{Voice; UN: bakusaiga}

[prince_of_the_moon]

I wish to fight.

{Because, damn it all, he knows battle. Relationships? Apparently he is a failure in that arena.}

Do not reply if you are weak.

Comments

[Text] un: masamune /BANGS DOWN DOOR hi I'm late but this needs to happen y/y

[silversoldier]

[ Well, this sounds promising. ]

Location.

[Text] YES

[prince_of_the_moon]

Edge of the city before the forest blocks the sunlight.

[Action]

[silversoldier]

[ Sephiroth doesn't bother to reply. Instead he is simply there a few minutes later. With his speed, most people wouldn't see him coming and this is, in fact, the first of many methods he has to gauge his opponent's strength. He is used to fighting down to everyone else's level in order to make things last though a few people have pleasantly surprised him here, including Noctis. He hopes this is another such instance.

When Sephiroth comes to a stop it is a few feet from this stranger with long hair so similar to his own. He is empty handed for the moment. ]

Are you the one?

[ It is the only preamble he will give and also the only opportunity for his opponent to withdraw. ]

[Action]

[prince_of_the_moon]

{Bakusaiga is in his hand in a flash, ready to defend. This opponent... Sesshomaru senses that he can handle his fang. Though he seeks to forget confusing, conflicting emotions, his blood heats excitedly at the prospect of facing someone powerful.}

I am. {His build is slighter than Sephiroth's, but looks are nothing when it comes to demons. He gives his opponent a beat to prepare before rushing at him.}

[Action]

[silversoldier]

[ That is all Sephiroth needs to hear. He stretches out a hand and Masamune is suddenly there. Given what he has witnessed so far, Sephiroth swings it with considerable force towards the other man. He is still and will always be testing his opponent and meting out his strength against him exponentially. ]