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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I knew ever since I was a child, I was not like the others. I knew mine was a special existence. With his punch intercepted so easily, the silver-haired SOLDIER became rather flustered, his face coloring momentarily out of embarrassment and complete fury. The response of their onlookers was to be expected they murmured excitedly, startled that the larger man, and an unknown face at that, had so easily put a stop to such a powerful blow without a moment??s hesitation. The dark-haired man was powerful, Sephiroth was forced to begrudgingly admit inwardly. He lowered his arm, peeved with the way his talkative companion had taken on a soothing tone, trying to placate him, and daring to deem himself even on a level upon which he could refer to himself as a friend to himself. His blue eyes flashed with ferocity nothing like any that had been seen before as he stared Angeal down, but outwardly he remained fairly collected aside from the notable tension in his thin shoulders and the way his elegant hands were curled into fists. Then, Gods forbid, the man kept talking. And kept talking still. And the more nonsense that was spoken, the less inclined Sephiroth felt to spare his physical wellbeing. ?Spare my pride ?!? he sputtered, his pale face somehow managing to attain an unimaginable expression of fury yet still appear painfully beautiful at the very same time. ?How? how DARE you!? He was livid, apparently, and Angeal??s words seemed to have done the opposite of what he had been intending. ?What do you know of pride, country boy? You who has made nothing of his pathetic life?? It was a combination of his paternal tone, as though he were lecturing him on the morality of his actions, as well as the meaning of his words and their audience that caused the top-class SOLDIER to react in the way that he did. He moved his entire body, taking on the stance of a well trained fighter of hand-to-hand combat and launched himself at Angeal with daunting speed, the force of his boots propelling him from the ground one that could only be called inhuman, his arms poised offensively he meant to strike him in one of his more delicate areas, namely the face or the stomach. ?You disgust me!? he cried as his hand would make contact with the other??s body, his eyes appearing more feline than before, the slits more obvious. His hair flew out behind him in a curtain of white, not unlike the backdrop of angel wings or a cloak of pure silver. He swung his leg up immediately to strike him in the side of he found the opening to do so, coupled with another insult, ?You are no comrade of mine!? In Sephiroth??s eyes Angeal had done the unthinkable, stepping in the path of one far greater than he, insulted him, and then dared to act as though by doing so he was doing him a favor. He could retch he was so furious, blinded by rage, a complete monster of pent up emotions. It was not entirely the other SOLDIER??s fault the prodigy had a lot of pent up frustration and hardly found anywhere to appropriately direct them. Training was the most ideal way, but he found that the effort was wasted there for the drills to him were nothing but child??s play. He saw this as an opportunity to not only squash this ??pride?? of his, but to make an example out of a mouthy piece of scum in the face of onlookers who may have for some unthinkable reason begun to doubt Sephiroth. So it was for various reasons that he up until this point he did not bother to acknowledge Genesis??s presence, if he had really noticed him at all. I knew ever since I was a child, I was not like the others. I knew mine was a special existence. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------