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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Date: 2010-03-03 03:17 pm (UTC)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.