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[attr="class","momoPNotes"] My foes [break] They can't destroy my body
[attr="class","momoPBody"] Sephiroth's speed and strength repelled Asael's attack with ease, which was unsettling for the clone. He had even pushed Asael so far back across that he nearly hit the wall on the opposite side. Once he recovered, the clone made an audible growl, knowing now that this would be more difficult than he had anticipated. Regardless, Asael was aware that he had to go through with this commitment. [break][break] "Do I know you?" Sephiroth asked with a smug expression on his face. Asael hated having to look at it and it only made his hatred burn hotter. He was prepared to give a response, but noises from outside of the building cught his attention. Vehicles approached from the streets, a helicopter flew overhead, and even the sounds of boots around and on top of the building were heard. It was a trap. [break][break] The windows shattered as the room filled with smoke. Three men entered, each fitted with tactical equipment and weapons ready to eliminate the threats inside. Then a secondary device entered. The smell of the fuel-bomb was immediately detected before its detonation, giving Asael a split second to raise his arms to defend himself from the blast. It helped, but the situation now became more complex. [break][break] The clone's body was sent through the door and out onto the street from the explosion. His boots skid across the pavement outside, though he managed to maintain his footing and not fall over. Anger began to overtake the clone now. All he wanted was to kill Sephiroth, nothing more. Cissnei was seen as a valuable asset to him, but now her betrayal changed this view. If the blast had not killed her, he would be sure to end her life himself when this mess cleared up. [break][break] "There!" a guard shouted. Asael found himself outside, surrounded by a dozen more armed men, each ready to take him dead or alive. He had refrained from killing the local law enforcement personnel due to how it may make his hunt in the city more difficult. However, the fact that they now stood in his way made them his enemy. And Asael would be more than obliged to make them suffer for their intrusion. [break][break] "Fire!" The shots from the firearms rang out on the streets, all towards the silver haired swordsman. [break][break] Breaking his attention away from Sephiroth for the moment, Asael quickly used his Mirror Image technique, leaving behind a fuzzied haze that partially resembled himself from his last position. Meanwhile, the true Asael leaped up onto an armored transportation vehicle and gave a swift kick to the side of the gunner's skull. His limp unconscious body fell inside, leaving the machine gun unmanned. As the others noticed his new position, they turned and fired once more, only to find another false haze of their target left behind yet again. [break][break] Rather than leap to a new position like last time, Asael decided to rush them head on. He darted towards the men at a blinding speed, keeping his body crouched low enough to avoid the spray of bullets that were going towards the elevated roof of the vehicle. In a flash, he passed by each of the guards and delivered a flurry of quick strikes with his blade. His precise strikes cut through their weapons and armor like butter, leaving hair thin incisions on all equipment and bodies alike. [break][break] One by one, he was bounding between the men. Their gunfire became more sporadic as the scene unfolded into chaos. Their shots were no longer concentrated to a single area, but instead spread around the vicinity at anything that looked like the speedy clone. Stray bullets hit civilian vehicles and buildings due to Asael being too fast for them to keep up with. Finally, the last man fell and the streets grew quiet. Blood gushed from the bodies of the deceased. A few survived the initial wounds, but it was unlikely that they'd receive medical aid before bleeding out. It was a massacre, one that was brought on by that woman's foolishness to put others into Asael's path. [break][break] Although he had only momentarily focused on the men outside, it was likely that Sephiroth was dealing with the others. The opposing force in Asael's way had been decimated, but he needed to deal with Sephiroth before the reinforcements brought more of these meat bags to the area.
Sephiroth had expected as much, but he hadn’t expected the scale. Despite his caution, he had believed the Turk’s claims of desolation. They were all lost here -- or so he’d thought. He heard boots hitting pavement. Helicopters. The rolling wheels of an armored truck. His eyes shot to the window.
