The next day. The wind blows rough. The three actually get very nice seats that aren't too close nor too far away from the arena. They urgently wait for the new opponents. The announcer comes on and welcomes them again, same old, same old. "Seed #11: Monev! Seed #12: Vash! Seed #13: Wolfwood! See #14: Legato and lastly, Seed #15: B.D.N.! Go Seed #11 and Seed #5!"
Sephiroth appears, stern and angry as usual. Then out comes a different person. An ugly looking man with black tight clothes and a strange orange helmet plus one huge gun attached to his arm. Sephiroth shows no emotion. "Go!" The announcer shouts. Monev shoots at Sephiroth, but it deflect and runs for Monev's head. They cram into his helmet, just barely touching his face. Monev gasps and tries to shoot again, but suddenly Monev points the gun to his head. Everyone gasps, "Stop him!" they all yell. Sephiroth becomes stunned himself, for he was not doing this. Then Monev shot. Medics rushed out and carried Monev out. Sephiroth became confused. "Um, ah hem, well. Seed #13 come!" The announcer said.
Another man came out. With a huge cross on his back and wearing black. Almost like a priest. Sephiroth pays no mind to this so-called weakling. Just when Sephiroth was about to end it quickly, Wolfwood calls out. "Wait! I give up." He turns stiffly then walks out. Sephiroth became angry. "No fights. No point." He grumbles. "Um, then Seed #15!…. No? *sigh*" "Well then #12!….not him either? Then who is left? Ok! Seed #14 is the only one that didn't back down! Come on out!" The announcer blurts out. Sephiroth sighs, thinking that there is no point. Then Legato comes out.
Seemed as if darkness chased after him. His golden eyes swirled with evil. Six sharp spikes sprouted from his armored shoulder. With long white trench coat, black gloves and blue hair he walks out. He stares forward. Sephiroth felt a chill run down his spine. He kept staring. Suddenly words entered his head, no one else could hear, it was as if some one was in his head. "I've been waiting for you… Sephiroth…"
Sephiroth tensed up. Legato stood still, with arms to his side. He blinked once. "Fight!" The announcer commanded. Sephiroth couldn't move, he wouldn't dare to. He kept staring deep at Legato. He breathed deeply. Cloud, Aeris and Vincent remained still. Sephiroth squinted. "Who are you?" He said. "Your murderer." The voice broke through his head again. Sephiroth lunged forward. Legato remained still. Then Sephiroth stopped dead in his tracks. He took up his sword and stabbed himself. He gasped and looked at what he had done. He grunted in pain as blood ran down heavily. The long masamune stuck out like a pin in a pin cochin. Sephiroth yanked it out and he grabbed his wound. "Your weak." The voice echoed in his head. Legato came closer as Sephiroth collapsed to the ground. As Legato stopped in front of him he took up his sword again and slashed, but Legato vanished. Sephiroth gasped, but was sidetracked by his wound. "Where are you?" He whispered to himself. "You cannot escape…" The voice echoed again. "I see you…" Sephiroth mouth gapped. He looked up to see Legato. His evilly swirling eyes stared down at him like he was a sick puppy. Sephiroth knew it was the end. Legato picked up the masamune and raised it above Sephiroth's head. Sephiroth didn't bear to face the crowd as they shouted for it to stop. The announcer yelled too. Then suddenly, all those voices faded. They disappeared. Sephiroth looked up into the demons face. Legato was ready to stab down. Sephiroth's eyes blurred, his sight also faded. He knew… He knew this was it. The great Sephiroth… The evil one that destroyed many. The one-winged angel, Sephiroth was now going to die.
Suddenly a voice came upon the whispering death. Cloud shoved people as he ran down the steps and to the arena. "Stop!" He yelled as he jumped down to the sand. He tore off his shoulder plate and flung it at Legato. It collided with his face and Legato fell back. Sephiroth gasped as his eyesight went black, his feelings darkened, his breathe deepened, his life faded. He could only feel the waterfall of blood coming from his stomach. Then he coughed. Blood filled his mouth and spewed out and down his face. Cloud guarded Sephiroth as Legato stood. "This is not your fight." Legato calmly said. "Neither yours!" Cloud angrily yelled. "Cloud no!" Aeris yelled in the background. "Leave." Cloud squinted at Legato. Legato grinned. "What's the matter? Afraid?" Legato stepped closer. "Go!" Cloud yelled. "I thought you hated him, now you're saving is sorry soul." Cloud said nothing. "I have conquered many things, now I have conquered the most evil." Legato grinned again. "Farewell, for seldom fade and darkness take all." Legato turned and left as silently as he came. No one dared to stop him.
Cloud twisted around and grabbed Sephiroth. He supported him as he stood. "Why did you help me?" Sephiroth said under his blood. "Because no one has the right to take the lives of others." Cloud said as they walked to the exit. Sephiroth coughed again then whispered. "Thank you."
"Will he live?" Aeris cried as Vincent and her ran out. "Of course." Vincent spotted Cloud and the bleeding Sephiroth. "He's the great Sephiroth ain't he?" Vincent smiled.