The battlefield is chaos, a whirlwind of clashing steel, deafening explosions, and shouts that seem to come from every direction. You’re holding your own, but the sheer number of enemies is overwhelming. You're waning, your mind forgetting your training and you're taking blow after blow after blow. Your eyes struggle to focus as the enemy closes in but then-

He’s there.

Sephiroth moves like a storm, his Masamune slicing through the air with deadly precision. Every swing clears a path around you, his presence as commanding as it is terrifying to your enemies. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t even glance your way, but the way he places himself between you and danger is deliberate, his movements calculated to shield you from every strike.