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Sephiroth’s eyebrows furrowed. Was this magic? Materia? He didn’t have time to consider it before light burst from the man beneath him and sent Sephiroth staggering. He caught his balance quickly and leapt back on instinct. The force that followed was almost blinding. Sephiroth steeled himself against it, squaring his stance in the shifting sand. What emerged from the blast wasn’t human.
It gleamed with an ultraviolet aura that veiled its details to only a basic silhouette. Its clothes had merged into a bulging form that was marbled like hard granite. The arms elongated to club-sized hands that nearly dragged on the ground, and its back split into almost crystalline spines.
Sephiroth’s temple shot with pain. He winced, grasping at it. Why did the sight of this thing bring bile to his throat? It was a monster no more staggering than one of Hojo’s experiments. It belonged in a cage. Or maybe a pod…
Green blue light edged at his vision. He saw a twisted face, glacial skin, lipless teeth. Mako. Hojo. Jenova.
Sephiroth's moment of distraction would serve only to undermine his defense, giving the Tranced Amarant all the time he could ever want to show the one-winged angel what POWER he now stood against. In the moment the white-haired swordsman grasped at his head, the warrior before him disappeared, only a soft cloud of sand remaining where his bare, sharp-toed feet had once stood! SUDDENLY, ENDLESS after-images of Amarant filled the beach around them, each one appearing as solid and firm as the beast the mercenary himself had turned into, each one closing in on Sephiroth from all directions! Millions of foot-falls would fill the air, sand being uprooted by the bucket-full, power incarnate seeming to replace the air required to breath...
Suddenly, they all disappeared in an instant as the true threat appeared before Sephiroth, a MASSIVE, sharp-nailed fist SHOOTING upwards into his stomach with enough force to BLOW the sand out from under them both away! Should Amarant's fist connect, the formerly red-headed man would follow up with a quick straight kick up into his target's jaw, aiming to send him FLYING back and should it do so... the warrior would bring his massive, demon-like hands down by his sides, fingers curing inward as a purple-hued light would collect in his palms!
Emotions surged in Amarant's heart and power followed his feelings, all focused on the one desire to make this man PAY for humilating him so!
"No... MERCY..." He would growl as he brought his hands forward, leveling them at Sephiroth! With a snort, a massive beam of darkness and purple glow EXPLODED from Amarant's palms, a former Flair ability Evolving into the much more powerful and wide-reaching Elan! In trance, his attacks grew stronger, reaching far more foes and covering a far greater area, his No-Mercy attack leveling the entire beach in front of him to an ugly, shattered glassy sheen! The wind would howl and scream around his attack as if it too rendered it pain, the earth rumbling as if protesting it's devastation as well!
...Amarant did not care... so long as it killed Sephiroth.
He forgot his situation until the first blow landed.
He caught a blur of color, a scattering of sand, and then it struck him hard below the ribs. It stole his breath and he felt the sharpened edges only barely caught by his plate armor before he was sent flying. He’d been careless. He brought his sword up before he could land, catching a kick that he redirected past his ear. The force of it unsteadied his blade. Whatever this monster was, it had gained strength as quickly as it had lost humanity.
Sephiroth thrust out his wing to balance himself in the air. His attacker, however, had already dropped to the ground. Sephiroth caught a spark of light, an acrid smell, and he knew what was coming. He pulled in his wing and dropped rapidly, throwing himself to the side on landing, but this was not the same magic as before.
His eyes widened as the air beside him charged. He couldn’t move fast enough.
Whatever his attacker had been while maintaining a human face was nothing compared to this. The magic caught him even as he pushed himself to its edges. Flare. It wasn’t the same, but that was all his only point of comparison. The air supercharged. The light came blinding. He saw it erupt in bursts from the point where he’d been then expanding outwards in both directions. Caught on the edge, the force rocked him and thrust him away from the blast.
The impact struck him with a bomb’s force, and in that moment, something clicked within him. Something clear and forceful and driven by instinct. His eyes caught on the monster as though in slow motion. Whatever it was, it had long ago gone twisted and feral.
His eyes narrowed. He would put it down.
His wing thrust out in an instinct and he slowed with pinpoint precision, twisting until his boots caught on a tree at the beach’s edge. He propelled himself off of it, his winged flight keeping him on a bullet’s path towards his target, sword outstretched. He raised a hand and shot another round of thunder towards the monster before he was on him, striking with a perfect Octaslash. He thrust one sword stroke at his target’s legs to fling it into the air before launching himself up after it. He sent another flurry of six swings before finishing with a downward thrust into the sand. He didn’t temper his blows. There was no use for the blunt edge of his blade.
