Finally a chance to take on a larger foe and from his first foray into melee range it's all going better than he hoped-
Until that scream. It was all Sephiroth could do but watch the Medusa lurch and then immediately counter them all with -what seemed from his perspective- a giant water spell. He's instantly swept backward with the current of it, tumbling in the waves until the water recedes and he's left face down. A long second of utter stillness later and then his lungs decide to empty themselves as he tries to gulp down breaths of air, coughing instantly as Sephiroth forces himself up onto one knee while he still tries to remember how to breathe. It's not only that, he hurts inside and out, doesn't even know where his sword got swept off to-
As he's surrounded in the magic of Azuza's Benefic, Sephiroth finds that his body loosens up a great deal just from that medium-strength heal. He looks up -unsure where or who exactly threw the heal- finally finding his center again and sternly forcing himself back vertical. Water runs in rivulets down slick black leather as Sephiroth flicks the now-soaking bangs of his hair out of his face; so much for managing to stay dry so far on this excursion.
Now it's time to find where his katana landed; Sephiroth hangs back towards where he knows the drop-off edge is as he searches for his dropped weapon. Someone isn't going to be best pleased if it's fallen down there. He's starting to feel a knot of something building somewhere inside of his being; could be the first stirrings of what he recognizes as a limit break -wait, no, it's called a Melody here.
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Until that scream. It was all Sephiroth could do but watch the Medusa lurch and then immediately counter them all with -what seemed from his perspective- a giant water spell. He's instantly swept backward with the current of it, tumbling in the waves until the water recedes and he's left face down. A long second of utter stillness later and then his lungs decide to empty themselves as he tries to gulp down breaths of air, coughing instantly as Sephiroth forces himself up onto one knee while he still tries to remember how to breathe. It's not only that, he hurts inside and out, doesn't even know where his sword got swept off to-
As he's surrounded in the magic of Azuza's Benefic, Sephiroth finds that his body loosens up a great deal just from that medium-strength heal. He looks up -unsure where or who exactly threw the heal- finally finding his center again and sternly forcing himself back vertical. Water runs in rivulets down slick black leather as Sephiroth flicks the now-soaking bangs of his hair out of his face; so much for managing to stay dry so far on this excursion.
Now it's time to find where his katana landed; Sephiroth hangs back towards where he knows the drop-off edge is as he searches for his dropped weapon. Someone isn't going to be best pleased if it's fallen down there. He's starting to feel a knot of something building somewhere inside of his being; could be the first stirrings of what he recognizes as a limit break -wait, no, it's called a Melody here.