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The other one burst with the same deadly trick as the fallen angel. In midst of the green intense, constant of flowing ribbons in the Planet's Core. A bright multi-colored star exploded. But the one winged angel Sephiroth easily flew out of the way of his adversary; himself.
"A clone or are you?" The other one shot back.
"Dodge this." Sephiroth hissed with murderous glamour as he flicked his long blade down the platform. With effortless slither,the masamune glided down sturdy rocks and threw one huge lump straight into the other Sephiroth's eyes. Dusts hit first before the solid brick broke in half at the collision of other Sephiroth's head with a skull cracking noise.
The chance gave the offensive Sephiroth a brilliant opportunity. Jaded glow of death the same color as the cat like eyes of the attacker shone off the masamune. In one terrifying sound, he flapped open his giant black wing, soaring into the clouds like the son of calamity. The downed Sephiroth had little time to even look up before one slash came upon his spinal cord out of nowhere. The first slash was brutally quick to disable and soften. There is no chance for any defense, the second and third hit his arms and legs simultaneously, leaving deep gashes, this Sephiroth screamed in pain as he let go of his own weapon. The fourth to sixth was Sephiroth's own way of torture as he slit in the most sensitive parts of the body, leaving the once cunning opponent a pile of miserable waste. The seventh struck the victim on the head, lacerating the skull as the unforgiving blade dug into the brain tissue.
Sephiroth intended this to be the main offense. Slash to weaken, stab to kill. He squarely spread his legs, pointing the blade right downwards from the heavens. Descending rapidly as he muttered in icy-ruthless. "Ignorant Traitor! You'll PAY with your life!"
The heavy impact shook through the identical Sephiroth as he let out a surprised yelp. Sephiroth the murderer took no pity as he drew the blade, for a second the Sephiroth he impaled went with his draw, till he booted the victim in the neck so the sword separated from the arteries.
With his mouth closed the cold laughter still hummed from the killer, while a stream from the stab wound sprayed onto his face. He licked the blood and smiled with pleasure. His pair of slit pupils contracted but was hidden by his natural silvery hair that extended to his back like Lion's manes. Except 2 distinct locks that stood in a more solid than drooping shape. Which was his main curtain for emotions.
He lifted his hands in victory. This was no easy opponent. They have circled for perhaps days before this strategic breakthrough. He'd done it. He defeated his vessel. Now the next cycle will neither be Chaos' or Cosmos's. It will be his. It's his turn to be the God.
"Fighting you is a pleasant reward, I must admit." He stepped onto the victim's gloved hand before he could reach the identical handle of that other masamune.
"Fighting oneself certainly awarded one with lots of memories. Including the memory that any hero who lived long enough, will definitely live to a day where he becomes a monster. One horrid beast with a selfish resolve to be played to the world." He spat and humiliated the Sephiroth beneath him.
Regaining memory of his Wutai services, Sephiroth was now used to the 2 separate violences. Either those with kids who trade blow and blow. Like young deers locking horns. Or the satisfying ones of life and death where one chance is certain victory. There is no forgiveness for the loser as once his down. He shall never be up again. Mother spares nothing for the weaker son. Sephiroth knows that and from the calculating wounds he gave. He was sure the man who looked like him beneath his feet is too crippled to have any chances of winning. He wanted to take the latter option. Kill this useless version.
"Angeal... Niebelheim... My friends... I'll never accept YOU!" The downed Sephiroth screeched from his part of the memory of the same man or murderer.
"Angeal is nothing but betrayal. Better dead than alive." He growled like an animal. "Accept it. All of those who known you... used you, and left you to the barren world when the time came. I am the one who guides you. I know you Sephiroth. Without me! You are one pathetic dog slaved by others...Left to die!"
He inspected the defeated clone's hair. For the 2 locking strands of his own were more absent. It was how he looked during those days of bright sunny skys filled with dusted gold + freedom. Where there was friendship, security but it decayed like everything else. Unlike gold, happiness never last and never existed except in the pathetically inferior minds of commoners. Whose existence must be extinguished.
He raised the masamune to his side, to behead. But one hand quickly grabbed his boot, jerking him sideways as the hand took him off balance. Sephiroth tripped but didn't fall a the last minute in expert mastery of his orientations.
The refreshed Sephiroth somehow was glinting a golden light, as if on fire. His height decreased, the levels of his eyes lowered. His features got smaller. The overall impression younger, as if somewhere between a 13-15 year old boys. With an angry roar, the outraged teenager swiftly slide his retrieved blade across the adult Sephiroth's face, drewing blood on his godly masamune before cleaning down the red in one hammerfist to the handle. Blade again polished.
But adult Sephiroth quickly counterattacked him. Barely managing to block the blade in time, the younger Sephiroth at least turned his long katana to the right angle to avoid a fracture. Ground gave and cratered from the impact surrounded by light aquamarine flashes. Pair of slitted cat like eyes locked as tightly or more firmly than the swords. The younger one somehow frightened and shy but this allowed his trick up the sleeve.
Without warning, the younger Sephiroth took advantage of his smaller height, pushed the lock up, while dancing gracefully to body-body contact where he knew Masamune is less useful.
The adult Sephiroth was baffled as one arm came beneath his right armpit. The other around his left neck. In one constricting tightening like a python, he found himself choked out of breath by the triangle grip. But he still failed the next part, as the teen quickly stepped behind his square footings. By now he realised it was a classic martial trick he haven't practiced since childhood. Yet too late. A quick reap of his right leg came which send him stumbling into the ground. He was out of air. He failed again as a heavy combat boot sank itself dirtily into his groin where his jewels hid.
His face flashed red. He jumped up in one swerve but the younger counterpart already fled far far away.
Sephiroth cursed and stabbed his sword into the ground. He'll torture and brutalise the youngster for a tutorial later. Not till he gets something cool for his balls.