[Her sword flying overhead is just a glint of silver and a clatter on the ground, the only confirmation Sephiroth needs to gauge its distance. It’ll be awkward for her to retrieve it without leaving herself open to him, and he can only hope this works to his advantage. He needs an opportunity to truly get in close, to try to snap her out of whatever thrall she’s under, and even if that just means stilling her hands and keeping her pinned until it wears off, then he’s willing to spend as long as needed to do so.
Naturally, she doesn’t make it easy on him. Ciri unsheathes her dagger, and Sephiroth frowns, the line of his jaw gone hard.]
Ciri, listen to me. I’m not your enemy. Whatever you’re seeing, it’s not— it’s not real.
[Cool and controlled as it is, he cannot tamp down the edge of anxiety threaded through his words, only because it’s her. He needs to focus. He keeps a keen eye on her footwork, trying to guess where she’ll head, and after a few perilous seconds pass, it seems she’s simply decided to lunge at him.
So much for his advantage. Sephiroth turns his body halfway to align with the hallway, sword arm flung outwards, useless as it is up close. She misses, and he thrusts his body to the side, aiming to shoulder-check her right into her chest. If she's staggers, he's reaching out to grip at the wrist holding the dagger.]
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Naturally, she doesn’t make it easy on him. Ciri unsheathes her dagger, and Sephiroth frowns, the line of his jaw gone hard.]
Ciri, listen to me. I’m not your enemy. Whatever you’re seeing, it’s not— it’s not real.
[Cool and controlled as it is, he cannot tamp down the edge of anxiety threaded through his words, only because it’s her. He needs to focus. He keeps a keen eye on her footwork, trying to guess where she’ll head, and after a few perilous seconds pass, it seems she’s simply decided to lunge at him.
So much for his advantage. Sephiroth turns his body halfway to align with the hallway, sword arm flung outwards, useless as it is up close. She misses, and he thrusts his body to the side, aiming to shoulder-check her right into her chest. If she's staggers, he's reaching out to grip at the wrist holding the dagger.]