Mission 13 : [Video] Sunday morning-ish

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[Theoretically, with Madara's power broken and he himself sealed, everyone should be back to normal. However, most of 'everyone' does not have an opportunistic alien virus lurking in the back of their minds waiting for a moment of weakness.

A moment of weakness like, say, most of a week spent with their free will suppressed.

So when the feed from Sephiroth's retrieved PCD blinks on, it's displaying a Sephiroth only one person here has seen before. A Sephiroth with a single black wing arching from his right shoulder, the sky as his backdrop, and a look of disdain and simmering malice on his face.]

Hmph. This place... Madara may be content to attempt to rule in Hell, but I am not. Mother is calling me. She wishes for my return. I will go to her...

[Sephiroth swings his sword several times, sending arcs of blue-white energy hurtling downward. While it doesn't show up on the feed, a luckily already derelict building in the city crumbles under the assault.]

If I must turn this worthless, soulless planet into rubble to do so.

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[Well, he knows Chaos is there; he just doesn't know what Chaos is capable of. Other than royally pissing off his Mother, that is.

Sephiroth twists to the side with the aid of a quick wingbeat as the fireball erupts towards him. The fire licks his stomach but only does superficial damage. He ignores it as a materia lights on his bangle.]

So the beast displays its nature at last. Thundaga!

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[If that was supposed to be insulting, well ... let's justs ay you can do much, much better, Sephiroth.

Vincent only has about ninety to a hundred and twenty seconds before the transformation gets away, and he'll have to wait to call it again after that. Galian Beast strong point isn't magic, though. It's melee fighting. And it's so big and imposing that the Thundaga barely slows it down as goes for a full body tackle, the left paw wacking out to catch the black wing and try to rip out as much of it as possible.

The roar it lets out as it charges makes the dilapidated walls of the buildings around shake.]

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[Sephiroth's unencumbered right hand snaps out to catch the Galian Beast's left arm even as he's carried backward by the tackle. The grip is crushingly powerful as he attempts to force the paw away from his wing. He lifts a booted foot to kick at the thick torso harshly, hoping to break ribs but willing to settle for forcing the creature back.]

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[The kick doesn't even faze the beast. If something broke, the adrenaline rush is too high to let it feel the pain. But it seems enraged at not being able to grasp at the wing, the grip on its paw too tight and strong for him to reach.

Halfway through the tackle, it changes tactics, and suddenly plants its powerful hind legs into the closest surface, pulling its left paw back, and aiming its formidable fangs at the arm holding it.]