Sephiroth made another tired sigh at Jenna, this time just shaking his head in response. He wasn’t the least bit impressed with her antics by now, and although he was immensely curious and frustrated by now, he didn’t want to give her any satisfaction of knowing she had gotten to him by losing his temper over it.
“Fine.” He coldly hissed out in reply. “Let’s begin this ridiculous ordeal.” He stepped back from her, taking five paces away. He twirled his sword around in his left hand, then extended his right one, attempting to cast a volley of Firaga at her footing.