck of a fight, for both them and the Crimson SOLDIER himself. Could he win? Sephiroth looked and felt much stronger then normal. Had Genesis improved enough to be able to take him on? Was Sephiroth going to fight with everything he had? Unlikely. He never did. So maybe... just maybe, there was a chance. However, taking chances in this match was going to be fatal. As made evident when Sephiroth summoned his Masamune and came in to attack. Flexing his knees, Genesis' took a sharp intake of breath before leaping backwards as soon as Sephiroth sprung forth and attacked, leaping away from the deadly blade of the infamous weapon. Masamune sung as it sliced through the air, but the Crimson Commander landed a good distance away, close to the magical barrier locking the warriors inside the arena. He had to stay on guard at all times and strike only when he knew Sephiroth would not be able to retaliate.

Already Genesis was sweating slightly, clear concentration plastered across his face. Concentration that was visibly broken when the silver-haired legend spoke a single word. Cut? There wasn't even enough time for the Crimson SOLDIER's brain to understand the meaning before he was suddenly overwhelmed with a flurry of attacks, the first three managing to hit home, tearing through the armour of his left black pauldron, slicing cleanly into his shoulder with the other two slicing into his right forearm and one across his stomach. Getting cut from Masamune brought about a stinging pain that no other sword, no other attack, could reproduce, and it was a pain that Genesis had felt many times over in the past. Fortunately, Genesis was as much a First Class SOLDIER as Sephiroth was and before the remaining five strikes from Octaslash could hit their target, the crimson Rapier was brought up and swung in momentum with Sephiroth, causing sparks to fly and echoing clashes of steel upon steel ricochet about the arena.

However, the final swing Sephiroth made struck neither flesh nor steel. Genesis instead flexed his knees and ducked down to the floor where he paused for a split second as he waited for Sephiroth's final strike to fly overhead, upon which he instantly jumped up and rotated in a vicious circle, creating a powerful vacuum of wind that would suck in any nearby objects, very similar to how Sephiroth's Stigma attack worked. With any luck that The Chosen One was caught in the vacuum, Genesis flicked his Rapier out in a powerful Twister Strike

[/b], causing the vacuum of air to blast outwards at the same time that, whether hit or blocked, would hold enough power to knock the silver-haired legend away and open up a much required gap. Turning about to access the situation, listening to the eruption of cheers and chants from the audience, Genesis took half a second to check himself for injuries. His pauldron seemed to have taken the force of the strike and his shoulder only bore a shallow cut. His right forearm was worse off but wasn't bleeding too badly, much the same with his stomach. Seemed what little armour his clothing provided, was doing it's job. Either that or Sephiroth was warming up.

Still, no one else in the known universe was able to cause Genesis to smirk and feel such an exhilarating rush when it came to crossing blades with an opponent. Sephiroth was one of a kind and one of the very few people alive that Genesis was able to learn off and grow stronger by fighting.
"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess,
We seek it thus, and take to the sky.
Ripples form on the water's surface,
The wandering soul knows no rest."
This was going to be a very enjoyable day!
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-=Cool Downs=-

Twister Strike[/b] - 2 Posts

SPOILER: Click to show

Crouching down low to the ground in a battle stance, Genesis will jump up and rotate on the spot in a fast 360 degree spin that creates a small vortex to draw in a nearby opponent. He will then lash out furiously with a single Rapier strike that will inflict heavy damage as well as swatting away his opponent a fair distance. If guarded against, the attack will still knock away an opponent, but only deal a fraction of the damage. As Genesis strikes his enemy, the vortex of air he creates will also blast outwards to aid in throwing away his foe.

Twister Strike will knock away an enemy, even if guarded against.

