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Ultimecia laughed as she continued her circle of the SeeD. "SeeD. SeeD. SeeD." she said evading his swipes as easily as she would have if she had slowed him down purposefully. "There in your eyes in your scent. That's what I want." Ultimecia's orbed hands struck out against his blade to deflect an attack as she continued to talk. "Fear. Anguish.To the point it breaks you. When I'm done with you, you will beg for death." Ultimecia flashed to and fro as the cacophony of screams rose around them. They deserved this too. They might not know witch but she knew they would fear her at once. This time she just took the step to ensure they would have no false hopes. "And when that moment comes," she said her eyes narrowed with all the hate she had ever felt, past, present, future consolidated in that glare, "I will break you eve-"
It happened too quickly to process at first. One slash, two. Ultimecia's eyes widened as she felt her chest slice open, looking down to see the blood start pooling. Three cuts, four. What? How? She finally looked up to see a silver haired swordsman blade ribboning her chest. Five. Six. Pain. A concept so unfathomable to her and yet here again her body knew it so well. Seven. "ENOUGH!" she yelled finally coming to her senses as she warped away from the man's continuous onslaught. It didn't matter who he was or what he thought he was trying to do. The only thing he would do now would be to die.
Ultimecia appeared in the sky above them a few yards away. She was in pain and the look of her said as much. She swiped the blood from her wounds and raised her talons to her face. They dripped red hot blood back on to her chest and she winced as the air stung at the wounds. This would be quick. She could tend to them later. Her eyes widened into a mad crazed look as she looked down upon the SeeD and the silver haired man. She laughed even as it pained her in fevered frenzy. She taunted flicking the blood off her talons into the street below. She spun in the air as she released a multitude of small orbs in haphazard direction before vanishing in the air.
In an instant she appeared between the two of them two large orbs ready to go as she grunted flicking her wrists in both directions. She laughed that frenzied laugh again as she coughed feeling no reprieve from her wounds. They would die, and then she would destroy this place that birthed someone so foolish. It would burn to the ground and she would make a new castle in its ashes.
Ultimecia dodged around Squall, taunting him as she vanished in place before his sword could strike. As the screams around them doubled in volume, Squall’s desperation rose. He knew he was being sloppy. He’d fought Ultimecia before several times, even if she was usually possessing someone else. He should know how she fought better than anyone. If he could just get a moment to think then he knew he could do better, but she wouldn’t allow him that as she pressed in to block one of his strikes with an orb of magic.
“There in your eyes. In your scent. That's what I want.” She looked at him with so much hate that he half expected to catch fire where he stood. He couldn’t pretend that her comments didn’t shake him a little. He’d seen enough of her cruelty to suspect that she wasn’t bluffing. Given the chance, she’d really torture him until he begged her to die. The possibility hit him full force, and he flinched back slightly, all his usual stoic responses flying out of his head. Was that really going to be his fate here? It couldn’t be.
There was a glint of silver from the rooftops behind her, but Squall was too distracted to pay it much mind. He hated the look that he knew he must have on his face, but for once, he couldn’t put up a wall on his emotions. Ultimecia pressed her advantage forward, and Squall was preparing a half-hearted defense when a splatter of blood suddenly struck him in the chest. It took him a moment to realize the blood was hers, and he stared dumbstruck at the man that had appeared behind her, his ridiculously long sword moving almost too fast to see as he slashed at the sorceress.
Ultimecia screamed out her rage as she vanished and reappeared above them, a steady stream of blood trickling from her wounds. Squall wanted to tell the stranger beside him that he might have just signed everyone’s death warrants, but one look at him told him that this wasn’t the average traveler who fumbled around with a sword. The man’s silver hair fell to past his waist, and between his ghostly pale skin, glowing green eyes with slitted pupils, and the one black wing that stretched out behind him, he looked almost as otherworldly as Ultimecia did.
