Sephiroth: I’ll do that when it becomes convenient to do so… *grunts slightly with fatigue, but continues to run, soon leaping into the air once he figures he is out of range of the spells* Good… *picks himself up under his own levitational powers and soars into the air, taking flight. He quickly flies up and out of Midgar, eyeing the Highwind* I see they fixed it… hmph. So where do we go now? I need a bath. And food. And sleep. Preferrably in that order.
Cloud: *suspiciously eyes the cloning tanks, then turns his back on them, because he sees nothing inside them* Come on. Lets’ go back to the Highwind now that this is all over. We’ll regroup and plot our next action.