Sephiroth had been tense as they had waited. He was the type to mentally go over and over a scenario and find all the ways it could go wrong. And something was wrong. He could tell; it just didn’t feel right. York wasn’t being attacked at all. And when he tried to call Keith and failed to receive an answer, he spread his wings and flew off.

It wasn’t entirely a surprise to see the struggle, but it was angering. He should have been here sooner!

He dropped down by Keith’s assailant, bringing the sword into view as he pointed it warningly. “Let him go.”