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Post by servant on Apr 1, 2009 15:48:44 GMT -5
... What? He was going to let him flee? Not one to look a gifted horse in the mouth, Nicholas quickly scrambled up from the ground, made for his sword, snatched it from the ground and before Sephiroth could change his mind made for the exit as fast as he could.
Forget courtesy! Forget everything! Now was the time to flee, even if it was completely uncool and whatnot.
'Who cares! We're not cool! It's more important to be alive!
... but come back when I'm stronger? A re-match? Seriously? ... I may need to take a raincheck on becoming stronger.'
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Post by kempff on Apr 2, 2009 15:41:21 GMT -5
When the challenger left, so did the doors close behind him.
When would someone come to answer his call? Someone to challenge him as Cloud did. Sephiroth looked about the arena, sighed, and knew this was not enough. This world would need to be turned inside out entirely. Yes, then more challengers would come.
Perhaps even Cloud.
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