A Sick Twist of Fate
The two men stood, facing each other, neither of them speaking. Though they were so different… their lives were so similar.
They stared, neither looking away. Mako turquoise eyes met mako blue eyes. In the darkness, there was a slight gust. Long silvery strands of hair flowed with the wind while short spiky hair flew back.
They both knew that this was the end. In both their minds, their wish to kill the other.
The silver haired man was so sure… so sure that he could beat the failure. His lips spread into an evil smile, this kill was going to be the same as every other one.
He watched in amusement as an aura of reddish yellow light went around the blonde man.
A limit break. He thought musingly. This was going to be interesting.
The light died out and another sort of golden light went around the blonde man. The silver haired man's smile was gone. This limit break was different… this failure clone… so much power…
The blonde man raised his blade, a gold light emitting from the blade. He strafed forward, so quickly that he himself had not expected it. With a new surge of power, he raised his blade high behind his back and brought it down heavily onto the silver haired man, putting all his pain and anger into this one blow.
The other man opened his eyes wide in surprise. The other had moved so quickly that he had not even sensed it himself! He moved to block the blow that he anticipated, but found that he had already been struck.
The blonde man struck so quickly that light flared around the two. Such power was in him! He struck again and again, watching as his foe bent in the directions that he had struck.
He jumped back, then jumped high up, ready to strike the final blow that would end it all.
He watched in horror and awe as the blonde man jumped many feet up off the ground. How could a failure have this much power! Another golden light shone, then entwined with a light blue one.
And then he struck. He felt his sword smash into flesh and bone and watched as the other bent over in agony.
His eyes were opened wide. He still could not believe that he would be finished this way. He would not be finished this way…
He raised himself back up, mustering up all his energy. He would sill have to try… try and wound the blonde man somehow… he would not lose this way…
But he could not. Cuts appeared all over his skin, something ran down his forehead. And then he realized that it was blood. Finally he understood… he was mortal…
The blonde man watched as the light appeared from the cuts and then the man exploded into a flurry of golden light. He covered his eyes, it was too just bright to watch…
Ahh yes... Sephiroth and Cloud... in their last battle...