[theangel]

The response that Genesis had given in reply to Sephiroth’s question was not one the carrier of Jenova’s legacy wanted to hear, and only brought disappointment to the silver haired man. This much could be ascertained as each strike from his Octaslash skill was delivered with a punishing amount of strength behind every swing, allowing every clash between the Masamune and Rapier to spark and cry out the metallic song they sung. The first three blows had been successful but Sephiroth met equal resistance in the following five, and ultimately nothing at all when the finalizing strike of the combination had been brought up to slice through the air. At the very moment that the last swing had been made, Genesis launched himself into the air for his attack, spinning his blade violently in union with the rotation of his body. The red blade of the Rapier lashed out, catching Sephiroth in the right shoulder and pauldron as he turned in fluid motion with the momentum of the Octaslash. The resulting burst of energy from the vaccum and the slash created from the Twister Strike, was enough force to push Sephiroth away from Rhapsodos, unwillingly sliding across the sanded tile of the Coliseum Arena. As the One Winged Angel moved quickly across the decorated earth, the man brought his arms together until he came to skidding halt, flourishing his blade just before taking his signature stance once more. Sephiroth glared at Genesis as he lost air to return to the tile of the platform they fought upon; the light of the sun above glimmering off the lengthy blade clenched firmly in both his hands. While it had been years since these two had last fought, Sephiroth had to silently note to himself the change in Genesis’ aptitude for combat. The use of the Twister Strike as a well timed counter against a rarely missed strike was clever, though it would not avail the Crimson Soldier again, Sephiroth would make sure of that.

Sephiroth glimpsed to his shoulder briefly, and noticed that the crimson blade had made a considerable cut into the steel of his pauldron, and the torn fabric of his coat that had been stained with a small amount of crimson blood. So Genesis had managed to cut him with that maneuver after all, how unfortunate. The green eyes of the Peerless Swordsman returned to meet the opposing blues, narrowing into a glare as Genesis’ response to his cut grew upon his face. “Impressive,” admitted the silver haired legend, feeling the toll of the wound starting to sting. The One Winged Angel let out a chuckle in amusement, but within a moment’s notice he was silent once more. Though Sephiroth had taken a considerable amount of damage from the strike, the One Winged Angel shrugged it off as though it was nothing but a scratch. The Soldier Legend’s inhuman endurance could be witnessed as the man held out his sword to the left as he began to run, closing the distance between the two men just before he burst forward in a lunge once more. Sephiroth brought the Masamune forward to begin a combination; the sword was cut down in a vertical slash, and then brought quickly to the right to cut to the man’s left. In a fluid motion Sephiroth would dip low, and rotate 360 degrees to bring the Masamune around and up, making another cut from Rhapsodos’ left hip to his right shoulder, quickly rotating the long sword to make three X-shaped cuts aimed for the man’s chest. Sephiroth acknowledged that Genesis was a very fast and agile competitor, and was one of the few in the Sea of Stars that could keep up with his own speed, but he did not let up in the power he applied behind each swing. He wanted Genesis to feel every blow, to feel the strength of the one man he could never surpass as this fight continued on.

The many spectators continued to erupt in their applause; nearly deafening the sounds of the fight they so eagerly awaited the outcome to. Never before had Phil or the thousands that frequently visited the Coliseum seen an opponent that kept their Champion on his toes so easily, and one that possessed an amount of power that rivaled that of the Crimson Spellsword. Many wondered who this mysterious silver haired man was, but at the same time many in the crowd began to cheer for both combatants to keep the fight going, all while the satyr continued to hop in the air making fist pumps, yelling encouragement to Genesis that could hardly be heard over the crowd. “Yeah that’s it Champ! Say on him!” Though the excitement of the half goat man was witnessed, and it only provoked the masses in their banter more, fueling Sephiroth’s desire to fight as the noise reined its audible tyranny over the Coliseum. The cries and chants of these people reminded him greatly of the worthless and helpless that had been fearful of his power upon The Planet, and as Sephiroth continued his fight, the reminiscent memories of Nibelheim burning and its screaming citizens filled his mind.

