Sephiroth raised his right hand above his head, the Barrier materia in his arm shining out as a Reflect shield formed around him. 'You're not the only one with shields...'
The destructive force of the spell took its force out on his shield, destroying it. He might be able to cast another one, but if Kefka brought anything more powerful to the battle it would be virtually useless.
How many spells do you have now? he wondered, flying out through the blaze, Masamune's blade shining red-hot in its wake. It seemed his sword had a habit of turning his opponent's moves upon themselves.
Sephiroth brought Masamune across in the same sweeping arc as before, but vanished just before it hit - the move was merely a feint; if Kefka tried to block it, he would only be hit from another angle - reappearing behind Kefka with a Comet spell erupting from his right hand.