His retaliation could wait. If his calculations were correct, they’d be under attack in-
He dodged to the side as windows shattered and the shadows of gunmen took their place. Metal clicked against the floor, and smoke billowed forward in plumes. Predictable. He raised an arm over his mouth, eyes darting from door to window to wall as he waited for the follow-up, an escape route, the next attack.
A mechanism clicked. There was the distant rush of a propeller jet. Sephiroth’s eyes sharpened and he dashed forward on instinct as metal rolled across the floor, red light blinking through the haze. Four, three, two, one.
Sephiroth swung his sword and shattered the window in a shower of glass and drywall dust, thrusting himself through the space as the bomb struck and a shockwave of fire rushed behind him. He felt the heat on his boots. He landed, rolling on the asphalt until he’d righted himself on one knee. A smell like burning tar rushed to meet him as did the barrels of fourteen assault rifles.
Sephiroth stilled, head down and hand ready at his sword. These men were not ShinRa. They were dressed in sleek white. Their stance betrayed them as local enforcement. Sub-military. Sephiroth smirked. They fired.
He launched himself into the air, wing outstretched. The bullets sprayed beneath him, piercing the building’s walls. Their aim drifted upwards, but not in time. He descended like a vengeful hawk -- precise and without mercy. He took out four in a single swipe. His sword cut through bone, flesh, blood. He landed lightly, dodging between their aim as he rushed forward, calculating each step. When the range was cleared, he thrust himself upwards and slashed below him once, twice, three times in rapid succession. That was enough.
A flash of metal cut past him like a torpedo. Sephiroth sidestepped it easily, propelling himself up again as fire burst below him. Artillery. His eyes darted from the flames to crunch of armored tires. The vehicle was military-grade with armored panels and a heavy frame, and mounted at the top was a launcher already resettling its aim. Sephiroth gave a hum of laughter as he descended upon it, sword at the ready. It ripped easily through the solid metal. He felt its resistance, cut through, and then thrust a hand forward. His materia reacted, and fire burst from his palm. He was back in the air before the fuel tank could catch. The explosion that followed was far greater than any grenade.
The scene was set in chaos. What had once seemed one-sided had quickly turned the tides. From the other side of the building, he heard screams, gunfire, and the splatter of blood. Whoever had come for him was dealing no worse than he had. Sephiroth paused. He knew it would be more advantageous to take advantage of the situation and retreat. He had no business with his assailant, and the hostile attention would gain him nothing. And yet…
His eyes locked on a helicopter hovering over the scene. Turks. Cissnei had lured him here for a reason, and she had not worked alone. The local gunmen were no threat. The swordsman meant nothing, but the Turks…
He landed lightly, rushing along a rooftop until he was in range. He threw himself upward, sword drawn, and cut the helicopter in half. His blade slashed between the whirring propellers, and they were sent kareening away with a metallic screech into walls, street, people. His feet touched at the wreckage as it fell, and he launched himself from the metal, jumping back to the roof’s edge. His eyes scanned the scene below for the telltale glimpse of black suits.
Cissnei was slowly starting to stand as the two swordsman were distracted with each other. She did not betray a glance upward as smoke began to fill the room. Soon Cissnei’s PHS would chime and she would see the message, before placing it back in her pocket. This gave her enough cover to make her way to the door. To expediate the process, one of the special operations men quickly seized her arm and made it the rest of the way with her. She eyed the package Asael dropped on the ground. Well, it would be a shame to let it go to waste. By the time they made it to the exit, she summoned the magic from her barrier materia. She drew on the deeper magics to cast wall on herself. There was a glimmer of soft blue that flickered about her before fading.
Slowly, the man opened the door to look out at the mass of paramilitary standing outside. Cissnei raised her hands up to show them she was not the enemy. But as she did so, she could smell the grease popped into the room by Umbrella. Cissnei’s thoughts were, ‘Oh, Umbrella…too much…too much….’ She wasn’t supposed to blow up the tactical team too. Oh well. She would have a talking to her later. Even though she found Umbrella’s tactics endearing and effective, Umbrella did not discriminate between the good or the bad guy. It was still something that Cissnei was trying to teach her.