After the last strike of his combination had finished, Sephiroth using enough force to push the Crimson warrior away, the One Winged Angel began a running strafe to the man’s left until he made a swift jump into the air. Black feathers erupted from Sephiroth’s right shoulder, revealing to Genesis, Phil and the many onlookers the Gift of Jenova; a single black feathered wing. Within seconds Sephiroth’s wing beat hastily with enough power to push him higher into the sky, until he rose thirty feet above the combat platform and Genesis, where he remained aloft as he examined the scenery below. The One Winged Angel smirked at his old friend below him, and then raised his free right hand before him to clench his fingers into a tightly bound fist. “Dodge this,” challenged Sephiroth, just before four orbs of Darkness appeared around Genesis. As the Chosen One’s Shadow Flare began to converge upon the Coliseum Champion, the grip on the Masamune was rotated, and brought before Sephiroth as the blade pointed to the earth below. “To the Promised Land,” he declared, seconds before he made a rapid descent upon the Crimson Soldier’s location. Sephiroth’s form fell hastily to the grounds below, intending to stab his former comrade from above with Hell’s Gate, just as he had done to Aerith Gainsborough so many years ago. Despite whether the attack hit or miss, the silver haired legend continued to descend until the Masamune was forcibly stabbed into the earth beneath it, creating a large eruption of rock spires around Sephiroth as he remained knelt to the ground. Quickly he would rise, and remove his lengthy weapon from the recesses of the puncture he had just created, aiming to take a defensive stance and set his eyes upon Genesis once more.

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Sephiroth has taken moderate damage

Abilities Used

Shadow Flare – Sephiroth summons four orbs of Darkness around a target, that converge upon their location to detonate with explosions. 2 post cool down.

Hell’s Gate – Sephiroth descends from above, stabbing downward to drive the blade of the Masamune through his intended foe. However if he strikes the ground, then Sephiroth will simply stab the earth, causing fissures of rocks to erupt around him. 3 post cool down.

Cool Downs

Octaslash - 2 posts

List of Actions
1: Sephiroth makes a non-power melee combo (Vertical cut + Horizontal cut + Falling/Rising 360 Diagonal cut + X-cut x3)
2: Sephiroth ascended to the sky to cast Shadow Flare
3: Sephiroth descends from the sky with Hell’s Gate

[genesis]

It felt too easy just now. There was no doubt running through Genesis' mind that Sephiroth was one of a kind, boasting unreachable strength, speed and endurance, but the way the Crimson Commander's first strike managed to hit home and cause damage to his silver-haired friend just felt far too easy, as if The Chosen One allowed him to cut him. Was it as a sign of his superior stamina? Had he taken the blow to try and further shake the auburn-haired man, where words had failed previously? Well, 'failed' was perhaps the wrong word to use, for there had been many things zipping through Genesis' mind in regards to what Sephiroth's intentions were in the long run, much the same as Angeal and Zack and Cloud. What were they all fighting for? What where their purposes now that Midgar was behind them and the rest of universe was laid out before them? No, this wasn't the time. If the pair of them came out still holding claim to their own lives, then it would be a better time to exchange words. As it stood, there were people watching this match, who had paid money to see a spectacular fight. Genesis was going to provide that. Whatever intentions Sephiroth had, would have to wait.

An eruption of ecstatic noise filled the arena as the fight finally got under way, both Rhapsodos and The Chosen One taking and delivering attacks that happened almost too quick for the naked eye to see. There was no doubt within Genesis' mind, still, as to why Sephiroth was the best there was. Letting up for a second would be fatal. As such, when the black-coated man had forcibly been knocked backwards from the Twister Strike, Genesis brought his Rapier up to eye-level, holding the weapon parallel to the ground. Bright blue eyes glanced over the top of the Rapier's crimson edge to notice Sephiroth glancing at his shoulder.
"Goddess give me strength!"
A poetic voice whispered to himself, inaudible to Sephiroth due to the deafening noise the audience were making, cheering and urging both men on still. Leather tightened about Genesis' shoulders as he brought his left arm up and held the palm of his hand against the flat edge of the Rapier. A bright red glow emitted from his palm that ran down the length of the Rapier, causing bright red runes to appear, encasing the weapon in a fiery red aura that made the blade resemble being set aflame. After Imbuing his Sword

[/b], Genesis took a double handed grip on the decorated handle and flexed his knees, dropping down into a more defensive stance as what he used when fighting Zack Fair in the past.

