Quit.
Cloud has defeated the Fallen Angel, Jenova. All that remains is to obliterate Meteor using Holy. Cloud has just been saved from oblivion by Spirit poisoning, with a helpful hand from Tifa. The Highwind is ready for take off as the Cave falls in upon itself. The group fly up the pathway with all the monsters in pursuit, albeit with a common goal: survival.
Cloud feels something, clutching at his heart and tearing him back down, so he will never escape. Cloud knows what it is, and his blood floods with adrenaline as he comprehends the task that is, as yet, unfinished; "Jenova. Is. Still. Alive." He mutters. He feels it, pulling him, the last of Jenova, to face the One who threatens the very thought-core of the Planet.
Cloud is as ready as he'll ever be. [I]I hope it's enough.[/I] His Spirit is being pulled into the Abyss that is Sephiroth's abode now.
As Cloud races to meet his fate, Sephiroth ponders this turn of events. [I]I[/I] will [I]destroy utterly this puny thing that was borne out of ME![/I] He understands what's at stake here. This is it. The unadulterated battle that will decide the path of the Universe. On the one hand, comes the unpredictability of the races known as animalkind; On the other, oblivious monotony of the gods, and it all comes down to menial things: the way the wind blows, the roll of a dice, the thought of a split-second.
Both are tired. They want it all to be over. For better or for worse. The health of the universe is held in the palm of one, the scales of the Lord of Change in the other. There will be a new god today, irrelevant of who wins. That is for certain. Or will it be the last Cetra, Aeris who wins the war?
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Cloud reaches his destination in good time, for the Abyss is no-man's land: The abode is well-furnished for an empty space. Walled in by swords of all shapes and sizes, cups with many purposes, rods so powerful that even one could rend the skies, and discs which render the wielder invulnerable, it was the perfect battlefield for the two greatest warriors of all known time; the Crisis from the Sky and the SOLDIER with no number, the failed experiments which could doom the Planet.
[B]It is time. Are you ready?[/B] the voice of Sephiroth calls, enhanced by the Abyss' static fluctuation. He is preparing for Supernova Strike, far more potent than even Omnislash.
[I]I am ready for you, Sephiroth. I know your weaknesses, as you know mine. I will KILL YOU![/I] I must, for I want to be with Tifa, when all is said and done. Aeris, I thank you for releasing me from my fears.
The battle began. It was not of a physical nature, even though the people were real. It was of a spiritual nature. Cloud was, at first, swarmed by the anger radiating from the figure before him. He fell, as the energy in Sephiroth was building...who was nearly ready to unleash Supernova Strike. [I]I have to get Omnislash before he's ready![/I] Cloud thought. He prayed...and felt the anger rising within him. He thought of Aeris, his one true love, and the way Sephiroth butchered her.
Sephiroth was in ready stance. [I]Must...try...harder!!![/I] Cloud thought. Cloud felt the energy needed to sustain himself in the Abyss drain...
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Ifrit sensed the Battle going on, and was impelled to stop it. [B]:What is going on? The worlds are being sundered by the energies at work! I have to stop this!:[/B] he spoke to himself.
He changed his presence so that he could enter the Lifestream. He stopped being a Summon Beast, and became just another soul to be consumed. Then he entered...and saw.
He recognised them both: Sephiroth, the Fallen Angel, and Cloud Strife, the failed experiment. Cloud had begun his ultimate Limit, Omnislash. He struck; left right left, jump, down, right, up-right left down-right, left right left up, down. Cloud was charging up for his last move...he leapt.
Ifrit yelled, [B]:STOP!!! What do you think you're doing? You will destroy utterly the universes! Are you insane?:[/B] His eyes blazed with fury, and he looked like he could do a million Hellfires consecutively. He took a few deep blazes, and calmed enough for rational thought. [B]:Well then, I see that you are both god material...However, you are more likely to abuse that power, Cloud Strife.:[/B]
[I]ME? Why?[/I] enquired Cloud.
[B]:Because you lost a loved one to Sephiroth, and you will be most easily corrupted by the power involved. Come with me, Sephiroth.:[/B] Sephiroth obliged Ifrit, afraid that he'd be turned into ashes.
