Sephiroth: *lunges the piece of wood into Hojo’s arm as he opens the door, only managing to make a mild scratch* Shit… *backs up, whacking Hojo with the wood as he comes into the room* Run, Noemi!!
Hojo: *growls and raises his arm up to try and stop himself from being whacked so much. He smirks grabs the wooden rod, yanking it out of Sephy’s hands, tossing it out of the holding cell* I don’t think so. Now sit down and accept your treatment. I’ve missed working with you for years.