Sephiroth: *growls and tries to stay standing firm, but because the rocks under him are slippery, down he goes again. In his panic, he grabs out for Jenna’s arm, more than likely dragging her under with him*
Cid: Whiner! My ship flies like a dream, you’re just sensitive. *the plane jerks into the air once warmed up, and Cid pilots it away from the Northern Crater*