Raid #17 [Radiant Garden|Hollow Bastion]

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Radiant Garden/Hollow Bastion has been attacked by Light.

Light Group | Attacking:

Snow Villiers [Leader]
Zidane
Sora
Xion

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The Darkness or Neutral have five days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Light will have a claim on the world! Light, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Darkness or Neutral get a Raid Group, or if the Light has won the world! Keep an eye out!

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Snow was pretty seasoned at this point. Snow was no longer a green horn when it came to holding his own in Sora's universe. Snow, for the most part, had seen it all, fought it all, and lived through it all. At least, that was what Snow thought. He had loads of stories to tell Serah and the others once he found them. Snow's morale was high at this point. Snow was done with ifs and buts. Snow knew, deep in his heart, that it was not a matter of if he finds his family...it was a matter of when he would find his family. As he rode around in his airship, he figured that he'd stop by to see Hope and Academy HQ. Snow hoped that Hope was doing work instead of flirting with the cute secretaries and whatnot. Snow knew his way around the universe given his travels. There were a couple worlds that he hadn't visited yet on his mission to gather information about Master Xehanort and his buddies but Snow would get to them in time. Although, Snow hated that he hadn't really made a dent in his investigative work. He liked that he was able to meet new faces and see new things but overall, the progress on his mission has been at a standstill so far. He hoped Hope wouldn't take it too personally when Snow comes to check in. He made his way to Radiant Garden and finally arrived at the world but...from the outside...it looked...rather strange.

The world of Radiant Garden looked sick. It looked deprived and depraved. Snow, for the life of him, didn't understand what was going on. However, given the man that Snow was, he was going to look into it and find out what's going on. He rode his airship into the world. He found a landing spot and "parked" his airship there. He turned off the engine and got out of the airship and made his way to the town. As Snow walked through the gates of the town and into the marketplace, all Snow could see was light purple fog. The town seemed desolate. Snow knew that this town had seen better days. This was the first town that Snow had been to since coming here. Well...he was sort of teleported here but it's all the same. The last time Snow was here, things were clean and people were happy. Why was this world in darkness? What the heck was going on? Snow then immediately thought of the Academy. Snow then ran to where Academy HQ was supposed to be...only to find the space where the building was...empty...

Snow was shocked to see everything gone... Where was Hope? Where was Vincent? Where was everyone?! Snow then ran out into the marketplace to see that it was the same as he left it a while back. There were potholes along the cobblestoned roads, there were holes in the roofs of the most of the houses and shops in the marketplace. Snow smelled foul play...and he suspected Master Xehanort. He was the only one that was capable of all this. Snow gritted his teeth in anger. If only he had been here sooner to stop him...Snow could have prevented all of this. Snow punched one of the wooden beams that held up an abandoned foodstand in anger only to have the bean give in to the power of Snow's fist and break to pieces. He had to find Master Xehanort...and fast, or else things will get worse. However, Snow knew he had to do something about the state of this world but how? Snow didn't know what to do? How could he help this world was what raced through his mind again and again and again...

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Jovial Prince of Thieves

Everything looked really bad. Was it like this when he where last time he came to visit? The thief walked around what was once a populated marketplace, only for it to have become some sort ghost town. It was eerie. The thief had stopped by to get a bit of business done, but it seems it would not be completed now. He pulled back his cloak's hood, allowing his sandy, blond hair to spill from hiding. He reached into his pocket, as he walked around, head turning to examine the extent of this ... whatever this was. He pulled a longer ribbon from his pocket and redid his pony tail a bit tighter. He tossed the tail of hair back, letting the length flow down his shoulders.

"Hello?" He called out softly, so as to not call too much attention to himself.

As he stalked around, following the dark lines of shadow along the buildings, he reached into his cloak to unlatch the straps from his daggers, on his holster. It looked like something had come through here, something nasty. The thief was never one to stay too long in an area too long and perhaps he would be even quicker to flee this scene. He was not sure what happened. There seemed to be no one around. So-- did that mean this place was open to treasure hunt at? Even so, something gave him a chill. He put his hand up to scratch his head, guilted by his conscience.

He used his gloved finger to draw back his cloak over his holster, as if preparing to make a quick draw. His body slowly snaked along until he came to the open area of the market. Seems the thief was not alone. Zidane stuck his back to the wall and let his right hand hold him stable. He leaned to peer around the corner, only to see some freakishly huge dude out there. He had settled his hand on his holster, but pulled it away. There was really never a reason to get violent as a first response.

He looked up at the lip of the roof, which leaned out enough for him to jump up and grab with his hands. He pulled himself up and allowed his boots to noisily clatter on the surface. He crouched down, letting his tail rest down beside him. He rested his wrists on his knees and arched a brow. He did not recognize this guy, but he did not look so overwhelmingly menacing anyway. "Hey fella!" Zidane called out loudly, and quite obnoxiously. "You from 'round here?" He grinned and rubbed the side of his head. Because if this guy was, it really did not look good for him. "Looks to be in a bit of a mess, wouldn't you say?" Zidane sat himself down on the roof's edge, looking quite relaxed.

There was no point in stressing out over a something he did not yet understand.

"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."

credit to Rach of Delusional & LS
Edited by Ou Rex Draco

Geonome| Light | Thief

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A Dark Group of Four has Countered the Attack!

Dark Group | Defending:

Sephiroth [Leader]
Ultimecia
Silv
Mordred

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Posting Order: Mordred, Xion, Sephiroth, Sora, Silv, Snow, Ultimecia then Zidane.

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If no winner has been decided by June 23, then a staff member will review and decide the winner!

Remember the Rules!! - [RULES HERE]

Let the Battle Begin!!

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Footsteps could be heard throughout Radiant Garden and from the sound of them, they were heading towards the Market and rather quickly at that. Not that the sound could be drowned out by anything, given how it was rather empty. As Snow and Zidane met, the footsteps arrived at the market. They belonged to a young woman who seemed scared out of her mind. She shouted at them to help her, but was cut off by a chain-sickle slicing through her. She disappeared and, in her place, was a glowing Heart which flew into an alleyway nearby, disappearing from sight. Zidane would recognize the chain-sickle right away as it dived into the alleyway as well, almost looking like a snake. Then more footsteps as the murderer revealed himself. It was a blonde-haired man with red eyes, wearing a tattered, patched cloak, shirt and pants. Glasses were perched on his nose as he stared down at his prize, the glowing Heart he culled from the woman. He then raised his hand and the Heart flew into the sky until it was unseen by the two heroes. Throughout all this, the Nobody's expression did not change from its cold indifference. Zidane would recognize this man as the one who attacked him on Neverland, both physically and emotionally.