A ladder was dropped down beside Cissnei and she climbed onto it to escape the chaos below. As the airship lifted into the sky Cissnei could hear the explosion of her old agency. Well, she could try a second time. The aftershock of the explosion caused the rope ladder to sway violently and Cissnei held on to it for dear life. When it stabilized out, she could see the mess Asael and Sephiroth was making. Some of the stray bullets for Sephiroth, skimmed her flesh. Her poor jacket. She redoubled her effort to make the climb upward to the deck of the ship. Men pulled her into the ship, and she snatched one of the comm’s off their ears.
“Pull back. Those who are injured should be triaged. Medical staff should be nearby. Possible regroup outside Sonora’s walls.” That was really where Cissnei wanted these men to end up. Outside of her safe haven.
She swallowed hard as she saw Sephiroth cut through the helicopter where she suspected Umbrella was. She ran to the exit of the airship and leaned out in surprise, but she dare not betray Umbrella’s name. She had to trust Umbrella did her part and was still alive. Instead, she watched Sephiroth skimming the area. She began to wonder what he was looking for as she armed a rocket launcher with her eyes trained on him. Asael was not hard to spot in this mess. No…he was looking for her.
She had a plan.
“Maneuver the ship to the outer wall, but quickly.” If Sephiroth wanted her…and Asael wanted Sephiroth... Maybe they could play a game of follow the leader. The outer wall was not far, and most citizens had been evacuated out of this sector.
She gave a sharp inhale of breath and held on to the handle next to the door. She shouted as loudly as she could, “Hey! Looking for me?!” And if that was not enough to get his attention, Cissnei reached out a hand to cast gravity. She could have surprised Sephiroth and used the magic in an attempt to crush him. Instead, she maneuvered the spell to tug him slightly out the way as she shouldered the rocket launcher. He was in her way and she had to move him to get to her target. She aimed at Asael. The projectile launched in his direction, and if it didn’t kill him, it would certainly get his attention.
And if Sephiroth turned to look at her, she would meet his gaze again and provide a slight shrug as an apology and reached out a hand as if to maybe assist him on board.
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] My foes [break] They can't destroy my body
[attr="class","momoPBody"] With the ground forces incapacitated, Asael leaped towards the top of a nearby apartment building in order to locate Sephiroth’s position. Cissnei had fled the scene early, leaving some hope in Asael that she wouldn’t get in his way again. He was wrong.
[break][break] At the top, the clone could see that Sephiroth was also having his own fun with the converging forces. Bodies littered the area in the distance, and the helicopter that initiated the assault was cleaved in half in a spectacular display of power. If he wasn’t seething with hatred, Asael may have been impressed with the show of force. However, he still had a kill to claim. One that was much more important than the pawns he already dispatched.
[break][break] Before he could move in on his target, an obscure blast caught the swordsman’s attention. From the back of a distant airship, a rocket was launched in his direction. And who else would try to turn Asael into a target of opportunity than that damned woman, Cissnei. The rocket itself was not very large, as it was only designed to be an anti-armored projectile. Still, it would do considerable damage to an individual if suffering a direct hit. Asael would not allow this to happen.
[break][break] “Tch.”
[break][break] A streak of smoke trailed behind the warhead as it rushed towards the silver haired assassin. But before reaching its intended target, Asael drew his blade and cut through it in an upward motion. The rocket was sliced in half from the precise strike, which created such a hair thin incision that the explosive inside didn’t even detonate from the counter-attack. Instead, the two halves veered in opposite directions away from each side of the swordsman and into a pair of buildings across the street. The structures trembled as the sides that suffered from the impact crumbled. They were only more collateral damage from Asael’s crusade.
