Final Fantasy Main Story RP Arc X

“So Sephiroth is more important than me, or even Clo-“ Aerith whispered before she felt a spell that was being cast on her. She felt it surround her body and started to take control, but she couldn't stop it, she saw red, as anger clouded her mind. It didn't matter to Zack that he had hurt her, he was too worried about hurting the feelings of her murderer.

Pushing herself away from Zack, Aerith summoned the magic in her hand as she then threw it towards Zack, torn in hoping that it would hit, the other that the fire spell would be dodged from Zack's reflexes.

"We all have choices, Zack." Aerith answered as she threw out another fire spell, that was quickly followed by an ice spell.

"And mine is to return you to my side."

"Who? My murderer? Maybe I should kill him first, so you would stop worrying about him, Zack." Aerith replied.

She felt as if she was in a daze, anger was running through her veins and there was nothing she could do to stop it, but maybe the worst thing was, she didn't want too. Nero had cast a spell on her that allowed her to quickly cast spells that would take more time if she didn't have this spell on her.

"Would you like that Zack?" Aerith asked.

“SHINRA? SHINRA!” Aerith started to laugh uncontrollably.

“You’re forgetting something, Shinra never, NEVER told Sephiroth to kill me, or try to destroy the Planet. You need to stop making excuses for Sephiroth; you need to choose between me or Sephiroth, before I make the chose for you.” Aerith hissed before throwing another spell, slow; however it wasn’t aimed at Zack, but behind her where Nero and Sephiroth were fighting and the white haired male was the target.

Aerith was shocked as Zack wrapped his arms around her tight, holding her in his arms, the warmth brought back memories that she wish she could completely erase, erase all the pain that they had lived through, but it seemed it wouldn’t be the same.

“I’m sorry then. Because like how I felt in the Lifestream that you cared more for Cloud than me. I feel the way about Sephiroth now.” Zack said.

“That isn’t true, Zack. But you have made your choice, a choice that I will not forgive.” Aerith whispered coldly as his answer had chilled her heart once more, she knew he could feel the spell that she was about to cast, as blizzage threaten to take him as she release it, she didn’t wish to hurt Zack, but she knew that she need to at least knock him out, so she could help Nero.

((Totally forgot you tagged me last night, played more KH. My bad, haha... sorry >.>))

Vorpal winds surged violently at him. He cursed, bringing his arms up to shield his eyes. He cast an MBarrier on himself instantly, but it couldn't save him completely. His wings were drawn in as he felt himself be sucked into the cyclone. Unlike the others, he had never practiced flying with actual wings. He cursed as he opened his eyes, trying to get a perspective on his location.

Between the wind and the flurry of grey feathers that had come out of his own wings, he couldn't see anything.

Damnit, he cursed mentally. I'm sitting here like a duck and it won't be long until Sephiroth shoots me out of the sky! I suppose I only have one real option left...

A demonic part of him suddenly smirked.

The emerald cloak of fire returned and began growing. It merged with the magic of his magic barrier and then began growing, merging with the Aeroga that had been cast upon him as well. A cyclone of fire began to grow and had become a pillar of green flame from the sky to the ground. "Hahahaha," Nero cackled wildly as he expanded the fiery windstorm.

Nero and Jenova smiled, "A fitting end for a man who has walked through fire and death many times before. This fire will only end on my command, Sephiroth. Defeating me is the only way out of this hell hole, and I will not let anyone else in. Be assured, this battle will be only between you and I."

His wings opened and he dropped down. His raw feet cracked the ground as he landed. "But I suppose now we ask who will win... Could it be you, saviour, chosen by the planet, always seeking your 'redemption'? Or will it be I, the supreme ruler of the Negative Lifestream?"

He laughed loudly before a three-barreled gun of fire formed in his hand.

It was a copy of Cerberus, Vincent's weapon. He raised it to aim at Sephiroth and offered a smile before he shot several rounds. Each round were three twirling fire spells, seeking to aim and destroy.