Squall didn’t bother to thank the man—There was no time for that, so his eyes flitted to the man’s wing instead. If the stranger had been a woman, he would have instantly assumed that he was a sorceress for having it, but as it was, he decided to question why he had a wing later. “Does that thing work?” He asked instead, his earlier hesitation flitting away now that he had someone to work with. He couldn’t fall apart when a group was expecting him to have all the answers. “She hates me. I can keep her attention on me.”
Ultimecia’s laughter attracted Squall’s attention, and he took that as a bad sign as she sent a multitude of small orbs flying in every direction before she vanished from view. Squall lifted his gunblade, preparing to knock some of the orbs off track if they came their way, but the sorceress suddenly appeared directly in between him and the silver-haired stranger. Lunging to the side, Squall didn’t have much time to react before the large orb struck him, and he was sent flying backwards. Gritting his teeth, he managed to use his sword to propel himself to the side before the orb could crush him to the pavement, and he felt some of his skin rip as he rolled across the concrete.
Climbing to his feet, Squall hoped the stranger was uninjured enough to keep attacking while he did something beyond stupid. Taunting Ultimecia was somewhat like poking a sleeping behemoth in the eye, but he didn’t have a better plan right now. “That’s a good look for you,” he called over, gripping his gunblade in what he hoped was a casual way. “Remember our last fight? It reminds me of how you looked when you were bleeding out on your castle’s floor.” His own words were kind of sickening even if they were to someone like her, so he covered it with one of his half-smirks. He’d been told he had an unapproachable face when he did that, so he didn’t mind playing that up.
“Sure you want to keep going?” He asked, spreading his arms as if in invitation. “Looks to me like it’s going the same way for you as before.”
(Just keep your focus on me. If you think I’m just an arrogant SeeD, then that’s what I’ll be.)
He had not heard her words or her taunts. He knew only that she spoke too much and that her arrogance served as a distraction. His form came on instinct -- each sword strike as precise as the last. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven-
His last hit nothing but air. Her form was no mere illusion, and somehow she flickered between spaces faster than even his eyes could see. ’Enough.’ The air seethed with her power and her rage. Sephiroth raised his sword as he lightly back-stepped to the boy’s side.
Whoever he was, he’d already drawn their target’s ire. If he could hold his own, then they’d fight together. It would take them both to square her position.
The boy was looking at him. ”Does that thing work?” Sephiroth didn’t answer nor did he ask what he meant. Strategy was the only talk worthwhile.
”She can’t track two at once.” Or she wouldn’t have been caught by surprise. Despite her magic, she still had her own limitations. She was, in some sense, human.
Her laugh pierced between them -- wild and enraged. Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed. She had lost her sense of control. Sephiroth would not lose his.
She materialized her dark magic in spheres around her before scattering out in irregular patterns like bullets. He prepared to dodge them before he caught her in the corner of his eye. Close. The same magic sparked at her hand and he sidestepped on instinct. He felt it sear by him. He smelled the charring of leather, and then -- too late -- a crack of energy behind him. One of the scattered spheres.
It struck him like thunder. He grit his teeth against it, raising his sword in time to redirect the worst of it even as it sent him flying back. He allowed the momentum. His shoulder-blade screamed with an almost cold burn, but he forced his focus steady. He could assess his wounds once the fight had passed.
He used his wing to twist himself in the air, willing gravity to weaken as his feet hit a brick wall. He propelled himself forward, taking to the ground lightly as he side-stepped around the two, eyes sharp for her movements. She was an unpredictable target. Her spheres kept him from gaining ground.
The boy started taunting her. He raised his sword arrogantly (a bold move without his defenses) and slung words like arrows. Bleeding on the floor of a castle? He’d question when he had time.
If she hated the boy as much as he’d claimed, she wouldn’t miss the opportunity. Sephiroth darted behind her, waiting for a moment to strike. He calculated his angles, visualized his path between the spheres, and waited for her guard to lower. In a split second, he saw it and drove himself forward without hesitation.
