March 16: - Crossover: Final Fantasy VII/Sailor Moon, Sephiroth/Sailor Saturn: Violence - They are a dance of destructive force.
She sees his eyes widen when she twists away from the strike, ozone sparks screaming as they briefly and gloriously clash, metal and violets on her tongue, the dark fabric of space veiling her, clinging to the sweep of her arms in deep purple-black. She’s almost star studded in the velvet shadows; he screams silver and Mako-green, the almost lazy power in his sword and long hair.
He was the general, the head of the spear, the force that drove ahead. She is the shadows, the weapon the wise are afraid to wield and it is a strange satisfaction to see the consideration in his eyes, the amused respect. He meets and matches her violence and she knows—knows—that should they wish they could split apart worlds with the simple sweep of blades, that they could rend galaxies with the deep midnight song of her power, the crackling electric green illumination of his.
The power and the force in each movement sways them, pushed them apart. If he could touch her, she might be conquered. If she could touch him, she would draw his life apart with a graceful touch, blind Justice and Death all at once, balancing scales and scythe. She tells him she will not suffer him to live.
His only answer is a slow, lazy smile. Power is already twisting under her tongue, deep and cool and violent with the desire to be unleashes, and her grip on the glaive tightens.