Lenneth closely every muscle fibre twitch with movement as this apparently talented blade wielder foresaw his answer any ways and proceed to prove his strength with a simply show of simply power, forming a shape in the crystal then chopping it outward into the scenery. A bluff or just a egotistic show of power to prove himself to someone that merely suggested the two not need to battle for a pointless reason, all honestly Lenneth was not going to do any harm and more then likely if he had just talked while walking aside with him then perhaps he could have saved him the trouble of escorting the two of them to a higher up from the empire to further question this stranger about what he knows. But instead he finds the need to simply use words, Sephiroth uses force to demand freedom from the twin guns both created from matter belong only to his world wielding power still untapped or at least to those that did not survive, which currently was everyone. His eyes still checking the very details of this man that on some level resembled Riku in appearance to a degree, never the less he would fight to win this battle. Sephiroth made the first move of course, impatience and ready to elemneate any thing in his way he charged head first with a few good swings with his over sized blade. Faster than many his reached the heartless in no time flat plus the length of the sword only added to the reduced time to hit him, Lenneth reached according to this. Besting speed with the reaction time of his very developed mystic mind. The slash coming from the front vertical aimed to cut his body into even half's before the first class solider leaped into the air behind to offer yet another swing of his edge. His speed exceed that of ground based feet that of which the La Vaeas did not expected fast enough, enough though he was able to shift the side and dodge the cut three of his golden were served midpoint of the lengthen. “ A flyer..” he thought to himself as the second back hand strike came. This time around the heartless flipped over the fighter while sweeping across the horizontal plane. Lenneth pointed his gun as his torso twisted in the air to push upward and forward behind the sliver hair, though close ranged point blank he did not fire on purpose. Two round turns and his legs dangled back into control as the step back into the earth with a firm planted grace, guns pointed downward as he rested to inquire about something strange to the person before him as a foe.
“Do you intend to fight be with nothing more then flash? If you plan to honestly win your freedom from me then i want you to come at me with your true skills, no more of this warm up prep fight me like you would your greatest foe. There is little honour to fight someone not below with such false hood on the art. Come get seriously” Lenny braked at the top solider with honestly and determination.
He was expecting more from this fighter as he calibre could been seen a mile away even if it was a new face, clearly with the type of build and the sharpness of his techniques this was a experienced fighter with a lot of talent to progress outside the common bounders set by pass generation. All this from his appearance and yet Lenneth felt he had been cheated out of a good fighter talents. If he was going to fight someone at a greater degree of exception of himself he wanted the same from his glory and pleasure. What would the point been if there was only a one sided victory? Nothing but an empty since of accomplishment doomed to be in vain of betray. The air bracing the two as tension building with two fighters, Lenneth brow angled downward at his crystal blue eyes that glared heavily into the Sephiroth’s pupils, his jaw closed tight, muscles tensed with excitement that the a close race would be brought upon the two. A singled drop of sweat dripping down as he wanted this to start and finish with his victory without too much hassle or wasted time in the day.
The La Vaeas thought it better to start off with a reply to this man as a show to match effort with effort, maybe then he too would see the disappointment that came with fighting someone he thought would give it is best shot. Conjuring the force of darkness, hissing around the air that compressed tighten to gather and shaping itself into sphere’s twisting with life of color of dark lavender and deep blue, lethal in explosive capacity the spell was a merely a start to a entertainment show. The dark spell weaver coordinated the forming orbs of darkness around separated locations from his mastery of the art, first three placed around at a triangular pattern surrounding the opponent at north, west and east poles with four floating above the jenova reject. Each of the seven slowly moving in a provoking manner with an increasing rhythm to their movements around and around. Something simply to think up off with a spell effect as basic to a master but devastating to the deliver should the trick work, though Lenneth planed all this to happen in solidity, no other actions to be performed at the same time. Amateurish way if he really wanted to get essentially. Such a simply attack but something he should take into account if a simply moment was all Sephiroth planned to do since after the attacks dash to the center where he rested on in the sky that resulting blast from all seven would send shock waves of power though the area just from the mere level of the mystic art he wielded. Only dark damaged would be applied.
Dark shatter -20mp=150 mp
___________________Overlord Of Darkness
, Heartless Prince
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