"I'm not Cloud, my father is. Who are you?" "He's a memory from a time long gone," said a man with shoulder length black hair spiked in all directions. "His name is…" "Sephiroth..." Amaroq spoke the name before the other man could finish it. "Your father and I once battled gloriously against one another. He once had as much or more fight in him than you do now. I was all he could hope to become. But alas, I grew away from my measly SOLDIER 1st Class rank and started to fulfill my mimetic legacy as heaven's Dark Harvenger and bring end to this world. I was almost successful too, but your father and his friends got in the way." "My girl Aeris stopped him though. I'm Zack by the way." "Yes she made a plea to the planet with the Holy Materia. I tried to stop her, I even thrust my sword through her but it was too late. The planet answered her call and stopped Meteor. I was taken here and stripped of my powers. I am now only half of what I used to be, the shadow of a god."
"That's some big shadow then," said Grey, "Be careful Amaroq, this will not be easy." "I am ready for you Sephiroth, but I have one question Zack. If Sephiroth killed your girlfriend, then why are you helping him now?" "No choice. Boss man has us teamed up together. You should see our practices. I think we both try to kill each other." Zack chuckled at the thought of the idea. "Gentlemen, find your battle positions." The announcer yelled from behind shatterproof glass. Amaroq immediately pulled out his sword and placed the flat of the blade on his forehead as he prayed asking for peace and focus for the battles ahead. Amaroq heard the bell ring, but before he could make a move Sephiroth's Masamune hit his blade and Amaroq was sent flying back.
He recovered quickly though, and began battle that lasted for hours. Sephiroth slammed his sword into Amaroq's so fast that each hit was a blur. They fought each other evenly; slash for slash, metal for metal, blow for blow. Amaroq tried casting a magic spell that the guard had read to him from the scrolls he picked up. "Fira Balado," he said as his sword burst into flames. Sephiroth laughed at Amaroq. "Is that all you have to fight me with, a measly little fire spell? Try this on for size," he said. "I summon the Knights of the Round." Sephiroth chanted. All at once, twelve knights came out of nowhere and hit Amaroq and Grey. Amaroq fell to the ground panting. He tried with all his might to get up and face Sephiroth, but he couldn't find the strength. Grey snarled and looked up at Zack whose sword was pointed at the tip of his nose. It shone in bright colors, and was transparent when hit by light. "Where did you get the Ultima blade at?" Grey asked Zack. Zack stood silent and ever watchful as Greys eyes shifted colors from brown to red.
Grey reared back his head and howled. He had transformed into a werewolf, the diamond claws Amaroq had given him shone brightly in the night. Amaroq focused all of his energy into his sword and it began to glow. His strength renewed, Amaroq drug the sword on the ground building up power as he went. He jumped high in the air. The sword was now glowing a bright blue, and Amaroq plummeted down toward the ground. Burying his sword into the ground, and sent a blast of energy toward Zack and Sephiroth.
It was pointless with one swing of Sephiroth's sword the magic faded and neither was even hurt. Grey fought against Zack, slicing with his claws so fast Zack's clothes were torn to shreds. His muscles bulged as blow after blow landed on Zack leaving huge gashes. Zack ripped off his shirt and put his hand on the wounds. He mumbled a few words and the gashes were completely gone. His muscles contacting as he breathed heavily from the loss of stamina. Grey took the opportunity to attack and landed a huge gash on Zack's left side of his chest. Amaroq watched in amazement as muscle knitted together to create new flesh where the tear once was. Grey was exhausted and he finally stopped trying to hurt him. They were just too powerful for Amaroq and Grey to handle, for now. Amaroq left the arena feeling disappointed and exhausted.