[The blade, now matter how fearsome, is but an extension of the body of the one who wields it. Confident in his ability to move out of range at will, Lancelot watches, aware he is being watched, reading the equations of Sephiroth's movements, the proofs mapped out in each sweep of his sword as it cleaves the air.
When the stroke comes, he feints a step to the side-- then moves forward into the arc to block. The sound of the strike echoes in the vast space.]
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When the stroke comes, he feints a step to the side-- then moves forward into the arc to block.
The sound of the strike echoes in the vast space.]