Between the two of them, the could-have-been horde of goblins are soon driven back, before making for a full retreat. Squealing and grumbling as they go.

"Hm." Sephiroth doesn't chase them too far, and comes to a stop as it becomes obvious that they are all falling back. He flicks the bangs to his hair more of his eyes and both sheathes his weapons and stands back upright, the great fall of his hair falling neatly back into place behind him.

Then he turns and looks for the marksman that had been fighting with him. Of course, he's no clue who Vincent even is.

"Good job."