The sound of rainfall is faint, nearly drowned out by the clashing of swords. Sephiroth's masamune was longer than your blade, longer than he was tall.

It didn't come as a surprise when he landed a clean blow to your chest, because you underestimated his reach. A small wheeze could be heard from you as you struggle to breathe for a moment.

Then a dark chuckle resonates through the air.

"On your knees, I want you to beg for forgiveness."