[break][break] Having repelled Cissnei's attack, Asael turned to rush across the rooftops towards Sephiroth’s position before anything else could be thrown at him. When he finally did reach his targeted location, Asael halted on the opposite end of the Sephiroth’s roof. The clone’s blade was already back in its scabbard again, a key trait to his Iaido fighting style. However, his hand remained on the hilt of his weapon, prepared to strike again at any moment. He had no words for the other swordsman, only a face painted in animosity. Sephiroth likely had questions. He could ask them in the afterlife.
"Let's see...how do you get this thing to work again?...ugh...this is why I prefer shotguns...just pull the trigger and blast the enemy's face off...none of this "targeting system" nonsense..."
Freyra sits quietly in a hovercraft in the skied above Sonora, fiddling with the controls of a miniature missile launcher. For all her skill as hunter and kicker of ass, she was kinda bad with technology. Not enough to where she wasn't able to do her job, but enough that things like this tended to give her some trouble. Of course, this was a request from her beloved Cissnei, so there was no way she could turn it down, but she still would have preferred just walking up to this Asael asshole and simply blasting him with her shotgun. Much easier than dealing with this annoying contraption. Even if it was admittedly kinda cool-looking.
She found herself thinking back to when Cissnei first asked her to help her with this, and proceeded to inform her that Sephiroth would be involved, but was not their primary target. Freyra couldn't help but do a bit of a double-take when she heard this, especially since her most recent memory of him was when he was seemingly killed by some random Shinra grunt in the Nibelheim incident. Admittedly, she didn't know the entire story of what happened on that day, but she clearly remembered Sephiroth dying. So to hear Cissnei speak about him so casually kinda threw her for a loop.
Of course, it didn't take long for Freyra to remember that this world was very strange. She was pulled into it at a point in time within their own world much sooner than both Cissnei and Emma, so it was likely that Sephiroth was likewise pulled in from a point in time that preceded his apparent demise. Either way, while she wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea of working with Sephiroth, given what he'd done, she got over the initial shock fairly quickly. She resumed fiddling with the missile launcher, until she suddenly got a "locked onto target" alert. And it promptly displayed Cissnei on the small targeting screen.
"Shit...no no no that's not who I want to shoot! Goddamn stupid piece of junk!"
After a long and colorful string of swears and insults directed at the machine, she let out a sigh of relief as she managed to abort the process of accidentally blasting her teammate into oblivion. She then remembered just enough of what she'd accidentally done to properly set the target to the actual target, Asael, as he came into her view. With a grin, she waits for the right time to strike, and pulls the trigger on the machine. Should he look up, he'd find himself face-to-face with a barrage of small-but-powerful missiles, most of which were aimed directly at him and rapidly flying through the air at him.
A few of them may or may not have strayed from their intended path and gone after Sephiroth. She didn't mean for that to happen, but she'd be lying if she said it didn't amuse her.
Sephiroth’s eyes locked on a helicopter on the perimeter of the chaos. Surely enough, a familiar face called from its open doors, and Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed. In that split second, he noticed three things at once. First that Cissnei had taken damage, second that she’d holstered a rocket launcher, and third that her hand gleamed with the light of materia.
He didn’t have time to avoid the spell. Even as he shouldered himself sideways, he felt it erupt around him -- crushing, pulling -- gravity. He grit his teeth, preparing himself for its familiar drain when suddenly he was jerked off balance and sent stumbling towards the roof’s edge. He caught a metallic glint in the space he’d left behind. The rocket. Sephiroth’s eyes pricked with confusion as he quick stepped to regain his balance, arms half raised at his sides.
The spell had done no damage. He could have easily dodged the missile on his own, and a Turk would have certainly known that. Which meant that the spell had an ulterior motive. It was a message. You are not our target.
Sephiroth straightened and shot the helicopter a cool look. Cissnei returned it with an apologetic one of her own. He had never been fond of Turks.
The missile was ineffective. He heard the rip of metal and saw the pieces split in two. It didn’t erupt, but fell aside like an almond shell. The swordsman didn’t wait for the debris to fall before he was charging forward, sword outstretched. He had eyes only for Sephiroth. Sephiroth waited, sword ready and all too aware of the helicopter’s movements. Now that he was drawn in the open, their strikes wouldn’t hesitate. They’d wait until the swordsman was distracted.