"A mess, is it, Angel of Death?" Mordred said, his coldness radiating from his voice. "Perhaps it is. A mess caused by those who bear Hearts. Those with Darkness in their Hearts attacking out of greed and spite, wishing to possess that which the Light holds dear. Those with Light in their Heart too weak to hold the Darkness at bay, now punished for their weakness. Such is the nature of Heart Bearers. You waste away your Hearts on the frivolous and all that happens in the end is the Heart wasting away and drowning in Darkness." Mordred then pointed at the two men. "You are just as much the cause of this mess as the Darkness. Where were you when this world fell to Darkness? What kind of heroes forsake an entire world?" Mordred looked at Zidane. "Though, I'd expect nothing less from an Angel of Death. No matter how much you pretend, you're still just a Genome, created for one purpose. Whether people die by your hand or from your negligence, they still die. And as for you..." Mordred looked at Snow and used his Analysis ability to see who he was.

"I see... Snow Villiers..." Mordred said, mentally sorting through the data he received. "Another being made for a single purpose and in denial of it. Pathetic, really. Denial of who you are only serves to weaken your Heart. You even insist that you're a Hero. If you are, then where is your Wife, Serah? Or your sister-in-law, Lightning? Did you not promise to stand by your wife, no matter what, Snow Villiers? Then where is she? Where is your beloved? Or perhaps you've abandoned her, to pursue your delusions of heroism on other worlds? How sad... she is somewhere all alone. It would be a shame if her Heart were taken by the Heartless. Mordred's scarlet gaze seemed to bore into Snow's mind. "Hmph. And you two have the gall to act surprised that this world is in the shape it's in. Oh well... at least I will give new purpose to the Hearts who suffer and languish here." As he finished speaking, an odd wind began to blow. The winds felt like they were radiating from Mordred and gently pushing the heroes away, as if not-so-subtly telling them that they should accept their fate and stand down before something untoward happened. Mordred adjusted his glasses and prepared himself, in case the heroes tried to fight him.

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The utter ruin of the World stunned Xion. Wandering the desolate streets, and seeing the destruction and Darkness that had taken over this world was disheartening to say the least. Her travels through the Corridor had somehow drawn her here, as if to show what Darkness truly was, what its power could do to a World of Neutrality or Light. She had never encountered a World that was taken over by Darkness. How had this happened? The cloaked girl stooped to pick up a stick that looked like it had been a kid's toy, abandoned when the inhabitants' lives were drastically altered. A shame...a waste of the goodness that she had learned to see in people. If there had been Light in this World..was it possible that it was too weak to stand against this attack of Darkness? That it could be taken over so completely, as if the Light had not existed? But if that were possible...then how could the Darkness be Darkness without Light having been in the World? Somehow the Light had to have existed. But it had been eradicated with such finality that the concerned, now-cautious Xion suspected there was far more at work here than just Darkness. Forces had come together to create this chaos.

Something further up ahead, in the midst of all this ruin, silhouetted in the gloom.. Two people, standing in the road. Were they on the Light side? Or were they the ones who had caused this mess? She was going to find out. If they were all on the same side, perhaps they could find a way to return this World to Light, redeem its former peace, ease the sadness and desolation that now enveloped the place.

She heard a cry, as if a plea for help, and then silence, the sound abruptly cut off. Stopping in her tracks, Xion watched as a Heart, apparently released from one who had formerly carried it, rose into the sky until it was no longer able to be seen in the Darkness. The sight was a familiar one, reminding her of the missions she and Roxas had once carried out under the Organization's instruction. Hurrying toward the two figures she had already spotted, she realized she recognized the smaller of the two, a young boy. She couldn't quite place him in her memories, but Xion knew she had met him before. The other man was new to her, but he had the stance of one who had been through a lot, hopefully for the right things. And as she drew closer she saw that there was a third person, nearby, apparently speaking to the two she was approaching. What was this person's role in the scene? What was going on? She listened in, to catch the words that were being spoken. Strange winds were starting to blow, as if something were about to happen. There was something not right about the one who was talking..it was the same sort of presence that she felt Xemnas had, back in the Organization...not to be trusted.

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Atop the tallest tower in Hollow Bastion Sephiroth stood, gazing down as the town as the wind blew quietly through his silky hair. As it picked up the sky darkened while storm clouds made their way above the desolate town below, earning a smirk as the one winged angel remembered his battle with his nemesis in Midgar all those years ago. Just like now, the sickly sky had been consumed by the darkness of clouds to symbolize the great power that lay beneath them ready to do battle with the Light’s hero. Today was no different, for the would be saviors of this world would soon find themselves against insurmountable odds only to be tossed aside like the trash they were. Unless Cloud was among them, or one of the chosen elite such as the Warrior of Light or Sora, there was little hope for them to escape this confrontation alive. He had seen the ship as it arrived, the same one that came to Claire’s aid in the last world he visited, assuming that its pilot was here to seek retribution. Pitiful, how warriors of the Light clung to ideals of Darkness such as revenge yet claimed to be the ones in the right.

With a flap of his wing he was off, diving off of Hollow Bastion proper to glide over the ruined town below as he summoned Masamune into his grasp. From just above the violet smoke he flew, the occasional flap of his wing scattering the fog at that spot as Sephiroth continued forward through the town. The young scream of a women drew his attention, a loud shrill that would likely draw the heroes towards it in a foolhardy attempt to save her. Perfect, at least now he wouldn’t have to seek out the opposition. He had no interest in merely fighting the heroes, there was nothing for him to prove or defend in this world. Instead he wished to test Claire’s hero, to see if he was nearly as strong as her. Even then he would hardly be a challenge, due to how easily he’d disposed of the woman, but perhaps a shining light such as he could surprise him like the young keyblader had on the cliff overlooking Hollow Bastion.

