With a fierce grin Gladio lined himself up with the terminal and took a step back before settling into a squat.

Sephiroth has no way of knowing that with his natural strength he was able to rip solid-stone pillars from where they stood in caves and throw them at attacking enemies. So he has no reason to believe that a Monk, even with enhanced strength, would be able to toss a fully grown man straight up to the terminal on the floor-ceiling.

He cups his hands, palms facing upwards, and squats a little lower with his arms only slightly bent. "Step on up."

Gladio plans to launch Sephiroth like a missile.