The energy struck the van, cutting sharply through it as if it were made of paper, which didn't do it a great deal of good, to say the least. At least the clean cut made for neat wreckage.

When the man who had jumped out of the vehicle called out, Sephiroth stopped moving, sheathed his sword. He wasn't sure if he trusted the Turk, but he was curious.

He disappeared again, only to appear closer--but not close enough that he couldn't retreat in an instant if needed. He was listening.