Sekhmet: *scowls at Rizon’s requests and snorts* I am not going to shoot idiotic arrows and throw spears at you. That would be an utter waste of time. Anyway, *reaches out to press the claw on her index finger against the underside of his neck, just where the head meets the neck* All dragons have a sweet spot right here. All one needs to do is get something lodged in that soft skin, and then, you get a dead dragon in no time. Everyone knows that.
Hope: *groggily rubs her eyes and yawns as she stirs. She looks about her current surroundings, but doesn’t seem to be fully aware as to where she is. So, she’d be less than aware of Sephiroth’s approach*