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Who:  Kefka, Sephiroth
What:  Finishing this Rivarly
When:  After Sephiroth's fun with Xion
Where:  The Figaro Desert
Rating:  PG-13

Kefka grinned as he waited for the swordsman.  He had inscribed the challenge on Sephiroth's wall after he left the latter's base, and knew he would come.  The jester glanced around,  the desert was also his first stop for looking for Terra, but he couldn't find her.  He was done playing for others, it's time for the clown to rule the show.   He tapped his morning star as he watched the skies. 

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Sephiroth had indeed gotten the message left on his wall. It had taken quite a bit of work to get the damn thing out as well. He teleported to the desert, and immediately scowled. He didn't like where Kefka had apparently chosen their match to be held. But if he had to bear with it, he would.

The ex-SOLDIER folded his arms as he came into view of the jester. Immediately his anger began to rise until it made the hair on the back of his neck bristle. At least now he had a good excuse to turn Kefka into a still painting.

"What foolishness are you conducting now? Don't you know I'm busy?"

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Kefka waved his hands as he fired a Firaga at Sephiroth. "It's fighty time! Fun fun fun!"

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The general rolled his eyes as he flicked his hand, the action tossing a Blizzard at the fireball to negate it. He simply stood there with his arms folded, not drawing his blade. He didn't want to bring the weapon to bear at least until he was sure he needed it.

He knew better than to underestimate an opponent, though, so his left hand stayed curled so it could hold the hilt tight when it came time.

"Yes, I suppose it will be." he lightly tapped his right hand's fingers on his left bicep. So far it seemed a good idea to let Kefka start the offensive. He could get a better feel for what he'd have to deal with that way.

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The firga split off as Kefka glided towards Sephiroth, wielding his morning star as he swung with his left hand, firing a series of five thundagas in a row with his right

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He dodged off in the direction the Thundagas weren't aimed for, then cast his own attack to slow the jester down. The several large purple-and-black orbs of Shadow Flare flew at Kefka, impeding his progress, as Sephiroth moved behind him. Masamune came to his hand with but a thought, and cut down at Kefka's back.

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Kefka fired some Firagas as the Shadow flares as Sephiroth moved behind him "Perfect!" Kefka giggled as he spun around, vertically so his head was where his feet were, and vice verse. "Don't mess with me!" he shouted as two spiky sharpy large wings sprouted from his back

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'I knew this would be annoying,' Sephiroth thought. He parried the wings using his sword, though one managed to slip in anyway and give his arm a good slice, and flung himself backwards. His own wing came out to ease his movement, flapping quickly.

He was quickly on the defensive again, this time circling around to the jester's side.

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Kefka swung his arm wide, the large spiked ball of the morning star going towars Sephiroth's face as Kefka floated in the air.

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Masamune came up fast to defend its master's face, and a loud clang of steel on steel met as the spiked orb flew away from Sephiroth. The sword then closed the distance between general and clown, slicing eight rapid strikes at the man.

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Kefka howled in pain as he flew backwards, glaring at Sephiroth as five new slices bled from his chest. The jester flicked his hand as he grinned. "Special delivery!" he shouted as he shot his hand forward, large explosions being sent towards Sephiroth as Kefka wiped the blood from his face

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He was smirking upon seeing five of the eight hits land on Kefka. Given the wily nature of this trickster, landing so many strikes was very satisfactory. He flapped his great wing once to send himself back. One of the explosions did catch his right arm, burning away the leather to reveal the burnt and blackened skin.

Sephiroth eyed his smoking limb with disdain, sniffing and getting a whiff of the horrid stench of burnt flesh. Several layers of his skin were gone, but at least his wing hadn't been damaged. Flying without it was rather burdensome work. And flesh could always be mended with a good Hi-Potion.

He held his now useless right arm behind his back so it wouldn't get in the way, then sped toward the clown again.

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As Sephiroth sped towards Kefka, the harlequin lifted his hand. "Bio" he yelled as a thick green mist formed in front of him, blocking him from Sephiroth as Kefka grinned. "Blizzaga!"

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Unfortunately for Sephiroth, he flew right into the Bio spell and flew out coughing hard. Being who and what he was, the poison didn't do any real damage to him, but it was still an incredibly annoying inconvenience. Hacking up a storm while poison nibbled at you was not the way one would like to fight in most cases.

It was then that Sephiroth decided enough was enough. Already he lost the use of his arm temporarily and there was no telling how long that would heal, and now he was being hit constantly with spells? No, no. No more of that.

"Hell's Gate." Once he was within range, he flew up a few feet in the air and swung his sword at a downward angle toward the jester, aiming at head, chest, arms...any place he could think of targeting. He then dropped down to slam Masamune into the ground, where a great fissure split the earth underneath him.

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Kefka growled as he shot backwards from the attack, however not all of him survived, his left arm had been sliced off his body by the attack. Kefka cauterized the wound with a fire spell as he look at Sephiroth. "Ya know, this means war!" he yelled as his right hand glowed with energy. "Ultima!" he shouted, the large blue spherical spell firing off from his hand

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'Oh no you don't...I'll not go down without doing more than that to you.' he thought. Sephiroth rushed forward again, shouting as he cast Super Nova right at Kefka. However, Ultima had been cast by then, but Sephiroth figured his attack would still manage to maim the jester something awful.

He braced himself as best he could for the attack, but the wounds already inflicted upon him took their toll. Sephiroth was able to stomach through most of the attack until he got hit by the other half of the spell.

He was launched backwards several hundred feet and hit the sand hard, rolling a few times before stopping. The grit bit painfully into his open wounds, but there were other, more pressing injuries to his person. Again he smelled burning flesh, and looked down to notice nearly all of the right side of his body, the side that had been facing the brunt of Ultima's power, was burned severely. It was hard to tell where the leather of his clothes ended and where his skin began.

Though it pained him to do so, he stuck Masamune blade-first into the sand and hauled himself up. His right leg was useless now, along with his right arm. Without giving much thought to how the jester fared, he teleported to his base. The complex had been newly barricaded so none but himself, the Remnants, and maybe Lynx -if Sephiroth felt like seeing him, that is- inside. First stop would be the medical ward, then the kitchen. He was going to just sleep this whole event off like a bad hangover.

OOC: .Isnt' that the attack that destroys a solar system?

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Kefka laughed in glee as Sephiroth was blasted away just as the supernova hit him. Kefka flew into the ground, a large gash being cut into the earth with his body as he shook his head and looked up. Kefka looked worse for wear, missing an arm and having a good portion of his outfit destroyed by Sephiroth's last attack, leaving him in just his pants. His face was scarred now and his chest was sporting more than a few burns. "Critical Failure!"