"Not to shabby yourself, Sephiroth. Your strength hasn't faltered at all."
The LOVELESS Fanatic answered back to Sephiroth's own small compliment as his smirk remained in place spread across his lips. Narrowed yet excited eyes noticed the glare within the bright green orbs of Sephiroth, but it only caused a small 'heh' to escape the Crimson SOLDIER's lips. Whether he was angry at being injured, or if he were about to get serious, Genesis didn't know. He didn't care. This was just like old times, where the pair of them both trained with Angeal. His felt his blood pumping, his adrenaline coursing through his veins. The stinging in his shoulder, stomach and forearm had died down considerably as a result. Genesis was ready to fight once more, as were the son of the Calamity from the Skies, who had moved to attack again first. Rhapsodos' leather boots skidded upon the arena floor as he threw himself into a forward sprint, wanting to meet Sephiroth head on in the center of the arena. Getting backed up against the magical barrier for a second time was not going to happen.

Reaching melee range, Genesis dug his SOLDIER issue boots hard into the warm, solid floor, twisting his body to the right as he sidestepped away from the downward attack Masamune was travelling in. With Masamune striking the end of his long trench coat instead of his own body, the auburn-haired SOLDIER was about to lash out with his Imbued Rapier a second time once he had rotated enough to see Sephiroth again, however a glimmer of sunlight caught his eye instead, forcing the LOVELESS Quoter to raise both arms and only barely manage to deflect the second strike Sephiroth unleashed, inches over his own head.
"Uhhnn!"
Grunted the Crimson Commander as he felt the sheer strength vibrate down the length of Rapier's blade and into it's handle. Maybe rushing forth to meet Sephiroth in combat was a bad idea, that was made evident when the Crimson SOLDIER jumped backwards to open the gap once more, swinging his Rapier from right to left to knock away the rotated slash The Chosen One sent his way.

It wasn't over yet though. As Genesis landed back on the ground from leaping away, something struck his chest, causing him to wince to grit his teeth together as he felt the pain suddenly surge through his whole torso. There was no time to stop and dwell on it though, for Genesis quickly brought his Rapier up and swung the blade swiftly to try and match Sephiroth's speed again, slicing through the remaining two 'X' style attacks first horizontally from the right and then vertically from above. This was insanity. Sephiroth's speed and strength were unreal... How could anyone manage to launch a counter attack against someone whose attack speed was instantaneous? As far as Genesis knew, there we no rules or limitations in place for this match; basically no hold barred. So what could he do, what moves did he have that would give him an advantage in battle against someone so powerful as Sephiroth? Memories of their time training in the hologram room in the ShinRa HQ fluttered through his mind like a relaxing, warm summer's breeze. Memories that were broken as Genesis' attention followed the silver-haired man as he strafed around the arena before jumping up into the air, revealing his single black angel wing to the audience and himself.

