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" Is that a threat?". The crowd suddenly seemed to part and move aside as another figure moved into view. Most people in Spira knew his name. Hell most people in Gaia knew what it meant when this man arrived. Black long coat, steel paldrons. Long silver hair. He stepped forward moving towards Elena, it seemed that with the appearance of the vice president. It had brought with it more than just the usual riff raff bodyguards. Sephiroth. The legendary soldier member was here as well. He pointed at Juve. " That is how justice is percieved in Midgar, the man posed a direct threat to Shinra officers, and insulted them. Their orders are to enforce peace whilst Shinra are here, and put down any anti shinra established motives".The silver haired devil looked to Elena.
" The man followed his orders....perhaps to an extreme....but it was the Spiran who was foolish enough to start these issues in the first place....".
His eyes glinted as a slight smirk moved over his face. " Unfortunatly, your aggressive manner against a Shinra employee means I'm going to have to place you under arrest....orders.....". Sephiroth drew his sword. " However....I don't doubt your going to make this more difficult.....I'll try and avoid your vitals.....". Screams started to fill the air as the crowd cleared the area. However Spiran monks arrived just in time. " You can't do this, these people are under Spiran authority". Sephiroth smirked. " Stop me".
Boss Fight: Sephiroth Rules: Some of you are just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Unfortunatly its that luck which has landed you in this battle. Sephiroth means to arrest you. But he doesn't look like he's about to give you a chance to resist. Obviously you are outskilled and outclassed in this match. Think of it as more of a word event. RP your fight against Sephiroth, you will be overwealmed. However at the end of your post, you will be given an exp bonus depending on quality and quantity of the content.
Elena ONLY Boss Fight vs Warrior Monks Rules: Fight and defeat the warrior monks whilst Sephiroth takes care of the others.Exp bonus will be given on the same rules.
OOC: This is just giving you guys and excuse to move to Midgar lol hope you don't mind =p
((Wow... It appears I chose the worst thread ever to put my character in XDDD Sephiroth?! REALLY?! All I have to say is we're officially screwed. ;D))
Vale frowned at the dark-haired woman and recieved a couple of clawed gauntlets ready to tear his face apart in return. He put his hands up in the air, his fluroescent green eyes wide and tried to put on the most sincere smile he could manage to show he didn't want any problems. The woman pulled away for a moment and barked some words to a counterpart of hers... who seemed to have taken the time she was busy with Vale to run off and chat with the Turk. Fun. Stuff.
Things simply seemed to go from a "bad scenario" to "the worst possible situation ever" for Vale. He was stuck with people whom he did not know whatsoever, he couldn't understand what in the Nine Hells the girl was saying and now the "Biggest Badass EVER (as the adolescents who lived in Vale's apartment building called him)", Sephiroth, was probably going to tear him limb from limb simply for being there.
Some vacation this turned out to be..."
Vale turned around to see the strange girl running away, an option that didn't seem like too much of a bad idea... other than the fact that he'd be running away with a crazy woman whom he didn't understand whatsoever. However, this seemed like a nicer alternative than being cut in half by the SOLDIER's immensely long blade.
Then the demon remembered her two apparent companions who had gone to talk with the Turk. While he didn't know either of them, it was obvious what the silver-haired devil planned to do to the two of them. He looked to the female again, frowned, and shouted: "You're going to leave your friends to their deaths simply because you're faced with an insurmountable foe?" As he said it, he realized how good of an idea it was, however, he continued yelling- "You're nothing but a coward!"
At that, Vale readied his shortsword and ran to the aid of two complete strangers in a fight he would, most definitely, lose. There were worse scenarios, he supposed. And it was better than being called a hypocrite by the insane/mean lady and getting his eyes ripped from their sockets by her.
Juve removed his gun from it's holster once again, keeping it at his side. This man in front of him, he had the ability to make people part without so much as a word. It seemed like everyone else knew who he was except for Juve. Juve did know one thing about this man, he would be trouble. He wasn't like the other people who had tried to arrest him, this one commanded fear with his footsteps. Juve raised the gun from his side, resting the barrel against his right shoulder as he looked straight ahead of him at the one they called Sephiroth. Obviously those around him knew something Juve didn't, which was the case in most situations.