Silently Sephiroth took to the sky above the square, his shadow largely hidden thanks to those cast by the ever thickening clouds above. Green slitted eyes looked over those who had already gathered, two of whom seemed to be allies. The first was the cloaked figure he’d met in the Realm of Darkness, already dispersing a heart. The other was a cloaked being with a much smaller stature, not dissimilar from those who had been watching him from the shadows like the man he’d encountered in the library not that long ago. Good, at least if those of the Light were drawn to the scream like moths to a flame he could focus upon the pilot as the others took care of the weaklings.

Upon a rooftop was Zidane, the Genome that fought alongside Cloud and the others in the war between Chaos and Cosmos. The monkey could pose a problem if he wasn’t careful, though the distraction would be little more than a nuisance capable of taking Sephiroth off his guard. Hopefully the others would take care of him so that he could deliver his test. Finally Sephiroth’s eyes set on a large man in a coat, likely the one who came to save Claire. He seemed lost, confused at the scene around him. No matter, due to a certain puppy Sephiroth knew that brain power did not correlate with one’s competence in battle and by no means meant that this conflict wasn’t going to be fun. Thus as his ally drew the attention of the others with his speech, the silver haired man tucked his wing against his back while he held Masamune firmly in his hands. Faster and faster he descended upon the man in a trench coat, until his attempt to impale the man would likely reach fruition. Regardless of the result he’d leap off the ground after his sword drove into the ground, spinning to slash at his opponent before landing gracefully upon his feet while he smirked at the blond. His wing flared to its span behind him, and so he began.

“Instead of remaining by her side you abandoned Claire much like the Light, leaving Darkness to swell and consume her. An interesting development, with your supposed claim to be a hero. I suppose you are merely an imitator, much like my long winded counterpart,” Sephiroth brought his sword’s handle up beside his head, the enormous blade reaching meters before him. “Though I wonder... If you’re as much talk as he was.”

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480px,true][atrb=cellpadding,3px,true][atrb=cellspacing,3px,true][bg=939d8f] Now you're adrift in a sea of lies A foolish villain in an endless chapter There was the sound of large footsheps, a blur of rainbow color before the very loud and bright clash of metal hitting and reverberating metal. The very moment before the former Hero's Masamune would pierce and impale the other hero, another blade collided with it horizontally in mid-air, not stopping the man's descent with his stabbing motion into the ground but still exerting in a attempt enough of his force to deflect the blade from it's target beneath him altogether. This would try to force him to not stab Snow, as he had done the lovely Aerith so many years ago and add him to his collection of sheaths for the incredibly long sword, and instead he would embed his weapon's edge into the ground next to him. The momentum of the savior was slowed as he made the descent and landed on the ground, Kingdom Key clasped in his right hand, kneeling down on one knee and his left hand on the ground for balance as the young man gradually stopped being a living blur and raised his infamous brown spiky head. "Sephiroth!!" He had landed just short of the Man in the Black Coat and the taller man in the even bigger coat, and of the former's lengthy katana, grunting in pain as he made his spinning slash upon landing. He was experienced in close combat, but there was no way he could have anticipated both deflecting a fatal blow to his friend and a close-range spin upon descent, not without having some kind of super reflexes he did not possess. He was only human after all, but if he had spared his friend Snow a mortal blow, then he was willing to have sacrificed himself in that regard. He brought the keyblade he had extended out in front of him once more, left hand joining the right in clasping around the handle of his keyblade, bringing his guard up once again. And yet unlike the masochist Sephiroth was, and the murderer the new man in a hooded cloak was, he did not strike back. He could have easily just striked back at his enemies, but not first without knowing exactly what had happened. Firstly, at Sephiroth. "Cloud is not here. Why are you attacking my friends?" he demanded more than asking, also having spotted Zidane on the rooftop. He had probably just blabbed that they were his friends in a stupid manner, which Seph could have used against him, but he didn't really fear nor care. He wasn't happy, and he and his friends would put the hurt on him if it was for a reason that Seph would not resolve without a fight, especially if he knew somehow that Cloud was a friend of theirs too. Friendship was his power, and as long as he was there, having them around was only a strength as well as he was theirs. Secondly, there was the stranger wearing glasses, which he had bared to witness stealing the heart of a woman with that sickle on a chain of his. He had heard cries for help from her, so he was most likely the bad guy, and didn't look like he wasn't going to leave without attempting to steal their hearts as well. But what exactly did he want, and why was he stealing hearts, surely it couldn't be for the same reasons the Organization was doing all those years ago with Kingdom Hearts? "And I don't know who you are, or why you're stealing hearts, but you shouldn't have struck down that lady. You could have taken hearts from the Heartless! She had a life, she had friends, and you treated her like she's some apple off a tree you can pick and toss away... but she wasn't! We all have hearts... we all have a right to exist, and no-one gives you the right to take it away like it all means nothing!" he fumed angrily, leaving behind his original question. He also had seen the mysterious girl with the black hair, which he had seen in his dreams a long time ago... but he was too much in a furious mood to contemplate or deal with any sort of a meeting just now. This reaper of hearts with his sickle, cutting hearts from powerless people like wheat from the chaff, and the man who had quoted as such before he burned down Nibelheim were a much bigger threat. And with more allies in the shadows, for all that he knew. There was no attack yet, no retaliation or payback, no vengeance or blind fury like the scientist had patronized the other two heroes for before. Sora usually rushed headfirst into things, like he had just done, but for the moment there was a pause before the inevitable battle he implored to seek some sort of reason to this chaotic madness. Darkness to the world was one thing - even tolerable - since his own friend Riku was in darkness and darkness made up half of everything. But the bad guys taking the lives of people at will, disregarding their memories and emotions, hopes and dreams to be snuffed out and replaced by their own, that was another thing entirely altogether. "Snow, Zidane, miss, are you guys hurt?" he asked, without batting an eyelid away from the two men in the black coats, despite the fact he himself was more injured than they were. That's just how Sora was with willing to have others seek happiness before his own, the 'miss' directed at Xion politely which from his memories he regarded as one of the people who he had been searching for, and if anyone like her or his friends Snow and Zidane got badly injured or worse hurt him more than the slash across his chest that he felt right now. TAG Snow, Zidane, Mordred, Xion, Sephiroth, Silv, Ultimecia SONG Unbroken by Black Veil Brides

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A Corridor ripped open behind Xion as Silv walked out with axe in hand. Although, she more curiously looked over at Sora who just defended Snow from Sephiroth. Only having arrived just now, she wasn't sure what all was happening, but this world as she could sense was tainted with Darkness as it stood. There was the Dark-hearted silverhead, I seem to come across Yazoo's brothers a lot, and the Nobody with the sickle that seemed to stand with Darkness here as she could sense less of Darkness from the others.

