[ sephiroth is watching as the change happens, focused on his traveling companions rather than the AI. he's there as protection, after all, to keep miss root safe as she takes care of the technical aspect of things. so as visas becomes quieter and quieter, her agitation growing, he sees it happening. it's not until she speaks, until the strange glowing blade snaps out, that he realizes where it was going, though.
ah.
the last syllable of his name has barely been spoken before sephiroth is drawing aonibi from its sheath with a sharp ring of steel, and vincent's lips have barely formed the next word before the teen launches himself forward. the gentle, curious teenager is gone, now, his eyes cold and sharp, face a blank doll's mask, focused entirely, completely on the kill.
he laces his sword with a blizzard spell, leaping into the air and bringing a spinning, ice-laced slash down toward the woman-- intent on removing her head from her shoulders if she doesn't block or evade. ]
no subject
ah.
the last syllable of his name has barely been spoken before sephiroth is drawing aonibi from its sheath with a sharp ring of steel, and vincent's lips have barely formed the next word before the teen launches himself forward. the gentle, curious teenager is gone, now, his eyes cold and sharp, face a blank doll's mask, focused entirely, completely on the kill.
he laces his sword with a blizzard spell, leaping into the air and bringing a spinning, ice-laced slash down toward the woman-- intent on removing her head from her shoulders if she doesn't block or evade. ]