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Leon dropped Hiruga on the floor and then looked at the other three that were in the room with him, "Someone attacked us. No biggie...Now..."

He was cut off my heavy footsteps in the hallway outside. Footsteps that stopped outside of the door...then the entire wall collapsed. As the dust cleared, a tall man with long grey-silver locks stepped in...

...he wore a long black trench coat with red trim, and metal pauldrons were on each of his shoulders...

Leon's face twisted as the man walked towards him, "S...."

...on his left side, a single black wing sprout from his back. The man wielded a single Masamune...He raised his sword and brought it down on an already transformed Leon. Leon raised his own katana, now a Zanbatō, to block the deadly attack.

"Atrius! Get them out of here!" Leon shouted as was absorbed into the fight....
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Atrius obeyed his father, picking Hiruga up and leading them out of the room and the Senate building...

"Well, looks like we arrived just in time for the fun to begin," Ciaran said dryly, watching everyone run out of the building. His horse sidestepped and tossed its head, the half demon patted its neck in an attempt to calm it.

"Wonderful," Aindrea sighed. "I was hoping this could be resolved peacefully."

Azira, seated behind the silver-haired healer, glanced around--she didn't recognize anyone coming out of the building. She'd been hoping that Cyril was somehow alright.

"I wasn't planning on it, personally," Ciaran said, swinging down off his mount's back. "I'm a healer, not a fighter." That was a blatant lie, but no one needed to know that! "Is he in need of assistance?" The scarred healer motioned toward Hiruga. His clothing and demeanor was markedly different than Azira and Aindrea's, he wasn't technically a follower of Perun.

"Ah...is Cyril...?" Azira asked softly.

Azira looked down. "Oh."

Ciaran shrugged and moved away, toward Aindrea. "Your choice, I suppose. Are we waiting for Leon out here, or is moving farther away from the battleground a good idea?"

"Well, that settles that." Ciaran vaulted back into the saddle, and took off toward the southern gates, Aindrea following in the rear of the group, his sword drawn. It reformed into a bow and quiver of arrows, strung and ready just in case. A brother to Gwaihir, it shared the abilities of the divine sword.

Ciaran raised his arms as some pieces of rubble fell on top of them, a bright flash of light indicating that he'd raised a shield of energy about the group. He winced slightly as the falling debris hit it and bounced harmlessly away, waiting till a few moments after the last stone fell to release the shield.

"I certainly don't know." The red markings that had appeared on his face and arms when he raised the shield faded and vanished.

"Should we go back?" Aindrea asked.

Upon returning to Velorius' sanctuary Davon dismissed Ryhalt and went looking for Velorius to report what he had learned. Velorius was in his study, sat in a high abcked chair covered in a dragon motife, his attention was focused upon a large mirror that occupied a large portion of the wall before him. In the center of the mirror was an image of the events taking place inside the senate building, while around the edge of the mirror were images of various other people and places. Seeing this Davon let a small sigh of relief, if Velorius was focused on other events he was even less likely to have noticed the events in the far south.
"Sir, I have some new information about Patrick and his master that you may be very important."
"Yes I'm well aware of it."
"Um... What do you mean?"
"You were very careful in your preparations and precautions, but you forgot about the Shadows, you had them guarding the ceremony and the tent where you spoke with the reincarnated Leon. And everything a Shadow can hear or see I know of."
"But knowing this you didn't interfere, you don't even seem that mad I brought back Leon?"
"I have always trusted your judgement and you did learn some interesting information, as for Leon well if you hadn't brought him back I might not have gotten to watch this."
Velorius pointed up to the mirror and the image's it showed became larger and clearer, revealing the ongoing battle between Leon and Sephiroth.
"Is that who I think it is?"
"Yep, Sephy! Who else has hair like that, wields a sword with such skill and is unbelievably ho- er.. handsome."
"But how and whats going on? Sephiroth should have sliced Leon clean in two?"
"You underestimate Leon, after you left him he altered his body structure from the shell you made into his original body, still I think whoever brought Sephiroth here messed up, at full strength Sephy should swat a bug like Leon 80% of the time. But here he's barely holding his own... blah!"

On the mirror the two combatants were weakened and starring at each other, the battle nearing it's end. Velorius suddenly got up out of his seat.
"I think it is time to intervene!"
"But given the circumstances should we? After all Leon says the same thing as Patrick this world is Nahl's, we have no right to meddle if things are being returned to there natural state."
"I'll interfere because one" Velorius opinted up at the mirror "They have directly meddled in another universe. Two when Ryhalt spoke with Patrick, he made reference to using this world as a stepping stone to attacking other worlds and our information indicates Nahl only made this one, and I hate transdimensional empires. Oh and third I really don't like the way this Nahl git does things."
With that Velorius opened a portal and stepped through.