Sephiroth smiled a private little smile, more of a half-smirk really, as the others went to work. Knife fighters, one of them good at throwing, the other (so far) apparently a close-range type. And the guy - Mokuhi - was capable of controlling plants somehow, as well. An interesting magic; he'd have to ask about it later.
Right now, he was too busy leading in on the attack.
A ball of flame easily the size of a man led the way, followed closely by the person who had thrown it; Sephiroth moved with speed that rendered him almost invisible, the first and most telling evidence of his passing the large gash opened in the monster's side and the ringing of a well-honed blade against chitinous armor. The fireball, though it had been a feint, was no less dangerous for that; it was still heading directly for the monster.
The rain falling through the shattered dome felt somehow appropriate, a backdrop that gave the whole thing that extra little feeling of realism, a connection that he sometimes found absent in this place.
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Right now, he was too busy leading in on the attack.
A ball of flame easily the size of a man led the way, followed closely by the person who had thrown it; Sephiroth moved with speed that rendered him almost invisible, the first and most telling evidence of his passing the large gash opened in the monster's side and the ringing of a well-honed blade against chitinous armor. The fireball, though it had been a feint, was no less dangerous for that; it was still heading directly for the monster.
The rain falling through the shattered dome felt somehow appropriate, a backdrop that gave the whole thing that extra little feeling of realism, a connection that he sometimes found absent in this place.