'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.
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Date: 2010-03-05 08:19 pm (UTC)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.