* * * * * * * *
Cloud has defeated the Fallen Angel, Jenova. All that remains is to obliterate Meteor using Holy. Cloud has just been saved from oblivion by Spirit poisoning, with a helpful hand from Tifa. The Highwind is ready for take off as the Cave falls in upon itself. The group fly up the pathway with all the monsters in pursuit, albeit with a common goal: survival.
Cloud feels something, clutching at his heart and tearing him back down, so he will never escape. Cloud knows what it is, and his blood floods with adrenaline as he comprehends the task that is, as yet, unfinished; "Jenova. Is. Still. Alive." He mutters. He feels it, pulling him, the last of Jenova, to face the One who threatens the very thought-core of the Planet.
Cloud is as ready as he'll ever be. [I]I hope it's enough.[/I] His Spirit is being pulled into the Abyss that is Sephiroth's abode now.
As Cloud races to meet his fate, Sephiroth ponders this turn of events. [I]I[/I] will [I]destroy utterly this puny thing that was borne out of ME![/I] He understands what's at stake here. This is it. The unadulterated battle that will decide the path of the Universe. On the one hand, comes the unpredictability of the races known as animalkind; On the other, oblivious monotony of the gods, and it all comes down to menial things: the way the wind blows, the roll of a dice, the thought of a split-second.
Both are tired. They want it all to be over. For better or for worse. The health of the universe is held in the palm of one, the scales of the Lord of Change in the other. There will be a new god today, irrelevant of who wins. That is for certain. Or will it be the last Cetra, Aeris who wins the war?
* * * * * * * *
Cloud reaches his destination in good time, for the Abyss is no-man's land: The abode is well-furnished for an empty space. Walled in by swords of all shapes and sizes, cups with many purposes, rods so powerful that even one could rend the skies, and discs which render the wielder invulnerable, it was the perfect battlefield for the two greatest warriors of all known time; the Crisis from the Sky and the SOLDIER with no number, the failed experiments which could doom the Planet.
[B]It is time. Are you ready?[/B] the voice of Sephiroth calls, enhanced by the Abyss' static fluctuation. He is preparing for Supernova Strike, far more potent than even Omnislash.
[I]I am ready for you, Sephiroth. I know your weaknesses, as you know mine. I will KILL YOU![/I] I must, for I want to be with Tifa, when all is said and done. Aeris, I thank you for releasing me from my fears.
The battle began. It was not of a physical nature, even though the people were real. It was of a spiritual nature. Cloud was, at first, swarmed by the anger radiating from the figure before him. He fell, as the energy in Sephiroth was building...who was nearly ready to unleash Supernova Strike. [I]I have to get Omnislash before he's ready![/I] Cloud thought. He prayed...and felt the anger rising within him. He thought of Aeris, his one true love, and the way Sephiroth butchered her.
Sephiroth was in ready stance. [I]Must...try...harder!!![/I] Cloud thought. Cloud felt the energy needed to sustain himself in the Abyss drain...
* * * * * * * *
Ifrit sensed the Battle going on, and was impelled to stop it. [B]:What is going on? The worlds are being sundered by the energies at work! I have to stop this!:[/B] he spoke to himself.
He changed his presence so that he could enter the Lifestream. He stopped being a Summon Beast, and became just another soul to be consumed. Then he entered...and saw.
He recognised them both: Sephiroth, the Fallen Angel, and Cloud Strife, the failed experiment. Cloud had begun his ultimate Limit, Omnislash. He struck; left right left, jump, down, right, up-right left down-right, left right left up, down. Cloud was charging up for his last move...he leapt.
Ifrit yelled, [B]:STOP!!! What do you think you're doing? You will destroy utterly the universes! Are you insane?:[/B] His eyes blazed with fury, and he looked like he could do a million Hellfires consecutively. He took a few deep blazes, and calmed enough for rational thought. [B]:Well then, I see that you are both god material...However, you are more likely to abuse that power, Cloud Strife.:[/B]
[I]ME? Why?[/I] enquired Cloud.
[B]:Because you lost a loved one to Sephiroth, and you will be most easily corrupted by the power involved. Come with me, Sephiroth.:[/B] Sephiroth obliged Ifrit, afraid that he'd be turned into ashes.
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