Silv had chosen to appear near Xion mostly due to her cloak reminding her of the Organization and she wasn't certain where they were standing here. Still, she didn't really care all the less, she also had noted Zidane's presence and she didn't feel much for appearing out in the open just yet. "Hello," she simply said at Xion while wondering what would happen between Sora, Sephiroth, and Snow. It did seem the ones of Darkness were the minority, but she already knew that Sephiroth was far from weak. Sora was a problem as well, the Nobody was an unknown entity as was the girl in front of her. She sensed another presence of Darkness, though...

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OOC:((I got Xion's consent for me to grab her and duck from Sephiroth's attack.))

As the burly and muscular hero stood there in the deformed and depraved Radiant Garden, he thought about what he could do to help this city. This city that had been so kind to him, this city brought Snow to Noctis, who helped him get on the track to finding his "family" and saving this universe. Snow stood there and crossed his arms over his chest when he heard a voice all out to him. Snow turned with an annoyed facial expression upon his stubbled face. However, when he turned around...he saw someone that was...quite familiar. Snow's facial expression lightened up when he saw the boy that called out to Snow from the rooftops of the now ruined city that was Radiant Garden. Snow did not know his name or where he came from...but he remembered him from Halloween Town. He was one of the fighters that Snow helped in Halloween Town when he was searching for Master Xehanort...or at least, searching for info on him anyway.

"Hey, there. I remember you. You're one of the guys that helped me fight off the weird furniture monsters, right?, Snow said as he stuffed his gigantic hands into his pockets. "Nah, I'm not from around here, I'm trying to figure out what happened but-"

Snow was then cut off by the shout of a woman... Snow's blue eyes widened in surprise... Could it have been Vanille, or Serah...or Lebreau that had been in trouble? Snow looked all around him to find a young woman in distress. She shouted for Snow's help as well as for the help of the young boy on the roof. Snow made his way toward her...when she was cut down by a man with a sickle. Snow watched with surprise, his heart sunk a little as this woman's life was taken away from her. He watched as her heart flew away. It would appear that Snow had found the man that was the cause of this ruin. Snow then heard footsteps to the side of him. As Snow turned to face whoever was coming this way, he noticed that it had been another young woman with an Organization XIII cloak on. However, like Roxas, before this one, she didn't seem to be one for evil or one that would be playing for Team Master Xehanort. In fact, she looked a little distressed... Snow's gut was telling him that he had nothing to fear from this girl and for the most part, Snow's gut was always right. He would trust her for now, he supposed. Snow then turned to the man with the scythe in his hand.

It was then that the man with the chain-sickle in hand began to talk, spewing all kinds of nonsense about how the Dark and Light are fighting among themselves and how hearts are destined for Darkness. It was another one of those "guys"... Snow was still stuck on the fact that this man killed an innocent woman...right in front of him, but it was then that he called the boy on the roof an "Angel of Death". That sounded pretty dark for someone like the boy Snow was familiar with. The murderer called him a "Genome" too... Snow wasn't one for science...he didn't know what a "Genome" was at all. He was pretty sure someone smart, like Lightning or Serah, knew. However, what really got to Snow what that this murderer had the odasity to blame Snow and the young boy on the roof for what happened to Radiant Garden. He had some nerve; it irked Snow so much that an angry sneer began to creep its way onto the face of The Hero.

However, the murderer looked Snow's way and Snow stepped forward, showing that he doesn't back down from anyone. It was then that this murderer spoke Snow's name...his full name. Snow hadn't even introduced himself yet...how did he know who he was was something that the burly blonde wanted to know...and how did he know that he was...or rather, is a L'Cie. It was then that the man went too far. The man started to mock the love Snow had for his wife...for his family. One would think that Snow's blue eyes went red because now...he was burning with rage. Snow was an emotional person. He acted on his gut and heart...not his brain most of the time and this man...just made a huge mistake in Snow's mind. Snow could take it when he was being made fun of. From his style of clothing and hairstyle to his attitude, Snow really stood out and he was ok with that. He didn't mind when someone poked fun at him...however...if someone made fun of his "family"...if someone made fun or mocked the love he had for his "family" and how much he cherished them...then Snow would get so angry that everything would simply stop. Snow was so furious that he didn't even notice the wind blowing his way. This town was about to shake with the anger of Snow Villiers...

"You got a whole lot of nerve to come here and say that to my face!! You kill someone that has done nothing to you...you cover this whole world in Darkness...and you blame me?! That weapon ain't gonna be able to protect you, not today!!", Snow said in righteous indignation.

Snow then decided to make the guy pay. He decided to make his way over to the murderer but in a flash, someone tried to attack him from above...only to have an old friend deflect the attack within milliseconds. It was the young man that inspired Snow to join the fight against Master Xehanort and his minions. Sora had stepped into the fray. Sora called the man who attempted to attack Snow "Sephiroth". This was getting messier and messier. However one thing was for certain, Snow wanted the man with the chain-sickle. There were no ifs ands or buts about it. When Sephiroth seemed to be getting rid for another attack, as Snow saw him take his sword out from the ground and spin with it, he grabbed the young girl in the Organization cloak and ducked out of the way to avoid the slash. When Snow looked up, he saw that Sora was hurt. Snow gently let go of the girl. It was then that Sephiroth mocked Snow talking about how he knew Lightning and he mocked Snow on how much he cared for her too and how he supposedly left her alone. What is with these guys?!

