Sephiroth raised his hand, a few teeth of his own now showing; his arm glowed with multiple materia as he swept both arms outwards dramatically, pushing the explosions some distance from himself with a wave of force. The outburst of power was still enough to knock him back, but he had saved himself from total destruction at least...
'I may not be a god, but my mother came close,' he almost growled, stepping forward forcefully.
The leather material at his hips began to rip as two somethings began forcing their way out on either side of his waist as he walked; he stopped a short distance from Kefka as two massive wings emerged. 'Try this,' he said, dashing around his opponent with increased speed; he flitted forward and slashed across - vanished - instantly struck again from the side - gone - soared down from above - another blow.