So many times he got hit, it seemed to be glancing and only because he permitted it and did not waver as he allowed a feather or talon to cut his cheek or ice to score his side or leg and even then it might have been only an illusion. The red cloak whipped in the wind, the dark leather was sturdy and hid a lot. What little of his expression can be seen at any given time never appears affected.
There's a ring of avians in broken bones, blood and feathers layered around him. Perhaps Sephiroth had finished off a few; but most were a result of trying to dive in and finding the Outsider drawn and used to send a bullet through the monster's head.
Or he simply lashed out with the metal claws or armor-clad boot to knock them into the pile before finishing it off.
Honestly, Sephiroth could have probably done this own. Vincent.... might have needed a bit more cover than a beaten up troop transport just as he is now. Though on that count? He could feel he was running out of time. Not the bullets. Something else.
"Tch." The former Turk had meant to down the Zu, not wing it. This is definitively corrected with a subtle adjustment and the crack of a shot... two intended to strike between the eyes.
That's the price of hesitation and lingering around. But the fourth will be allowed to leave, seeing that it turns away from the direction of the Convoy.
The second breaks as well, turning to wing after the fourth after the first crashes into the ground. It did not like its odds, did not enjoy the specter of assured death that rose like a palpable aura. It wasn't just the proof of their skill that lay littered around. Everything about Sephiroth says naga to them, but there's something else underneath.
And that's no less than some growing thing within the dark haired man that fought alongside him. Nothing awaited here but an end.
And... well, that only leaves the third which came to ground and tried to hide behind a pile of corpses. A foolish folly.
mebbe say that after u get out of a series installation with 3 subweapons
So many times he got hit, it seemed to be glancing and only because he permitted it and did not waver as he allowed a feather or talon to cut his cheek or ice to score his side or leg and even then it might have been only an illusion. The red cloak whipped in the wind, the dark leather was sturdy and hid a lot. What little of his expression can be seen at any given time never appears affected.
There's a ring of avians in broken bones, blood and feathers layered around him. Perhaps Sephiroth had finished off a few; but most were a result of trying to dive in and finding the Outsider drawn and used to send a bullet through the monster's head.
Or he simply lashed out with the metal claws or armor-clad boot to knock them into the pile before finishing it off.
Honestly, Sephiroth could have probably done this own. Vincent.... might have needed a bit more cover than a beaten up troop transport just as he is now. Though on that count? He could feel he was running out of time. Not the bullets. Something else.
"Tch." The former Turk had meant to down the Zu, not wing it. This is definitively corrected with a subtle adjustment and the crack of a shot... two intended to strike between the eyes.
That's the price of hesitation and lingering around. But the fourth will be allowed to leave, seeing that it turns away from the direction of the Convoy.
The second breaks as well, turning to wing after the fourth after the first crashes into the ground. It did not like its odds, did not enjoy the specter of assured death that rose like a palpable aura. It wasn't just the proof of their skill that lay littered around. Everything about Sephiroth says naga to them, but there's something else underneath.
And that's no less than some growing thing within the dark haired man that fought alongside him. Nothing awaited here but an end.
And... well, that only leaves the third which came to ground and tried to hide behind a pile of corpses. A foolish folly.