[First Blood then. Not that he puts undue stock in superstitions that guarantee Victory. No Victory is assured. Even so, the long, bright Sword never wavers. Sephiroth's hand is sure, his arm an extension of his Will.
Having rolled to his feet, Lancelot holds his ground, awaiting what he knows must surely come soon-- the moment Sephiroth feels he has taken Lancelot's measure. The moment the spar will begin in earnest.]
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Even so, the long, bright Sword never wavers. Sephiroth's hand is sure, his arm an extension of his Will.
Having rolled to his feet, Lancelot holds his ground, awaiting what he knows must surely come soon-- the moment Sephiroth feels he has taken Lancelot's measure.
The moment the spar will begin in earnest.]