Apart from tightening his grip on Masamune's hilt and the breeze that licked strands of silver along with it Sephiroth remained perfectly still in his hovered position as Xemnas the dragon first became aware of his presence, and then proceeded to size him up.

Well certainly this was no dragon as he remembered them. This one seemed blessed with some level of higher-intelligence at least, as surmised from the way it appeared to be studying him intently, flicking it's tongue out and about as if tasting the very presence he exuded. And then there was that stalk towards him, so very precise in it's slight sideways approach intended to shift it's preys' position - him, away from the obvious escape route - the stairwell.

Keen eyes never left the monster's approach towards him even as Sephiroth allowed the would-be predator herd him in the direction it intended. Sephiroth too, waited for the perfect opportunity to engage or defend, whichever would come first -