Taking to the skies was not going to allow Sephiroth the chance to launch attacks and have no worry of Genesis attacking him, for the Crimson SOLDIER too shared the same wing that adorned Sephiroth's back. At present was not on display but after seeing the Chosen One reveal his and take to the air, tempted Genesis to do the same to try and stay close enough, yet far enough from the silver-haired legend. An all out offensive was going to be the best course of action, the only problem lying within that was determining where and when to start it. Another couple of words left Sephiroth's lips and this time Genesis tensed and readied himself for the next attack. Unfortunately, it came from either side of him and not from the skies where the Son of JENOVA currently was. Clever. The orbs of Darkness from the Shadow Flare all erupted when striking the Crimson Champion from all sides, though instead of Genesis resulting in kneeling down or collapsing from the attack, he instead suddenly jumped up high into the skies as if the attack hadn't fazed him at all. Rocketing towards Sephiroth in a near instant, Genesis released a Normal Counter attack upon him; a simple, single Rapier strike aimed at Sephiroth's back a moment before The Chosen One started his descent with Hell's Gate.

Sticking out a foot, Genesis kicked himself off Sephiroth to avoid being dragged down and impaled upon the arena floor below. Watching his opponent with sharp eyes, a bright blue aura enveloped Genesis' left hand as he swiftly gathered energy from his socketed Materia. Creaking leather resulted as the shoulders of Genesis' coat tightened about his back, the auburn-haired man throwing his left hand in Sephiroth's direction, releasing a powerful blast of Energy[/b] to travel down after the Chosen One with tremendous speed, catching him up quickly. Whether the large sphere or fiery blue energy struck Sephiroth himself or missed and hit the ground, the spell would erupt, exploding in a wide 15-foot explosion to still hit JENOVA's Son were he nearby. Genesis himself took the chance to free-fall and use his advantage of height to wait and watch, scoping out what Sephiroth planned to do next and act accordingly.
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-=Cool Downs=-

Twister Strike[/b] - 1 Post

Normal Counter - No Cool down, ready to be used.

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Perhaps Genesis’ most dangerous technique. Not liking to be struck in combat, if an enemy does make a successful physical strike against him, Genesis has a high chance he’ll temporarily ignore the damage caused and instantly launch himself straight back at the enemy, getting as close as his can before slashing his Rapier wildly at them in an attempt to score a Counter hit. Genesis has a chance that he will Counter with a Dancing Sword or an Apocalypse depending on how the situation stands. If Genesis does decide to Counter with either his Dancing Sword or Apocalypse abilities, their own cool downs will take effect, negating the no cool down for a Normal Counter. An enemy with fast reflexes could always spot the Counter coming and react accordingly.

Normal Counters - No cool down
Dancing Sword Counter - 2 Posts
Apocalypse Counter - 3 Posts

Energy[/b] - 3 Posts.

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When Genesis uses this spell, it only takes him only a moment to cast it but it has a long recharge time. A huge and bright fiery ball with a light blue aura appears within Genesis’ left hand and can be thrown in any direction with tremendous speed to try and hit the enemy. Unlike his Flash spell, Energy is unguided and cannot move from a straight path. When the ball of Energy hits something, it explodes in a large and violent eruption, damaging anything within radius with pure, untapped energy magic. The attack covers around 15 feet when it explodes, blasting away anything to be caught within.

[theangel]

Before Sephiroth had come to accept his own divine heritage, and learned of the truth that was Jenova, he had shared much time and duels with the man before him. The Three were the most powerful force that The Planet had seen up to that point in time, and it was a fact that many could not argue against. Sephiroth, Angeal and Genesis had been some of the finest products of Shinra’s genetic experimentation, and the peak of performance when they were viewed in the eyes of other Solider members. Fighting against the first carnation of AVALANCHE had proven intriguing for the Soldier 1st Class branch, having had to face off against twisted, warped forms of their former comrades in Fuhito’s Ravens. Though the Turks ultimately saw the end to the threat to Midgar, Sephiroth himself had encountered various foes with competent enough skills to keep up with him in a fight. Genesis had been there, Sephiroth knew this, but had not received the most dangerous missions like his silver haired friend. The girl encountered in Junon, named Elfe, had proven to be a worthy combatant for the eco-terrorist group, but ultimately had lost the duel. The Warrior of Light and the girl called Lightning had proven themselves to the Soldier legend in the Dissidia Wars, however fighting these pair of Cosmos’ pawns had only brought to light something that Sephiroth suspected all along. Zack Fair, Angeal and Genesis were all very strong fighters, and had each been a friend to the Chosen One at one point or another, but there was a single individual who stood above them all. There was only one man in existence who could ever hope to truly defeat Sephiroth in a real fight.