"Arrest? I've yet to meet a man who could take me in." he said, a bit boastful. He thought he would have a bit of an advantage against Sephiroth, given that he was wielding a sword and Juve, a gun. He figured all he would have to do would keep his distance and not shoot an innocent civilian, though that might not be a problem if they all fled like they should of. Juve started to pace back and forth slowly, eyes on Sephiroth. He knew he was going to be in for a fight, at least he'd have some assistance.
Juve quickly removed the gun from his shoulder and pointed it at Sephiroth. He fired off a shot at the silver haired swordsman, but to his dismay, the bullet didn't make it to it's intended target. Instead, his pursuer deflected the bullet upwards and out of harms way. Juve watched in disbelief as his shot was repelled away with such ease. "...but I don't miss" he said to himself as he stood there, stunned. Perhaps Juve had gotten in over his head and should of fled like Kahri had. He was debating it now that things hadn't started the way he had wanted them to.
There was no way he wanted to get closer to Sephiroth, Juve just wanted to keep his distance. Maybe he could escape after his next shot but it would be doubtful. Juve fired off a few more shots towards the man in black, hoping that maybe one would find its way past his blade, but he was wrong. It seemed as if the swordsman deflected his shots with ease. This wasn't good for Juve. To make matters worse, Juve had to reload. Reaching into his jacket, he removed more ammo for his gun and started the process of reloading, but it would prove to be futile.
Before he knew it, Sephiroth was already closing in, bringing his blade down towards Juve. Juve fell to one knee as he raised the barrel of his gun to intercept the oncoming blow. At that moment, the only thing keeping Juve from becoming two was a few inches of tempered steel. He let out a grunt as he tried to repel the blade with his barrel, but Sephiroth was too strong for him. The blade was able to keep Juve down on one knee and forced him to get lower. Try as he might, Juve couldn't counteract the strength of the swordsman.
After a few moments, which seemed like an eternity, Juve was finally overpowered. He fell onto his back as the barrel of his gun was sliced by Sephiroth's mighty blade. As he fell onto his back, his hat rolled off of his head. Juve knew he had been beaten and there was no way to get himself out of his predicament. A quiet sigh came from the defeated man as he lifted both of his hands up, palms up. Damnit he thought to himself as he lay there. "Looks like you got me. Mark my words though swordsman. You will fall before me, just you wait." he said as he glared up at his now captor.
As Vale ran he began to utter a short incantation, calling upon his innate demonic abilities to conjure the most powerful spell in his arsenal: Flare. Already one of his allies, whose name he did not know, had fallen against the powerful foe. As the air around him began to heat up from the sorcery he leapt into the air, hovering slightly thanks to his wings, and blasted the magical ball of condensed heat at the imposing silver-haired figure; who batted the spell aside as if it were nothing but an annoying bug of some sort.
Drawing his shortsword, Vale once again began casting a spell, this time on the blade of his weapon. A small bolt of lightning arced to the metal and began to crackle expectantly as the Lucavi looked for any kind of opening in Sephiroth's defenses.
Unfortunately for Vale, the SOLDIER had other plans than getting an improvised lightning rod thrown at him. With a flick of his wrist, Sephiroth sent the devil's weapon flying, leaving the boy completely defenseless. With another practiced swipe, he knocked Vale off his feet with the flat of his sword, his chin cracking painfully on the pavement causing tears of pain to creep into his eyes.
"Sunnova bitch..."
The Lucavi tried to push himself back to his feet, but Sephiroth pressed a boot into the boy's back, keeping him pinned to the ground. Without thinking, Vale shouted the Thunder spell at his captor, which fizzled out insignificantly as the SOLDIER punted him in the side of the head, knocking Vale out immediately.
The word rang in her ears long after her retreat from the scene now turned for the worst. How was he to title as such? Just because she sought to preserve her own life, she was deemed a coward? Another than a meeting she had no connections with the small party and thus harbored no obligation to aid them. They were simply caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and were too slow to excuse themselves from the scene of the crime.
Not her problem.
