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Leon's eyes twitched as he stared at Sephiroth. He. Would. Not. Blink! While he was engaged in the staring contest, he slowly healed his legs. He could only guess that Sephiroth was doing the same thing because the shape of his aura changed considerably. So Leon waited, never breaking eye contact with his old rival...Then the other man nodded and the two blinked in unison and stood up. "Shall we then?" Sephiroth asked, taking his fighting stance.

(Sairin: Kata Tsubasa no Tenshi~Advent: One-Winged Angel by Uematsu Nobuo can be heard in the background...)
Leon grinned, "Of course. Just...lets try not to destroy my city, eh?" He closed his eyes, "You will find that I have been..." His body rippled with dark energy as the crimson smoke started pouring from his eyes again, "...holding back, my dear Sephiroth." His six white wings sprout from the charred bones on his back, and his hair turned snow-white. The red in his eyes faded until they were black, a deep blue soon replacing the blackness. Finally, the dark energy flowing from him converted instantly into a holy light, "Einst fin!" Leonardo rushed at Sephiroth, Perun's sword appearing in his hands in Zanbatō form. It quickly shrank and took the form of a Murasame as he swung at Sephiroth's side. Sephiroth quickly brought his own Masamune up to block. The two legendary swords scraped against each other and tiny explosions resulted from the clash of between who were two of the best swordsmen in all of Pan Xian. Leon pushed off from Sephiroth's sword and back flipped, planting himself on the side of a building and then launching at the man again. He rammed his shoulder into his opponent's chest to knock him off balance, but Sephiroth countered, catching him, spinning around, and hurling him far east. Leon crashed through many ruined buildings in Fellpoli, and then smashed into the city wall. Sephiroth was not far behind him...
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Ixahrejem growled, "We need to get going! Do not look back!" As he turned to continue his run south, hundreds of shadow creatures appeared in the road and on the roofs of buildings, "Damn this Patrick! He really doesn't want us to leave this city!" His hands ignited, and the flames crawled up his arms, slowly consuming him. "you people go a head to the south gates...i will take these punks and catch up with you. The Motosuwa have given me drive and purpose...I wont let their gem be shattered. Now fly you fools!" He rushed forward and cleared a path for them to pass through and then turned to the left and began to attack them ferociously.

Atrius nodded slowly and looked at the others, Hiruga still on his shoulder, "Well...the madman gave us an order! Lets go!" He turned and ran through the path created by Ixahrejem followed closely by Raejib.

A figure in a black robe walks up to Hiruga and snaps, causing the shadows to disperse, "Oal fae gwil'twi?" He grinned, though the demon couldn't see it through the shadow cast by his hood, "Laevon oupio faal...gwis?"

(No heartless...Leon, Hiruga, and Kenshin killed them all 6000 years ago. ) xd

Raejib's elf ear twitch and he turned around, "M...m...SOME ONE CASTED METEOR!" His face went pale as he pointed to the giant mass of rock and ice that was falling towards the city...

The figure took off its hood...his face was Hiruga's save for the fact that it was slightly more demonic and still shadowed even after the hood was taken off, "Oae gael nim..." A sword appeared in his hand and he rushed towards Hiruga, bringing the sword down on his head.....

The figure turned to Hiruga and lunged at him, his sword poised to stab him, "Maireann croí éadrom i bhfad. Ni heolas go haontios!"

The figure growled, "Lift your sword and fight!" A long sword appears in front of Hiruga, floating lazily...

Ciaran growled. "Well, this just keeps getting better." His hand flashed, several darts finding their targets. The brilliant violet of his left eye began to bleed over to his right, the scar around it fading to be replaced by deep red marks on his cheeks and arms. His hair grew long, simple brown and blue garb changed to deep black and silver, loose fabric wrapped about his waist, a short feathery cape draped off his shoulders.

The half-demon leaped from his horse's back, much to the relief of the animal (who didn't much care for having a demon on its back) and planted his feet solidly in the ruin-strewn street. "This isn't going to be pleasant." The city was old, power he could easily draw on still lingered from the earlier conflicts, some lay hidden deeper, older, deceptively calm and much harder to draw upon. Ciaran threw open the channels through which he drew power in, bracing himself for it to wash over him, through him, and into his cupped hands. The young energy eagerly leaped to him, and Ciaran wove it into a sort of net over the greatest area of the city. The older energy came slower, more deliberate, but with inexorable force, and he wove that into the net, creating a huge shield.

"If someone would be so kind as to make this thing into a few more manageable chunks?" he ground out through clenched teeth.

Hiruga quickly grabs the sword by the hilt and brings it back as if it were sheathed. As the figure drew close enough, he swings away from the tip of his sword and swings upward toward his face..