Cloud.

It was unfortunate that Cloud’s name was nowhere to be found upon the entrant list, this much was evident when Sephiroth had arrived to sign up for the Cerberus Cup three days before everyone else. He had not forgotten the time or date when his first scheduled match was to take place, and had arrived promptly on time. Despite the fact that Cloud was not participating in the tournament, and that Sephiroth would have to wait for the chance to kill him, there was still other promising factors within the lists. Five different wielders of the Keyblade had joined to fight for the spectators, and had already been observed by the shadows during their fights. Would it be startling to find out that Sephiroth had been observing the other opponents throughout the duration of this First Round, long before he decided to appear before Genesis to begin their fated duel. Zack Fair had grown considerably strong since he had last seen the 1st Class, but Sephiroth found his opponent to have the upper hand, having refused to neglect the Darkness as so many others did. It made the silver haired youth strong, and that much was evident as Fair had been beat around by his opponent’s Keyblade. The other noteworthy combatant to watch, was none other than a boy who had been challenged before by the One Winged Angel. Sora’s fight had been amusing to watch, however it only provoked the desire within Sephiroth to test the boy’s power once more, intrigued as to whether the Key That Connected Everything had grown since the last time they met.

The rapid billowing of wind could be felt around Sephiroth as he made his hasty descent, his hair and the leather of his attire blowing upwards against the acting force of gravity. While Genesis had managed to avoid Hell’s Gate entirely, the Counter, which he aimed at The Chosen One’s backside, had only created a timely and fashionable slice through the black coat. The momentum of the two techniques nullified the ability for a clear strike on Genesis’ part, and as a result, made a diagonal cut up the length of Sephiroth’s coat near his right pauldron. As the rocks erupted around the silver haired legend, he felt no sting in his back for the lack of a wound, as the blade had missed his skin by several inches. As he rose to his full height once more, Sephiroth quickly withdrew the Masamune from the earth, having sensed another accumulation of energy building. The One Winged Angel was correct in assuming Genesis would try to bombard him from above with Magic, as after all the Crimson Commnader was known for his excelled aptitude in combining spells with his swordsmanship. It was another thing that Sephiroth had picked up and deduced from his comrades during his days in Soldier, to be able to observe and predict each unique combatant’s style, and how they utilized it in different scenarios. While other fights in this tournament were expected to be difficult, given the anonymity of one’s opponent, Sephiroth saw this match as nothing more than a warm up; a spar with a rival from his distant past. While Sephiroth often fought to kill or severely wound his foes for interrogation, there was much potential for an alliance in Genesis, and so the silver haired legend only sought to test this man’s fortitude and resolve. So far the Crimson 1st Class was holding up considerably well, and lasting much longer than any other competitor would have hoped to, and many in the crowd had to admit what an impressive effort he was putting up. More cheers erupted from the stands, and more colorful banners and flags were waved feverously in excitement of the match continuing before their eyes.

As the Energy spell was launched from the hand of Rhapsodos, Sephiroth had just enough time to flourish his blade, and then vanish in a cloud of black feathers. Not even two seconds later the display of shed feathers was incinerated by the hasty Energy skill, eclipsing a fifteen-foot radius of the arena in a bright blue explosion. Another display of feathers (Angel Teleport) appeared just beneath Genesis less than a second after Energy had ignited upon the Arena floor, revealing Sephiroth who quickly readied his blade for another unexpected attack. Light encompassed the Chosen One’s form and sword, and with a tremendous burst of speed, Sephiroth rocketed to the sky with Heaven’s Light, aiming to strike Genesis with an inhuman amount of strength. Whether the perfectly timed technique had been successful or not, Sephiroth used his momentum to quickly rotate himself and Masamune, bringing the lengthy sword down upon Genesis with a powerful two handed cut to the ground. The strength behind this blow would be enough to ground his opponent if he were hit, and allow Sephiroth the upper advantage given his aerial stand point.

