[So much anger! It's like Zack had somehow known exactly the form Sephiroth would take, hand known exactly how to hold his hand for fingers to curl properly around the grip. It's like Sephiroth is made for Zack, even though he's always preferred the bigger, bulkier Buster sword. But oh, nothing could prepare him for the blackness that envelops him like a suffocating blanket; even taking a breath seems to require tremendous effort. There's a pressure building inside of him and before he even realizes it Zack's taken two steps, arms already moving to bring Sephiroth to bear in a forward slash that sweeps into a guard position. It's entirely different from wielding his own sword, requiring an entirely different style of fighting but that doesn't matter; he just knows what to do.]
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[So much anger! It's like Zack had somehow known exactly the form Sephiroth would take, hand known exactly how to hold his hand for fingers to curl properly around the grip. It's like Sephiroth is made for Zack, even though he's always preferred the bigger, bulkier Buster sword. But oh, nothing could prepare him for the blackness that envelops him like a suffocating blanket; even taking a breath seems to require tremendous effort. There's a pressure building inside of him and before he even realizes it Zack's taken two steps, arms already moving to bring Sephiroth to bear in a forward slash that sweeps into a guard position. It's entirely different from wielding his own sword, requiring an entirely different style of fighting but that doesn't matter; he just knows what to do.]