"Heh, you know, I wouldn't worry so much about that...she's tougher than I am...", Snow said as he turned to Sora. "We're fine...but don't bother with these guys, they're all lost causes. If they don't get that, they are not supposed to hurt other people..., Snow said as his L'Cie brand began to glow. "...then we will just have to beat their faces in until they get the picture!!"

It was then that Snow's L'Cie brand that had on his left arm then began to glow blue. It was then that a blue-white crystal began to emerge from his L'Cie brand, from his skin, that was in the shape of a heart. Snow grabbed the crystal and used his almighty force to crush it in his bare hand into dust. He then throw the dust into the air and a huge watery sphere began to materialize. Inside this sphere grew two entities and the watery sphere began to freeze as the two entities began to grow bigger and bigger. It was at this point that the huge watery sphere turn into ice and then the huge icy orb shattered. From the shattered pieces of ice, two beings emerged. One was dark with a white patch over her eye and the other was light-skinned with a visor over her two eyes and had a wheel floating in her hand. Snow landed and smirked as they appeared before him and smiled upon seeing Snow. The Shiva Sisters have come to help Snow.

"Stiria, Nix, show the silver haired freak what happens when you mess with the Heroes!!"

Nix took the initiative, using the jet-boosters that she had as feet, charged Sephiroth in an attempt to hurt Sephiroth. Nix would dash in close to Sephiroth and use her Pirouette attack, spinning in place at high speed with her wheel out in front of her. While Sephiroth was distracted, Snow, using his powerful legs, front flipped over Sephiroth and ran toward the murderer with the chain-sickle. He was going to pay for what he said. No one insulted Snow's family and gets away with it. Once Snow closed the distance between the murderer with the chain-sickle, he mist stepped toward Mordred, ducking and dashing in close quickly. Once Snow got close enough, Snow attempted to give the murderer a right roundhouse punch, by bringing his right fist from under his waist up and across to Snow's upper left hand side with all of his might, effectively trying to strike the murderer in the face, attempting to break his jaw.

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Actions Taken:

Action #1: Snow grabs Xion and ducks with her, effectively avoiding Sephiroth's spinning sword attack.

Action #2: Snow summons the Shiva Sisters and Nix attacks Sephiroth to keep him busy.

Action #3: Snow flips over Sephiroth and charges at Mordred to give him a right roundhouse punch

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Powers Used(Snow):

Shiva Sisters Summoning - Normal Mode: The Shiva Sisters are known as Stiria and Nix. Stiria is known to be the elder sister. She is dark-skinned and she has a light patch around her right eye. While, Nix is the younger sister. She is light-skinned with somewhat of a visor over her eyes. The Shiva Sisters can help Snow for five full turns then they will have to take their leave for five turns after they have been active for five turns. (5 post duration; 5 post cooldown)

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Powers Used(Nix):

Pirouette: Nix spins with her wheel, causing somewhat of a twister that can damage multiple enemies. (2 post cooldown.)

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(Ooc: Highly sorry for inconcistencies, I am replying using my phone coz I don't wanna miss a turn.)

A soft chuckle escaped scarlet lips.

Ultimecia scanned the farce below her, yellow eyes glinting with interest as she watched both darkness and light battle upon trivial things. Leave it to these idiotic, self-righteous, light warriors to make a big deal out of a dead woman. Or perhaps it was something more than that.

She turned her gaze upon the man in the cloak and glasses, her lips set in a definite line as she overheard him talking. She knew it was something to do with that Snow character and, judging from his reaction, they are not bosom friends enough for him to know about his personal life. He also mentioned heartless, and with that, the Time Sorceress was intrigued.

Then there was Sephiroth, that man she remembered vividly via vague memories from the war of the gods. She idly wondered if he could remember but quickly dismissed the though; it didn't matter as long as he did not get in the way. Languidly, she descended down from her perch at a nearby turret, just as the former hero swung his masamune against the light warriors, earning a derisive snort from the Witch.

”My my, your aim must be getting sloppy, General.” She purred, a lascivious smile directed against the blonde hero. She took the time to scan her surroundings, noting the cloaked girl, then the Genome, Zidane, brother of that Kuja character. She simpered at the thought of battling these troublesome people once more until a kid appeared and started spewing nonesense.

"Child, you don't know half the things you're talking about." She chuckled, disappearing in a flurry of feathers before appearing at Sora's side, "Children aren't supposed to play at night, didn't your parents tell you that?" She smirked, disappearing once more to regain her place a few ways beside Sephiroth, crossing her arms together. It seemed Snow had had enough, though, since the man summoned a GF Ultimecia hadn't seen before. Nevertheless, she fought the urge to sigh.

How completely predictable.

These heroes were all the same, calling upon aid during matters of digress. It only proved how utterly powerless human beings were when stripped away of the deities they made pact with, and with this, Ultimecia felt utterly disgusted.

"Come now, isn't it too early to call for help?" She said, balls of light forming on her hands, "How disgraceful." She added, feeling the energy course through her, taking shape as dark blades, before releasing it directly towards Snow.

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Actions:
1. Featherported towards Sora.
2. Featherported back a safe distance from the eidolon
3. Used Knight's Blade against Snow.
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POWERS:
KNIGHT'S BLADE [Cooldown: 2 posts] Sends sword-like projectiles to single foe that tracks them for a few seconds before detonating, deals medium damage.

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I want to shine

When the big guy turned around Zidane was surprised to recognize that stubble and smile. Well if it wasn't the white-behemoth! A smile pulled itself over Zidane's features as he pushed to stand. To think he found the bandersnatch himself again! This was a good surprise. This world was in a sorry shape. He settled his hand on his hip as the white-haired monk spoke. It was good to know there was at least one other here at a loss of what went down. A sudden scream chilled the thief and put him on high alert. That was a woman's scream! His tail immediately curled up and stiffened as his gloved hands came out in a defensive stance. His cloak danced like a shadow among the walls when he shifted into the low stance.

He turned and caught sight of the strange act. Removing a person's heart? No. Zidane could not really take such a thing without a grain of salt. He easily recognized that bastard! He was the one keen stirring up all sorts of trouble before, now-- now it was way too much. "You really can't learn can you man?! How can you want a world without strife, yet stir so much up on yer own?!" he accused as he moved to settle his hand on his holster with his left hand, shifting his cloak out of the way.