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Abilities Used

Angel Teleport – Disappearing in a cloud of black feathers, Sephiroth reappears on the battlefield at any visible place of choosing to gain the upper advantage, or take defensive measures against his enemies. Passive ability outside of battle, 2 post cool down in combat.

Heaven’s Light – Sephiroth draws the Masamune back, before making an upward charge into the air, creating an aura of light around the blade to cut through any foes above him with a burst of speed. 3 post cool down.

Cool downs

Shadow Flare - 1 post
Hell's Gate - 2 posts
Octaslash - 1 post

List of Actions
1: Sephiroth used Angel Teleport to dodge Energy and reappear beneath Genesis
2: Sephiroth used Heaven's Light
3: Sephiroth followed with a powerful non-power strike from above


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[genesis]

Damaged, but far from defeated, the winds that whistled past the ears and through the hair that adorned Genesis' head silenced the cheering of the thousands of fans below. The iconic crimson colour of his long coat had been burned on both the front and back, as well as both the upper arms thanks to the impacts made from Sephiroth's sneak attack. It was only now while falling back down to the ground had the pain stuck him, the moment of immunity to feeling pain from the Counter having now worn off. It was one of Sephiroth's few magical attacks, his expertise clearly laying in swordsmanship. Shadow Flare it was known as, an attack that the Quoter of LOVELESS had in his own arsenal, but unleashed in a much different style. But it didn't matter at the end of the day who had what spell and who could use what better. Sephiroth and Genesis had known one another for many years, fought one another for just as much time. Thinking of what attack to use or in what direction to move in, ultimately came down to being useless. It was a proven fact that these two SOLDIER's would just end up at each others throats were there no one to get between them. Normally, that was Angeal, but now? In this arena, there was no one ready, no one willing and perhaps no one stupid enough to attempt to get between these two men and their duel.

The Crimson Commander knew that Sephiroth would never admit defeat, not unless it was to his advantage. The reverse was the same, so the only way this fight was to end would be by the time limit running out. But was this actually a fight? Sure, it was a Tournament at heart, but no one alive other then Angeal and perhaps Zack, knew of the bond, the past both the First Class SOLDIER's shared. To them, perhaps it was just another day in the training room. To the audience, it was no doubt one of the greatest matches that they had ever witnessed. A silver-haired stranger makes his entrance and effortlessly takes advantage of the Crimson Champion and keeps him on his toes like no other opponent had in the past. The noise they were making was clearly telling that they were enjoying the round. Though it went much deeper for Genesis. He knew that Sephiroth was either up to something or wanted to ask something. Why else would be bother coming here otherwise? Well, maybe for a chance to meet Cloud again? Perhaps it was simply coincidence that two First Class SOLDIER's were pitted together in the first round. But again, why was Sephiroth here? What use did he have for fame and glory? He was already the most famous person on Gaia and in more ways then one at that!

"Sephiroth..."
Genesis spoke up loud enough over the rushing winds, addressing his old friend as his bright blue eyes took note of the fine slice through the back of The Chosen One's coat. His Counter was a whisper away from hitting it's target.
"... Why are you here?"
The question followed after a short pause, being as direct and blunt as possible, even though Genesis' voice was soft and calm. The long tail of Genesis' coat flapped and whipped up behind him during his descent, eyes watching with severe concentration to see if the powerful Energy spell was able to hit it's target. At first glance, it appeared it did; Sephiroth vanishing into a large blue eruption that swallowed a large portion of the arena floor, though Genesis' eyes shot wide open at the sight of the silver-haired legend appearing directly below him.
"UGH!!!"
The Crimson Commander grunted loudly as he instantly took grip of his Imbued Rapier in both hands and swung the long, thin blade down in a fast strike, trying to match and nullify the strength of Sephiroth's attack.