Sephiroth wouldn’t relent until the threat was neutralized.
Oh, the dark satisfaction that filled Amarant as he sent Sephiroth careening into the distance, a massive blast from his hands rocketing the silver-haired foe even further. With each attack he landed on the overconfident swordsman was another gash in his pride being mended. With each attack, he stole that sense of security and composure from Sephiroth and crushed it in his massive, glowing hands, letting him feel a true sensation of helplessness. Amarant always possessed a dark, almost cruel sense of humor at times but now...? In trance...? It was down-right sadistic! Seeing his foe struggle filled the man's heart with pleasure, especially now knowing that he had an upper hand!
...It would only serve him better when he jammed his claws into Sephiroth's ribcage...
The one-winged angel wouldn't be so easily defeated, however, using the force of himself being thrown back to PLANT his feet on a FAR off tree, SHOOTING himself off of it's trunk while summoning another round of lightning! The air, already sparked with energy, hardly changed in scent and thickness, but with all of his enhanced abilities and senses, the formerly red-headed man could feel the oncoming blast of energy coming down on him like a hammer... and he waited for it. In his arrogance, Amarant watched Sephiroth and waited... DARING HIM TO...
*BOOM*
The world around the mercenary EXPLODED with energy, sand exploding outward in a massive dust cloud... before it ALL BEING BRUSHED AWAY by the massive hand of the Tranced Amarant! Smoke rose off of his dark, purple flesh, energy crackling across his broad, thick shoulders... but not a burn nor scratch seemed to have marred his skin! However, Sephiroth either didn't plan on this lightning bolt damaging him or was intending to finish him with THIS move fore he was IN Amarant's face before he could react, even now! A quick upward SLICE cut at the mercenary's legs, taking them out from under him and sending him SPIRALLING into the air... but a blade once sharp only bluntly SLAMMED into his skin now!
Six heavy blows BLASTED into Amarant from various angles, the tranced warrior either unable... or unwilling to defend himself as the long, thin blade lashed against his back and chest! Sephiroth LUNGED above him, pointing his blade down at his chest in preparation for a thrust... Before TWO massive hands shot out, grabbing the sword, edge and all! If one could see within his palms... soft dribbles of blood would roll down between his fingers, but the warrior showed very little signs of even being disturbed! With a loud GRUNT, Amarant would WHIRL around in the air, sword (and hopefully Sephiroth by extension) in tow, and HURL him back towards the ground, the purple-skinned monster SHOOTING down right after him! Within each hand cupped a dark hole... a Demi-Shock unlike anything ever seen by this guy, by Necron or by that fool Zidane! Darkness snaked around the mercenary's arm and between his fingers as he lifted those hands above his head... and BRINGING them down upon his foe and the sandy earth between them!
...It was as if a bomb of nothing had exploded in the world... No noise... not even with the falling of sand... a huge HOLE in reality RIPPED apart as DARKNESS consumed everything in sight! Several meters in diameter, Amarant stood in the center as he generated such a force, his eyes but two sinister glints of light within the all consuming abyss of gravity! Bite after Bite of the beach did the Demi-shock consume, water, sand, glass, impudent soldiers alike! Slowly, Amarant would walk out of the darkness, a hand on his neck, cracking it as if to insult the efforts of his foe, Sephiroth, a cocky smirk across his now ogre-ish features.
His attacker was resistant to swordstrikes. That much was obvious as soon as his first blow landed. His blade cut through as though striking stone -- something he could shatter with enough power, but he wasn’t likely to draw blood. No. He needed blunt force, misdirection, and perhaps magic.
The man grabbed his sword.
The masamune was sharpened to a hair’s edge, but the twisted monster in front of him was far too feral to care. It gripped his blade tightly enough to stop him in midair (it must have sliced halfway through its palms -- even with its resistance) before spiraling itself around for momentum. Sephiroth dropped his blade immediately, flitting back through the air without need for force. His body acted on its own. In the air, the advantage was his.
His masamune flew from the man’s grip. Sephiroth noted it from the corner of his eye as it landed with a splash in the shallow water of the surf. Without it, he lost his finesse and power, but the tradeoff was worth avoiding the blow that came next. Its momentum was unstoppable -- careless. It swung its arms down at the spot where Sephiroth would have been and barreled to the ground even as its fists met nothing but air. Sephiroth raised a hand and dodged back to increase the space between them.