He sneered at Mordred. This guy was a total loon! Was he the cause of it? There was way too much destruction. How could this be his ideal?! The thief's thumb came to rest over the decorated holster and snapped back the latch that kept the blades in place while he was parading around while roof running or otherwise scaling some dangerous obstacle. His body felt a chill, that could have well been the darkness looming between the buildings and in the skies. His tail's fur seemed to bristle as his weight was pressed to his feet. The sound of a feather falling along the wind. It brought back dark memories of a time when he could do nothing but fight. He came to a place where he had to be more understanding of others and their troubles.

Before he could respond to Mordred's murderous attack another appeared. This one he remembered. This one burned a hole into his memories. The distant cycles that tormented many good-hearted fellows in the past. He was part of that sick and twisted game, but in truth he understood. The light would always fight to remain above the darkness. It was strange to him. The light was what created the darkness, so why did they fight? Why could they not get along? The thief narrowed his blue eyes, focusing on the vile figure that rained down from above like an arrow from heaven. He never really met the maniac face to face, but there was some hoopla about him.

"Snow, watch out!" But it was too late. The thief was ready to respond to an ally in need. Although Mordred needed a good punch to the face, if he let that nice fellow get cut down it would be a wound to his heart.

Zidane shifted his weight and lowered his body. His boot came to rest on the edge of the roof, the heeled shoe gripping easily. He had made motion to rush the pair and attempt to intervene, but it seemed another would come to Snow's aide. He smirked at the familiar form and bright attitude. It seemed he was not the only one who could not resist playing hero. His blue eyes darted between Mordred and Sephiroth as his mind twisted through his worries. The thief would never be one to analyze a situation, but that did not mean he could not head for he biggest threat.

Another pair appear in the distance: Xion and Silv, but he was not granted a moment to pay mind. He was the get-up-and-go sort. Acting on his heart's desires was, as Mordred once said: selfish greed, but this selfish greed sought to cripple a situation before it got out of hand. He kicked off he roof's edge and landed on the ground. The Genome took off running. He coud hear both the Light and Dark trading quips. He was usually the first to bristle an enemy's resolve with his words. Sora threw himself in a compromising position and leaving his friends to the mercy of these baddies was not a choice. He harshly grunted, the memories of the cycle stinging his chest, pushing adrenaline through his body. He could not allow these dark-siders a chance!

Headstrong the thief rushed toward the former General. Snow seemed to call up some aide, and it was just what the thief needed: a distraction that was not him. Zidane could not pay heed to the new loon that appeared in the flock. She sounded pretty sexy though! A husky voice. Perhaps after things get settled they can talk instead of throwing weapons at one another. The thief focused! With the Sisters distracting the General the thief would rush in recklessly.

He was unarmed but that did not stop him from reaching out. His speed on foot was incomparable to most. A small frame and flexible body trained through the years for feats of acrobatics left the Genome a fine specimen of speed, though he severely lacked in strength and physical defense. As Zidane rushed up behind Sephiroth: his left hand came out to smack at the Ex-SOLDIER's shoulder before his right hand pushed out to attempt to smack the Masamune and Mug Sephiroth of his blade. The thief would continue his forward rush, looking back only to grin smugly at the General. His cloak fluttered around his body to deceive enemies and allies alike of his actions, after all bluffing was a battle strategy too!

"Whoa!" He staggered a bit when Ultimecia's attack came flying out toward Snow. These were heavy hitters. There was no way the thief was pulling himself too close to them.

He slid to make a sharp turn and moved to rush to Snow's aide. Damn, all these goons were going to make finding out what happend a tough one, but if he had to bet gil, he would say it was the collective menagerie of baddies that incited this outpouring of Darkness.

1. Rushed Sephiroth from behind
2. Used Mug ((This ability induces light to moderate damage to an enemy. This ability induces the Disable effect, making enemy unable to use their weapon's skills or abilities for a turn until the weapon is retrieved. -2 Post Cooldown))
3. Ran passed Sephiroth to regroup.

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Hmm... this world holds great significance. I will have to see why.

As Mordred pondered the change of events, a small girl in a cloak came out of a Corridor of Darkness. While he lacked his Analysis ability, for the moment, he didn't really need it. He could sense the lack of a Heart, much like himself. "... Hmph. Another empty shell. I have no need for one such as yourself." Mordred said, dismissively. He then promptly ignored the girl. She was in no danger from him, since she had no Heart to reap. Then the Fallen SOLDIER came in, seeking to destroy Snow in one fell swoop. Had the One-Winged Angel followed him from the Realm of Darkness or was it mere coincidence that they should meet again? Mordred, as always, cared not. It didn't matter which side won in the end, only that he took their Hearts when it was finished. Mordred's pondering of Sephiroth's arrival was just abruptly interrupted by another Keyblader joining the fray. He blocked the stab itself, saving Snow from imminent death. The spiky brown-haired kid called out Sephiroth, letting Mordred sense the Heart that lie within this Keyblader. Not that he had to work for it, such was the light in this child's Heart. He hadn't sensed such a thing in all his time travelling the worlds. Had the boy not been a Keyblader, he'd have focused on annihilating him and just left. But he was a Keyblader and thus, useful, for a little while at least. Then Sora turned to the Nobody and spoke. Mordred processed what he said and sighed.

"Your ignorance is staggering." Mordred began, "You, of all people, should know that it is impossible to free Hearts from the Heartless without a Keyblade. Only the chosen wielders have such a privilege. As for your right to exist, you Heart Bearers squandered that when you wasted your Heart's potential on pointless bickering and fighting. More and more Hearts fall to the Darkness and the worlds disappear one by one and not one of you has ever solved the problem. This world is proof of that. It was important to you all, wasn't it? So why is it in this state? As always, it is always too late for any of you to see the importance of things. If you will not make the most of your precious 'existence', then you are undeserving of it. The only exception to this is the girl over here." He pointed at Xion. "I was hoping that when I felt the light in your Heart that you were some grand Hero. But you are nothing but a naive boy. Your attempt at appealing to my sense of remorse was a blatant example of that. How can you appeal to something that isn't there in the first place?"