But still...those shouted words bothered the woman to no end. She slid out of her fleeting strides to a sudden stop in the middle of the street. It was vacant now, there was no worry of being seen or bothered. Her orange tinted gaze fell behind to the distant alley. The sounds of battle reached her ears and alerted the creature wrapped around her neck. She looked to him, both master and animal sharing the same look of uncertainty. Really...what reason was there to return if only to get caught in the midst of battle. There was no benefit for her, no reward she would receive. And that army. The machina clad soldiers were surely trained to kill...and they were numerous. It would be no different than walking to a death sentence.
Yet, as she aware of the dangers involved, she was certain the small group knew as well...so why did they linger? Why didn't they run? 'They must be idiots..' she spoke to none but herself. And she would have been an idiot as well to join them...to aid them.
So she would be an idiot....if only to prove that boy wrong.
She was no coward.
Before her mind had a chance to change, she ran toward the alley, footsteps light on the cobble-stone ground. She cut through a parallel route, her aim to catch the threat by surprise to gain the upper hand. However her quickly devised plan would serve futile against such a formidable foe. Though she had no prior knowledge of this silver-haired man, she recognized power when it presented itself...and this man basked in it. Her first encounter to the scene was of Juve downed by the swordsman, the barrel of his gun being the only means of keeping him from being sliced in two. It was only a few seconds of struggle, but it was clear who held the upper hand. The gun gave away and Juve was forced to surrender.
The demonic boy too attempted to oppose his superior in strength with a meager display of magic. Melee was perhaps the wrong tactic in his case, and he too fell at the skill of this swordsman. His struggle was silenced by a sharp kick to his temple.
This was her chance.
Kahri slipped from the shadow of the alley and rushed toward the back of the man, her left claw raised with an intent to strike the neck of her opponent and permanently render him still. But he heard her footsteps. No amount of speed would be enough to land a successful blow. The lapse of time from her lunge to his turn could only have been a few milliseconds, but none the less he moved as if time were irrelevant and caught her metal covered wrist. Using the path and momentum of her strike, he effortlessly drug her through the air, her body forming an arch as she was thrown down the street. The creature around her neck quickly unwound himself before impact and skittered away from the conflict. Time returned to its normal flow as a sharp gasp of pain coupled the sudden drop to the ground. Her back skid painfully against the ground until she stopped. A searing ache shot up her spine, a pain never before experienced in all her years of fighting. The feeling was foreign, but not to be explored at the point in time. Despite the ache, she rolled to her feet, her stance rendered to all fours as wild eyes glared at the oncoming assailant.
Energy channeled from her core and dispersed to her hands. A familiar, warming sensation enveloped them. Clasping her hands together she drew them skyward then slammed the joined appendages to the ground, expelling the collected energies. The ground Quaked, minor fissures split the ground as a path snaked its away toward the swordsman, shooting both shards and clumps of earth in its wake. It was a skill that would have rendered anyone else momentarily stunned at the least, but as an experienced warrior he was not phased. Fluidly he lept into the air, sword wielded overhead and poised to strike. The glittering blade caught her eyes and she followed his ascent. The sword and man swung down with a mighty blow with only a second to dodge...and she took it. It was a minor turn to her left and the sword struck the ground but an inch from her face. Her lips parted in a silent cry and she scrambled to her feet. Again she was given but a second to move as metal swiped at her face...a thin red line and sting arose on the pale surface.
Kahri lept back as far as her legs would allow and readied herself for another strike. She sprung forward, metallic digits extended and splayed, ready to taste even a droplets of this man's blood. As she drew near, she leaned her upper half back, deliberately setting her form off-balance into a skid toward him. Her stance now lowered, her claws whipped through the air aimed for his unprotected chest.
Again she was stopped, her wrist was snatched in mid-strike, her arm was pulled forward then roughly thrown back as was the rest of her body. Again pain surged though her back and now her head as it connected sharply against a sand-brick wall. Spots danced before her eyes...a dull ringing consumed her auditories. The world flickered from darkness to color as her head lolled uselessly to the side. A coppery taste met her tongue as the liquid drizzled from parted lips.
The familiar caress of soft fur touched her face, and it was all she remembered before the world before her was shrouded in darkness.
ooc: And she's out for the count. words: 1060 total: 5142