The swordsman said nothing as he landed easily on the rooftop. Sephiroth returned the silence. The man sheathed his blade. He kept his hand ready for a defensive counter -- one which Sephiroth did not provoke.
Sephiroth had the upper hand in skill, terrain, and support. He smirked faintly. If his assailant wished for his blood then he would have to land the first strike.
He wasn’t surprised by the burst of machine gun fire. He dodged back on instinct, body twisting to narrow the target for any stray bullets. It was suppressive. In seconds, his assailant would emerge from the haze -- distracted, hostile, perhaps injured. Sephiroth calculated his tactics instantaneously.
The swordsman used a standard blade -- close range. Clearing the distance would interfere with air support. His masamune should be used at mid-range and only defensively. For offense, it was optimal to avoid direct confrontation. Which meant…
Sephiroth struck the ground between them, shattering roof tile and wooden dust from the wreckage aimed directly into his line of sight. He lightened himself in the same motion, dodging back farther with his hand and wing outstretched. He willed forward the familiar heat of his materia. It pulsed from his palm in a flash of light and a binding sigil.
He muttered the word in a quiet command. ”Thundaga.”
Light erupted from the space he’d left behind, cracking in blinding bursts that set his hair on end. It wasn’t precise -- but the area of effect would be hard to avoid. As his magic splintered across the sky, he couldn’t help but smirk. The Turks were not his target, but he found that he didn’t particularly care about their safety. If they had no concern for friendly fire then why shouldn’t he return the favor?
Of the many problems that Umbrella had prepared for here, she had never thought that someone cutting the helicopter she had gainsayed on would be one. Particularly as once she's on board and going for the attached Very Large Gun? That overly large sword of Sephiroth's sliced through vehicle, gun, and pilot alike. With a leap, Umbrella all but flattened herself to the top of the chopper, a slash across her borrowed armor sending the stuff to shreds as well as a light fleck of crimson. As gravity began to assert itself and the vehicle fell apart? She had a choice to make.
Fall and try to not die? Even for a Turk, that was a bit of a proposition up /this/ high! No, she'd need some help here. Luckily like a good Turk, she had a bit of help on her!
Tossing off the remains of that armor, far lighter with her suit, Umbrella pulled something gun-like out of a pocket. KA-THOONK! She fired off the 'gun', a strong line of fabrics and steel connected to it slam into a building's side. She pulled the trigger again, and began to rocket towards safety that's mostly /not/ downwards.
Too bad Sephiroth's sword had cut just enough through her ace in the hole that the line started to fray, and then SNAP!
Umbella's eyes went wide. Gravity began to take hold as she rocketed towards her death either on the street, or on the side of a building uncontrollably. Up went her namesake, and she unfolded it. It was enough to slow her down, but...well.
Cue some very, very frantic typing on her PHS.
'The raven's wings are clipped!'
There was a vaguely Turk-like figure with greasy hair falling far too fast. Her usually robot-like mien had a rather calm look of terror about it.
She at least had put on her sunglasses. If she was going to die falling like an edgey Marry Poppins, she would at least die looking cool.
Seeing that Sephiroth absorbed her message, or so it appeared, she purposely left his gaze and looked to the wall in a discreet message of where her end goal was for this event. However, she could not tell if he noticed or not. Everything was moving too fast. It made her wish the fast-thinking and fast-acting Tseng was here. She was not fit to even to attempt to fill his shoes.
Her gaze turned back to where Asael was. She had difficulty keeping track of Asael’s movement, especially when smoke filled the air as buildings took damage from the impact of the split rocket. Yet, when she looked back to Sephiroth, there Asael was amidst the smoke. Asael made a mess. But, Sephiroth could make far more of a mess. Freyra was also going to show even more how much of a mess Turks could make as she pulled through as well.