Another portal of Darkness appeared and another girl came through. This time, Mordred could feel that this was a Heartless. So many new creatures had come forth. However, she had done nothing yet and Mordred did not fear her. After all, he had no Heart with which to take. He looked back at the bulky musclehead who spewed his anger at Mordred... which only made him sigh again. He seemed, as always, completely indifferent to the hate that had gone his way. "Tch... a false hero and ignorant as well. No wonder this world fell." Mordred said. "I came for Hearts, nothing more. This world was already drowning in Darkness when I arrived. How you believe I'm somehow solely responsible for this is probably best left unanswered. I doubt anyone here could comprehend that level of brainlessness." He then boasted that Reaper of Light would not protect him, which only made Mordred stare at him coldly, as he always had.

Another woman arrived, this time one with a Heart, steeped in Darkness though it was. She seemed to be much like Sephiroth, a manipulator. Mordred would have to learn about her when he could. After all, she might prove useful. Then Snow made the first move. He summoned some sort of creature to distract Sephiroth before charging towards Mordred like a bull gone mad with rage. The woman who had just arrived fired what looked like swords at brawler, but Mordred idly wondered if that would do anything to distract him. He saw Zidane do... something to Sephiroth, then rush to Snow's aide, probably to distract Ultimecia. Mordred's focus turned to Snow, who had gotten close enough to make his move, a right roundhouse punch. Mordred merely uttered a "hmph", his body not moving an inch from his normal position. He hadn't even flinched. That was because the Nobody knew better than to solely rely on his weapon to win.

Mordred then used Density Change and used his Kinetic Energy powers to increase his Density, doubling his strength and defense. As the punch connected, Mordred's increased weight (despite his skinny frame not changing one iota) made the ground below his feet crumble, causing divots in the ground and the Nobody suddenly appearing much shorter than Snow. To the Brawler, it would've felt like punching a thick steel wall. In the aftermath, the only change in Mordred's position was his head pushed to the side by Snow's fist, still making contact. While he still felt the pain, which, even through his increased defense, was quite noticeable, it had not broken his jaw nor even moved it. In fact, Mordred's expression didn't even change to show pain. Not even his glasses were broken in the resulting impact. The Nobody then pushed his head, so he instead of looking off to the side, he was back to staring right into Snow's eyes with his soulless, scarlet gaze, also pushing the fist back some as well.

"Is that all the strength you can muster, 'Hero'"?

Mordred then grabbed Snow's right wrist, pulling the fist away. With his doubled Strength, he could tangle with a man who looked like he could pummel normal mooks into pudding. Mordred wasn't normal, not by a long shot. With fists like thick steel, the Nobody gave his punishment for Snow's impulsiveness in spades. As he squeezed Snow's right wrist like a vise, he pummeled Snow's torso, unleashing two strong punches to his gut and one right to his chest, as if trying to punch Snow's heart out of his body. Continuing the combo, he feinted, unleashing a wild roundhouse punch of his own at Snow's face, intentionally missing it before immediately releasing a chop to the Hero's throat. Then he released his grip on Snow's wrist, got into a stance by taking a step towards Snow (causing another divot in the ground with his foot), aiming his fist right at Snow's Solar plexus and charged up some Kinetic Energy into his fist. Then, he released the Repulsion Blast right into Snow's Body by doing what looked like a One Inch Punch. He then went back to his normal position, his step back causing a crashing sound as it hit the ground. He then stood there, still as a statue, as if waiting for Snow to get back up and continue fighting.

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Action 1: Used Density Change, chose to increase Density

Action 2: Unleashed combo of punches in the general vicinity of Snow's body.

Action 3: Used Repulsion Blast

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Density Change - Upon activation of this ability, Mordred chooses whether to increase or decrease his Density and cannot choose both. He can only choose this once, upon activation and the choice cannot be changed for the duration of the ability. If it is increased, his Strength and Defense are doubled, effectively turning him into a walking tank. However, his speed and Evasion are halved, meaning that while he may be able to take a lot of punishment, it's a sure bet he's going to take ALL of that punishment, unless it is a wildly inaccurate attack. Since increasing his Density makes Mordred that much heavier, it's also not a good move to use while in the air or over water. If Mordred decreases his Density, his speed and evasion are doubled, but his strength and defense is halved as well. He may be hard to hit, but if he is hit, he'll be sent flying. He'll also have to hit a lot more times to gain the same amount of damage, but a sickle slicing at an enemy at super-speed... [Duration: 4 rounds Cooldown - 5 rounds]

Repulsion Blast - Mordred fires a blast of Kinetic Energy designed to send his foes flying. Not only that, but it hits like a truck, dealing heavy damage similar to a -ga spell. [Cooldown - 3 rounds]

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Theme for the fight between Snow and Mordred

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Xion wasn't surprised that others were showing up..but she was surprised at their appearances. The variety in presence, the way in which they regarded one another would imply that some had already had dealings with each other. So they were at least familiar, if not allied, with the opponents now facing them. Glancing at the boy on the roof, and the man who stood nearby glaring at the black-cloaked figure in front of them, she had decided that these two were her allies here against the Darkness that had swallowed this World, and against the murderer who had stolen that poor woman's Heart... How had he done that? What was his weapon capable of? Why had he taken the Heart? And why did his cloak remind her of the Organization XIII??

Her contemplation of this had been interrupted by a looming man with flowing silver hair and an immensely long and intimidating bladed weapon. None of the weapons she had seen other Organization members wield had ever looked like that.. He had descended so rapidly that one would think he had just appeared. But his goal had seemed to be the tall man near her..why? He was going to get hit!! A familiar voice had broken through the stirring of chaos, and the tall man who had been targeted by the silver-haired man had grabbed her, holding her close as if to protect her from the attack as he ducked out of the way. Surprised by this, she had been somewhat dumbfounded by the action. But the attack had been deflected, and when Xion had seen Sora's face, she had lost all words. When he had spoken the them, she had merely nodded her head. The murderer had addressed both the man who had protected her (now known to her as Snow, and the boy, whom she had become certain she had met before, and somehow the murderer had known what Xion herself was. She tugged her hood down over her face, having gotten a sense from him much like Xemnas's; Cold, frightening..and very very imposing.

