Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII, and mismanagement of summons can cause, but not limited to, bleeding, coughing, sneezing, sore throat, nausea, death, and potentially getting "Electric de Chocobo" stuck in your head.

A/N Hmm well I had this idea a while back. Besides who doesn't love the wonderful cop-out nature of Knights of the Round? The only thing it can't kill is a chocobo, if you don't believe me then get on youtube and look up "The Worst Way to Die in FFVII". But I know one thing it can kill, and three guesses who! And a special appearance by Reno and Sephiroth! I know Sephiroth doesn't need materia but just bare with me for this one, you'll be rid of me soon enough.

Sephiroth looked around the lab, this was a rather unusual request indeed but he had figured that Hojo would want him to test something potentially dangerous as part of another test. He sighed and looked at the Red Materia in his hand and then up at the blast shield where Hojo was observing him. The rest of the scientists had cleared out to the upper decks, the General took a quick glance around at the scientists and Turks in the crowd. "Alright, all you want me to do is cast this correct?"

Hojo nodded, "correct."

"And its name?" Sephiroth continued. You needed to know the name of a spell in order for it to work.

"We've dubbed it Knights of the Round since there seems to be more then one entity inside of the materia," Hojo replied smirking.

Sephiroth straightened up and put his arm out closing his eyes, "Knights of the Round!"

There was a flash as the intricate summon portal opened, the room seemed to dissolve as the Knights zeroed in on, not one of the targets, but Hojo. As the first one raised up his sword, Zack, who was comfortable in the upper deck with Reno watching smirked at his Turk friend, "brilliant! Here comes one!" The first Knight hit Hojo as he counted.

The second one charged up as Reno caught on with the count, "two!"

"Three, hey a paladin," Zack continued.

Reno laughed, "four!"

Zack joined in his laughter, "five!"

Reno leaned back in his chair, "six!"

Zack put his head on the desk, "seven, another caster, that's what I call getting the cold shoulder!"

"Eight, hey how come you get all the magic guys?" Reno added after his count taking out a cigarette and lighting up.

Zack shrugged, "nine, wow this is a long summon, and that Comet2 spell had to hurt."

"Ten, no shit," Reno replied still laughing.

"E-e-e-e-e-eleven! Wow that one took a while," Zack continued his running commentary.

"Twelve, bet ya twenty gil the next one is the last," Reno chided.

"Alright then," Zack replied shaking hands with Reno. They both shouted, "lucky number thirteen!"

The world below the summons returned to normal, Zack sighed handing over twenty gil to Reno before they left to check out the battle damage. They found Sephiroth standing there mildly bewildered looking at Hojo, "interesting summon. We'll have to regulate this one."

Zack nodded, "yeah that was a summon for the ages."

Reno meanwhile was examining Hojo, his black greasy hair was charred and he looked rather charred overall but apparently the summon hadn't done that much damage. The Turk sighed taking the almost spent cigarette out of his mouth, "damn looks like it just turned him into barbeque but no sign of any real damage."

He turned back to the SOLDIERs flicking the butt of the cigarette over his shoulder. It hit Hojo, who promptly keeled over, dead as a doornail. Zack whistled, Sephiroth's expression changed to one of mild amusement, "a very powerful summon indeed. Or maybe…" he trailed off watching Reno for a moment.

Zack followed his gaze before looking at his commander, they shook their heads, "nah it couldn't be, could it?"