Die. Die. Die. They would both die. She wanted to bore her talons into both of them and rip their hearts and feel as the warm blood came forth and their bodies turned to cold nothing. Their bones crushed and used as the cornerstone for her new existence as the city would raze and fall at her hand. She laughed with satisfaction as they both were sent flying as her magic connected. Squish them. Burn them. Kill them. Ultimecia had another orb growing in her hand as she tried to watch the both of them. Damn them both. The two survived her assault and she vanished to avoid any comeback attack.
She reappeared closer to the SeeD as he taunted her. "You failed," she spat popping in and out of sight once more as she appeared a hair's width away from the boy her talons wrapping around the boy's wrist in a death grip her hot breath against his ear. "You should have stayed lost in the voids of time," she taunted laughing spraying his cheek with her blood as she coughed. End him. End him. Stomp the seed. Ultimecia raised her hand to strike, but felt the sliver of cold steel against her back and she screamed in pain and range. The swordsman. She turned to look over her shoulder but for a moment her eyes filled with fire as she blinked away letting go of the SeeD.
Laughter filled the air before her person did. Blood flowed from her wounds like a fountain, and her eyes were widen and feral. No more games. No more taunts. She needed to end them now. There was no time. If she were to survive she needed to use all the power she had. "Griever, junction unto me," she called out to void. Yet nothing happened. "WHAT?" she screamed as the dark lion did not appear unto her. She blinked again. No. No. No. She would not die here. She had to retreat. Tend to her wounds. But no they would die first
Ultimecia rose her hands into the sky looking upon them. She would use the last of her energy for this cause. "Let this Maelstrom be your doom." The tendrils of darkness gathered around her hands into an orb larger than the others. She sent the monstrous spell their way before flitting into the ether. She would need to cloister the SeeD alone it seemed. And she vowed her revenge on the silver haired swordsman as well wishing to have his hair stained with his own blood.
Squall’s taunts seemed to at least succeed in grabbing Ultimecia’s attention as she chose to warp after him rather than the silver-haired stranger. She spat at him that he had failed in their last encounter, which he wanted to argue, but her entire presence in Zephon suggested that he really had failed. Still, Squall couldn’t dwell on that now. She was no longer toying with them. She was out for blood. The second that he lowered his guard against the sorceress would likely be his last.
Trying to keep her attention on him, Squall tossed a Thunder spell at her just before she vanished from sight again. Gripping his gunblade, he let his eyes dart around as he tried to place where she would show up again when she was suddenly right there in his face. She grabbed his wrist before he could react, and her talons dug harshly into the skin there to hold him in place as she leaned in further. Her breath was hot on his ear as she taunted him, and his stomach rolled as he tried to get his body to cooperate in shoving her off him. Too close. She was too close, and while he knew that physical strength was the one area where he had her beat, this wasn’t something that he was prepared to deal with. Dimly, he was aware that his wrist hurt and that blood was dripping from both the fresh scratches there and from his cheek where she’d coughed on him, but his breathing had slowed to a whistle and and his vision had narrowed until he couldn’t focus on anything else. Just her.
Ultimecia raised her hand to strike, and Squall tried to get his sluggish body to respond when she suddenly screamed in pain as the silver-haired man made his move and slashed at her from behind. In a flash, she was gone again and Squall stumbled forward, breathing heavily as he looked down at the gouges in his wrist.
(You pretend like you can still do this alone, but you can’t anymore. That’s why you froze).
Feeling disgusted with himself, Squall glanced at the man next to him, trying to find the words to thank him, but none came, so instead he turned away and raised his sword again as Ultimecia laughed from the air.
“Griever, junction unto me.”
Squall’s eyes widened at the words that he’d dreaded the most. The mythical winged lion that he’d always looked up to when he needed to get stronger. She meant to twist that knife into his spine again?