More people had joined, leaving Xion very uncertain about their chances against these Dark ones..but the Light had Sora..that counted for a LOT. She blinked as one of the people who had joined, a girl carrying an axe, had addressed her calmly. Didn't people on the bad side usually talk down to people, as the attacker Sora had called Sephiroth, and the one Snow was now charging at. Another Dark sider joined, as ominous as anyone Xion had ever seen. She gasped, watching Snow as he went to attack, and saw the newcomer unleash an attack of what looked like dark blades hurtling toward Snow. She didn't stop to think, acting on instinct. Summoning her Keyblade, Xion ran to intercept the blades, bringing the Key up to block the first couple. Which turned out to be a mistake, as they detonated. Grimacing in pain, the girl Cast Fire in an attempt to detonate the rest before they could come within close contact. Hopefully dissolving this attack would repay in part the defensive actions of Snow on her behalf.

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Actions Taken:
Action #1: Summon Keyblade to block Knight's Blade.
Action #2: Cast Fire in attempt to remotely detonate remaining blades.

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Powers Used: Fire (Basic Magic Spell, 1 post cooldown) [ball of fire that tracks toward target spell is Cast at)

[sephirothcrescent]

The Theme For Those Foolish Enough To Challenge Sephiroth

Just before Masamune could pierce the skin of his target, the clash of metal forced Masamune back slightly so it instead impale the ground behind the hero. At least the fool paid for his involvement with a slash, the one winged angel not knowing who it was until he stood tall after the attack and set his eyes on the young keyblader. Sora, the very warrior that he had tested and whose results had brought him into pondering the keyblades power. In a sense he had him to thank, his current path to power would not have been possible if the kid hadn’t proven himself a formidable opponent. Still, revealing such information was pointless and would only lead to his attempted intervention. It was best to keep him in the dark, much like the current state of this world. At Sora’s question he merely smirked, chuckling as he closed his eyes.

“Cloud is doing as his master commands, he is such a good puppet. I have unfinished business with this ‘Snow’, prolonging the stringing of a new toy,” Sephiroth answered, opening those cat like eyes to gaze over the happening of the battlefield. Another silver haired woman arrived on the battle, the darkness evident in her heart. Good, another villain to ensure the numbers remained even in this battle. Not that it mattered; the strength of the heroes was pitiful at best with the keyblader, their best chance of success, already the worse for wear. Speaking of which, as that spiked headed buffoon turned his attention to his cloaked ally Snow found it fit to retort. Though he’d escaped harm altogether, it appeared he wasn’t the powerful warrior he made himself look like. At least, if what he said was true.

“I see, so that’s why I was able to leave her a bloody mess in that forest. Take care of herself indeed, if she’s tougher than you then you’re hardly even worth my time,” Sephiroth said with a sigh as he dropped his stance. There was no reason to exert himself in this battle if none of his opponents could truly stand up to him, he didn’t care for senseless battle. He only defended the darkness today because this castle’s contents made it in his self interest to keep things as they were; allowing him to continue his research without the light’s resistance.

It was then that Ultimecia’s tease reached his ears, and Sephiroth glanced over his shoulder to see the sorceress unchanged since the days of battle. He shrugged it off, returning his attention to Snow’s action. The mark on his wrist forearm was unfamiliar to him, but the way it glowed seemed somewhat reminiscent of materia. Indeed, a crystal came out of it but instead of casting a spell he crushed it and launched its remnants into the air. What was this fool up to? The answer came immediately, as the Shiva Sisters sprung to life before his eyes.

“A summon so soon?” he asked, starting to bring his blade back up to a defensive stance. However as the icy women charged at him a smack to the shoulder followed by a strike to his hand sent Masamune flying wildly forward towards the sisters. More embarrassingly, the angle of the mugging sent Sephiroth’s hand careening into his face, a literal example of a face palm. This allowed Nix to strike him, earning a loud grunt from the ex-SOLDIER as he stumbled backwards. He glared at the thief as he ran past, narrowing his eyes and letting Snow escape him in hid charge towards his ally. The cloaked man could handle himself, and with Ultimecia here she could deal with the summons and Sora. She was powerful enough for that. He however, was changing targets to the foolish Genome that disarmed him and make him look like a fool. With him scampering about these nuisances of attacks would continue throughout the battle and disrupt their ability to focus, so it was only logical to eliminate him first.

Smirking at Sora, Sephiroth summoned Masamune back to his hand in a flash of light, swinging the sword backwards as the length of the blade began glowing with brilliant light. Instead of attacking Sora however the one winged angel vanished in a blur of feathers that scattered around the keyblader as Sephiroth teleported into Zidane’s path towards Snow. With little more than a meter between them, it was now without warning that he swung the mighty sword to unleash Godspeed’s series of bright slicing energy waves at the angel of death. Regardless of whether they connected or not, they continued past him and cut clean through the buildings behind him leading to the tops of these structures falling over into collapse. He stood tall as his boots met the ground with a soft ‘click’, the silver haired man bringing his blade upwards in an attack position once more.

“Did you really think you could get away with such foolishness?” Sephiroth asked, narrowing his eyes at the Genome as his tone grew more threatening. “I will put an end to your games once and for all, I can’t have Kefka’s mouse scampering about.”

Despite his focus, the ex-general kept his wits about him to make sure he knew where everyone was in this battle. Most importantly he would keep track of Sora, and well as Snow’s battle to avoid their intersecting and either being hit or hitting his ally. He didn’t care about who may have been in those houses as they collapsed, if nothing else they were something for Zidane to keep in mind. It was his prank that had triggered his reaction, bringing an end to whoever was inside. Furthermore, unless he was truly a coward that would try to draw him away from the battle the fact he may have harmed innocents may bring the monkey into direct confrontation with him. In the end though, what happened didn’t truly matter. Any action taken would only delay the inevitable; this was going to be Zidane’s last stand and the darkness would not be shaken on this day.

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Actions Taken

• Sephiroth summoned Masamune back to his hand.
  
• Sephiroth used Teleport to move in front of Zidane.
  
• Sephiroth used Godspeed, attacking Zidane and the buildings behind him.

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Cool Downs

• Teleport: Three Posts
  
• Godspeed: Two Posts