Sephiroth bared a few teeth in some cross between glee and intimidation, leaping forwards towards the OPTs who had appeared, loud cracks sounding in the air as his wing ripped through it.
He slashed Masamune upwards, its point arcing seven feet from its wielder in a powerful strike. Releasing his grip on the hilt with his right hand, he opened his eyes wide, his pupils dilating powerfully as he stared down his next target; underneath the black leather of his sleeve, a red glow began and intensified; he raised his right hand and a powerful ball of flame leapt from his gloved palm, striking another foe.
'Someone else can do the rest of the work,' he murmured, flitting back to join the group.