"Mine is also inert." Eight gleaming orbs, entirely useless; he'd tested them all. It's troublesome but not world ending, he's gotten by without them before. Though it was becoming more and more likely they're not somewhere he knows, that Vincent also has materia isn't a surprise. Everyone did. Everyone sold it, so why not?

Sephiroth's range is absolutely ridiculous for a melee fighter, especially when he could jump considerable heights easily, but if there's no need to go to such lengths, he's going to save a bit of energy in case there's other, bigger, nastier things following these in the storm.

There's not a lot being said but not a lot needed to, Vincent clearly understood his role here and he appreciated that. The casters needed to be brought down first, and as soon as gunfire rings out he moves to intercept - it doesn't matter if they even get a chance to hit the ground, their earlier 'prey' quick to catch up and mercilessly cut them down.

It's fine, they're not people.

It does mean that the hungry flock's theoretical food is back out in the open, somehow aware he is, for the time being, on the menu under 'Delicious Naga', and several reorient quickly from shiny truck to tasty snack.