The moment Rapier and Masamune connected, a deafening clash of steel rung through the arena and perhaps the entire Coliseum at that. The strong downward swing Genesis had made to try and block Sephiroth's Heaven's Light had instantly been reversed and the Crimson SOLDIER felt the sharp snap in his arm muscles at the sudden change of direction. A dull stinging pain crept across his chest as the remnants of the powerful attack made from the silver-haired man followed through. Everything happened so fast and within the blink of an eye, a second much sharper sting shot across Genesis' back an instant before he found himself hurtling down towards the arena floor considerably faster then what he remembered. As the hard floor below drew nearer and nearer, Genesis brought his left arm up and lightly pressed his fingertips against his forehead, closing his eyes and concentrating for a second before throwing his arm out to his side. In an instant, the Crimson Champion summoned his own single black angel wing and beat the extra appendage powerfully to halt his crash course into the ground. A cloud of dust kicked up and washed over the arena floor, dissipating as soon as it hit the magical barrier. Hovering a few feet off the ground for a moment, Genesis eased his descent and softly, gracefully, landed back upon his feet.

He could feel the warm blood slowly trickling down his spine, the last blow Sephiroth making easily cutting through the leather of his coat, his under shirt and his skin itself. It stung, but the smirk he sent up at Sephiroth only told that he was enjoying this battle now. No doubt the silver-haired legend wasn't taking this seriously at all, but he was always like that. Genesis knew that, but it didn't bother him at all. This was a perfect chance to test out just how much stronger he had become since their last battle, many years ago. Leather creaked softly as Genesis rotated his right shoulder a couple of times, his large wing extending out to full span. Suddenly, he beat the wing in a powerful arc, launching himself up into the skies directly towards Sephiroth like a rocket making it's way for the moon. As he honed in, the Crimson SOLDIER swiftly changed his direction, tilting his wing to suddenly zip off to Sephiroth's right. When on the same level as him in the air, the auburn-haired man turned his tactics up a notch, deciding to go on the offensive.

The brightly glowing Rapier in Genesis' grasp was swiftly swung in a fast horizontal strike from right to left, aimed for Sephiroth's chest before being brought back in the opposite direction in a two-string attack, this one also aimed for Sephiroth's chest. Using the momentum of his turning body to his advantage, Genesis threw his left arm forth and with an open palm, pointed his hand to Sephiroth's face. Trying to get as close as he could, Genesis' palm grew in brightness as a fiery orange sphere appeared in his open palm. The ball of flame then erupted, launching eight smaller Flash

[/b] fireballs into Sephiroth's face, were he to stand there and take it. The moment the eight Flashes fired from Genesis' palm, the SOLDIER First Class beat his wing and pushed himself backwards away from JENOVA's Son, swinging his left arm before himself as he did so, releasing a further eight Flash fireballs that all rapidly shot for The Chosen One.
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-=Cool Downs=-

Twister Strike[/b] - Ready to be used.

Energy[/b] - 2 Posts.

Flash[/b] - 1 post.

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One of Genesis’ favourite spells to cast. After forming a fiery ball of flame within the palm of his left hand, Genesis can swing his arm before himself, launching out between 5-10 'Flashes'. He can do this twice, capable of releasing a maximum of 20 Flashes in one attack. The fireballs are small in size, but travel very quickly towards their target. Flash has excellent tracking capabilities and if they miss their target, Genesis can redirect the spell by moving his hand. Upon contact with the enemy or surrounding objects, the Flashes will explode violently.

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Sephiroth has failed to post within the 72 hour post limit. Genesis wins. Sephiroth's first loss will be recorded.