Sephiroth: *drops back to the ground after Sesshou splatters, and he yanks at her clawed hand, loudly coughing as he gasps for air. As the arm’s grip loosens itself, he finally manages to pry it off, then begins gasping for air, coughing. He stands up properly once more and brushes himself off, scowling down at the remains of ‘Sesshou’ on the ground, snarling* What the hell was that thing… *bends down to dip a finger in the black ooze, wanting to know what it’s made out of(*