And…well... Sephiroth seemed to have caught on to the fact that Turks were not particularly careful of his safety by returning the favor. Her helicopter rocked and she held on to the side door to not fall out, but as she did so, she got a visual on the falling Umbrella. “Hold it steady.” She demanded the pilot via her headset. All she could do was trust he would. She took her own grappling hook gun off her belt and clipped one edge to the hook on the helicopter door. She held the gun in her other hand and slipped on the wrist strap for it. This was going to hurt. Maybe break a wrist…. What did it matter? Her fingers were already slightly numb from the residual electricity.
She dove out of helicopter allowing the cord to release from the gun. She narrowed herself straight down to where Umbrella would be and then tightened the line as it ground to a halt, she opened her body up to take the catch and she felt Umbrella pommel right into her. Cissnei let out a small, ‘Ooof’. She clamped her free arm under Umbrella’s and slid her calf to latch on to the back of Umbrella’s leg. Luckily Umbrella was petite and made Cissnei wonder if the girl had any meat on her bones. If this was Rude….oh boy. That would be a different story. “I got you.”
She gritted her teeth as she now dealt with the extra weight. And though the momentum slowed she still smacked into the wall, acting as a cushion for Umbrella. It took a second for her to shake off the impact and make her fingers work to find the button on the gun to pull her back up. The pilot seemed to have noticed the risky maneuver lifted the helicopter a little higher and helped them over a rooftop. Cissnei lowered Umbrella to the rooftop. “You did good.” Cissnei knew she would. “Are you okay? Perhaps its best for you to retreat for now. EMS is staged not too far from here.” Cissnei was concerned, but their target was still at large. Another rope ladder was dropped for Cissnei and she took hold of one side of it, while looking at Umbrella. “I think the situation will be wrapped up soon. I’ll meet up with you later.” Even if this did not unfold the way she expected because of varying factors, she was trusting her knowledge in Sephiroth's strength. The least she could do was act as support. Cissnei began this mess and she had to be sure to also be there for the cleanup. "Here. A little something until medical staff can see you." She reached into her pocket for the Lakshmi and placing a hand on Umbrella's shoulder, she transferred some its healing magic to her. A soft glow emanated from her packet and seemed to fill Umbrella with warm energy.
[attr="class","momoPNotes"] My foes [break] They can't destroy my body
[attr="class","momoPBody"] Asael had come face to face with Sephiroth once more. The sensation of excitement was almost unbearable, which luckily kept that unexplained 'pull' from the Jenova cells in check. As before, he was ready to initiate this fight and put an end to the nightmares that haunted him. But yet again, those pesky Turks would not let him have this. [break][break] Another blast in the distance boomed across the area. From the corner of his eyes, the swordsman could see the back-blast of yet another rocket being fired in his direction, except this time it was a small cluster of them. The warheads had a smaller payload but were much more numerous, which meant he could not use the same tactic as last time. Instead, it would be much easier to evade them. Like he had previously done down on the streets, the clone, used his Mirror Image once more, leaving that hazy after-image behind as he leaped up into the air to avoid the explosive impact. it seemed to be enough to lure the smaller sockets in and severely damage the rooftop he previously stood upon. [break][break] However, before he could land to regain his footing, Sephiroth took the initiative to attack his vulnerable assailant. The hair on Asael's neck stood up as the Thundaga spell was cast. he could feel the approaching electrical current, much like he did in his confrontation with Somnus. Fortunately for him, Asael was familiar enough with the signs of oncoming magic that he raised a hand to draw in the energy from the air around him. A barrier formed between himself and the spell, which took the full impact of the magic attack. Despite being protected, however, the barrier shattered like glass after the attack ended. It was an ability that he could not rely on often, so the next attack against him could possibly be more devastating. [break][break] When he finally landed, it was on the next building over, which was slightly closer to the wall of the city. At this point, Asael was becoming infuriated by the Turk's constant persistence. Taking them out