He had lost his sword, but he was not powerless. He called on the four materia embedded into his armor and closed his fist. The air stilled, cracked, and then froze solid as blocks of ice engulfed the point where the man had landed and burst in a line down the sand. Ice -- Mastered, All. He threw himself to the side as soon as the spell was cast both to dodge any other ranged energy blasts and to position himself closer to his sword.
As soon as his materia charged again, he raised a hand and drew orange-red light to his palm. Fire -- Mastered, All. There was a spark like ignited propane before the space below him burst into blue-white flames with the force of an explosion. The heat was suffocating even from above, but Sephiroth didn’t waste time hovering. The light was blinding -- the fire nearly opaque. With the sight between them lost, he took the opening to dodge closer to his sword and then shoot straight down into the surf.
The water was scalding. Sephiroth’s jaw set as it seared against his leather gloves, and still, he willed himself to grasp the sword’s hilt before he shot into the air again. For the briefest of moments, he was vulnerable, but under the cover of the flames, the risk had been minimized.
His opponent was not aerially inclined. Its gravity well had a short range, its energy blast had a split-second warmup time, and with his sword back in hand, any attempts to close the distance would yield to his advantage. If he could maintain his height and keep mobile, his magic would take care of the rest.
His lips flickered with a smirk. All his practice, and it was pure survival instinct that had him skyborn. There was nothing more valuable than field experience.
It was true, Amarant did not possess the same sort of areal maneuverability that Sephiroth had inherently. His agility and almost ape-like form granted him great movement options in forests and temples, allowing him to climb and spring off surfaces with great ease and finesse... but ultimately, he WAS a ground creature, a ground creature with VERY limited areal abilities! Throughtout his travels, he had learned the ability to levitate, to stay JUST off the surface of the ground in order to avoid certain kinds of magics and abilities... but that wasn't going to help him here and now! The almost feral Amarant glared across the waters towards his flying foe.... BEFORE SUDDENLY SLAMMING INTO SOMETHING! A MASSIVE pillar of ice SHOT up from the salty waters, SLAMMING SQUARE into Amarant's spine from below as if trying to impale him! Several more ARCHED up around the area, the atmosphere so cold, it could even frost over the ocean itself! The force of so many ice-pillars SLAMMING into the Tranced warrior was enough to send Amarant FLYING back into the beach, but the freezing temperature FOLLOWED in an exact and straight line, encasing the man before he could even attempt a counter attack!
Even through his muffled, icy prison, the world fell quiet... too quiet... as if everything that had been living around here before had fled in terror... Even with something like this, he should've been able to hear something! Any-
BOOM!
A human-sided ball of flames BURST out from the MASSIVE explosion Sephiroth had conjured, falling back into the water... where the temperatures were not much cooler! The flames Sephiroth brought forth were hot enough to scorch even it's polar opposite, Amarant's trance not strong enough to protect him from the boiling, bubbling, seering bites of the ocean tearing at his skin! Even so, the flames he had been covered in went out at least, Amarant seeming to disappear beneath the depths...
As the flames flickered lower, Sephiroth eyed the space below with a hawk’s precision. His target had vanished. Or perhaps been obliterated? It seemed that magic had been the proper course of action.
Sephiroth waited a moment longer before he let his guard slip and lowered himself back to the ground. The sand shifted beneath his feet, warming his boots as the flames sputtered around him. He scanned the beach for signs of a body or even a scorch mark. He found nothing. Perhaps the melted ice had washed away the ash. Perhaps his target had survived.
His lips twitched into a frown. His fingers itched to have ended the battle by his own blade. Without proof of the creature’s demise, he had no guarantees that it would not strike again. Whether that was now or in some future pursuit, it left him unaware and vulnerable. With a possible enemy at play, he would have to remain vigilant for any attempted assassinations.
Sephiroth waited for evidence of hostile movement before he shifted his blade forward and slid it into its sheath. He would have preferred more time in his meditations, but he would have to cut it short. This space was no longer safe to lower his guard. He would scout the area for a new one.
Sephiroth glanced once to the water before he turned and started back towards the underbrush. Genesis would have flown, but without his previous rush of adrenaline, Sephiroth doubted he could manage it. He counted his prowess as a victory no matter how temporary. In that way, he supposed he should have considered the feral creature an aid. While its transformation had taken him by surprise, the encounter had proven short and decisive.
In the end, it had been only a momentary distraction.