“Shit! She can’t.” That was all the warning that he managed to give the silver-haired man before Squall was running towards her in a full out assault. Now was the time for their final stand. Torensten would never survive both her and Griever. Maybe not even the world would.
Squall launched himself as high in the air as he could, readying his best magic since he knew his sword would fall short, but it didn’t seem to be necessary as she stumbled back in anger. She couldn’t do it. Griever wasn’t coming. Squall let out a breath as he landed and he tried to take that in. Griever wasn’t coming.
His relief was short-lived when Ultimecia lifted her hands, and the sky began to darken under the size of the magical orb that she gathered. Squall tensed in place as it continued to grow in size, and he took a split second to cast Shell on both himself and the stranger before Ultimecia threw it and flickered out of sight.
As the gargantuan spell fell towards them, Squall held his ground for a few seconds as he tried to think of a way to block it, but in the end, he was forced to sprint for his life down a side street. Rinoa could have stopped it maybe. But on his own, Squall couldn’t do anything but let it hit the square.
(Coward).
The spell hit the ground with an earth-shattering shake, and Squall was nearly thrown off his feet as he turned to watch the destruction unfold. The screams earlier had been hard to hear, but the silence after the spell hit was devastating.
Squall struck the side of his fist against a nearby wall, keeping it there and glancing to the side as his thoughts raced a mile a minute. Ultimecia was still out there. It was his responsibility to find her, but he had been stupid to think that he could get by on Zephon on his own. He needed Rinoa. He needed all of them.
Sephiroth felt the resistance of flesh and magic, saw her blood, and then their eyes connected. Sharp blue on fiery yellow. She disappeared.
Laughter crackled above them like lightning. Sephiroth raised his sword defensively and thrust himself back again, careful to dodge any of her remaining orbs as he regrouped with the boy. There was nothing to say between them, and as she blinked back into view, two blades rose to her in unison.
She gathered magic to herself crying out something that made the boy tense. Sephiroth glanced towards him, taking a step back to manage whatever was about to come. The boy knew her well, it seemed, but he wasn’t keen on sharing his intelligence. Instead, he cursed and launched himself into the air (not particularly well) as Sephiroth prepared to cover the ground or him or whatever else needed it. As it turned out, nothing did.
Sephiroth smirked and readied his blade. The boy might have had a disadvantage in the air, but he didn’t. He willed himself lighter and threw himself upwards, angling his wing for balance as he used the nearby streetlamp for footing then a building’s edge before rocketing towards her. Dark power gathered around her in a chilling mist. She was casting which would leave her open to attack. If he could only reach her in time…
Sephiroth slowed his momentum, righted himself, visualized his strike, and then magic burst from her in shockwaves of black and violet. His eyes widened. He had time for nothing else.
It enveloped him in a caustic fog that knocked him out of the air, gasping for breath. He hit the ground hard, rolling on instinct as he clutched at his throat and squinted through the darkness that enveloped him. Where was she? He raised his head to see her flicker from sight once again. Would she strike while he was weak? He grit his teeth and forced himself upright, leaning on his sword to keep himself from staggering.
As quickly as it had come, it ended. Sephiroth steadied himself with a single breath before whipping around, eyeing what had been his blind spots as he backed cautiously towards the square. She was nowhere to be found. Had she not taken the opportunity to finish them? Her magic had been a distraction and nothing more.
Sephiroth fell to one knee, wincing. Her spell had drained him. He’d never felt anything like it (perhaps Demi?) and that disturbed him more than anything else. The lives taken here were only the beginning.
He braced himself, called for the materia in his blade, and cast Curaga. The healing spell invigorated him, but he still felt somehow slower. Weaker. Sephiroth held his sword in front of him, testing its weight.
”What was she?” He idly watched the edge of his blade. It was still stained with her blood. Was she human or merely something close?
Far away came the sound groans and lamenting cries. Civilian casualties. He flicked the blood off his sword and sheathed it. The battle was over. Now came the aftermath.
