[whilst sephiroth dances with his blade like it was just another rehearsed choreography, cloud fumbles with his own at best. there is weariness in his actions, with the way he guides himself upwards with the tip of masamune on his chest, clambering to his feet with uncertainty as to what his next move should be. sephiroth is guarded—and in their fight prior to cloud's arrival in south sister, the only way the blond managed to get a hit in was when parrying off any devastating blow swung his way.]
[cloud steps back and then forward, careening the weight of the buster sword through to give himself the space and opportunity to slam the edge onto sephiroth—]
[a move that would surely manage some kind of purpose were it not for the fact that cloud's movements are slow, tired and uninspired.]
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[whilst sephiroth dances with his blade like it was just another rehearsed choreography, cloud fumbles with his own at best. there is weariness in his actions, with the way he guides himself upwards with the tip of masamune on his chest, clambering to his feet with uncertainty as to what his next move should be. sephiroth is guarded—and in their fight prior to cloud's arrival in south sister, the only way the blond managed to get a hit in was when parrying off any devastating blow swung his way.]
[cloud steps back and then forward, careening the weight of the buster sword through to give himself the space and opportunity to slam the edge onto sephiroth—]
[a move that would surely manage some kind of purpose were it not for the fact that cloud's movements are slow, tired and uninspired.]