first was becoming a very real possibility, although that would also give Sephiroth an opening to escape, and Asael was not going to allow that to happen. He would tear the entire city down if he had to. [break][break] "So the mighty Sephiroth can't handle a fight without others doing the work for him," the clone called out towards his nemesis. It was his first time he actually spoke to the man and he made no attempt to hold back the spite in his voice. Spite towards both him and the Turks. "Did they help you raze Nibelheim to the ground, too?" [break][break] He sprang forth for an attack again. In the last clash, Sephiroth showed that he had more raw power than his lesser counterpart. However, Asael believed his speed would give him the upper hand. Quickly, he dashed from side to side, leaving behind his hazed Mirror Images at each stop while he sprinted at blinding speeds around the man. Between every few dashes, the clone would unsheath his blade and move in to strike. Whether or not Sephiroth took the hit or blocked it, Asael would leap back and repeat his attack pattern multiple times. [break][break] "Will you slay them," he shouted between attacks as his rage grew with each strike, "like you did to your 'puppets'? Like you did to us?" [break][break] His assault would not be endless. After his fifth attempt, the clone would jump back with the blade in the scabbard once more. Instead of continuing the attack pattern, he would keep some distance between Sephiroth and himself and gather energy into the hilt of his blade. "I'll expose the darkness in you that Genesis protects. You will pay for all you've done." [break][break] A violet aura grew around the weapon and the scabbard that encased it. Then in a flash, Asael drew his blade to perform a slash in Sephiroth's direction. Despite being out of range, the Temporal Slash technique sent a distorted wave towards the man and once it reached its destination, a large anamorphic sphere would form. Dozens of visible slashes appeared within the sphere which would most definitely skewer anyone unlucky enough to be caught inside of it. And to ensure that the attack wouldn't be so easily evaded, Asael's blade returned to the scabbard before the attack was repeated again and again. [break][break] Sephiroth's power was a real concern, which was why Asael had been unleashing a flurry of attacks onto him from all angles. If the clone could overwhelm counterpart, then there could possibly be an opening for a killing blow. All he had to do was continue his relentlessness to seize the moment.
Freyra flinched when, just after lightning struck the helicopter she was currently riding in, the engine was proceeded to blow up. Followed closely by the cockpit, roasting the poor fool who had been piloting it alive in the process. It to begin spiral out of control, but it was likely to blow up in the sky before it hit the ground. And oh joy of joys, she just got to watch as the sudden turbulence proceeded to throw the only parachutes on the vehicle hurtling out of the copter and plummeting to the ground below. "...fan-fucking-stastic..." Freyra frowned when it became very obvious very quickly that she needed to get the hell out of this thing, so she did the only thing she could think of. She jumped out of the exploding aircraft.
She had a plan, though. It wasn't a very good one, but a shitty plan was better than no plan at all. She watched as the helicopter exploded in a fiery ball of death, then looked to the ground as it drew ever closer to her. She let out a heavy sigh and braced herself...this was going to really suck. Just as she was about to hit the ground, she readied one of her Materia and released a powerful blast of wind at the ground. The force of the wind broke her fall just enough for her to avoid being flattened by the impact, though it still ended up being a very painful landing. A sickening crunch could be heard as she landed on her shoulder, and she could definitely feel that a few ribs were cracked as well. Letting out a sharp gasp of pain, she staggered to her feet and pulled out her PHS, which was somehow not destroyed in the fall.
Shocked that it still worked, she proceeded to send Cissnei a couple messages.
"The next time I see that long-haired asshole, I'm kicking him so hard in the dick that everyone in the city will be able physically hear the sound of his future offspring being erased from every possible timeline!"
A couple minutes after that;
"Anyway, I'll live, but the fall messed me up pretty badly, and I landed pretty far away from where everyone is."
A minute later, there was one last message
"Also, the guy who was piloting my helicoptor is SUPER dead. Dibs on not being the one to tell his family."
