Sephiroth's arms come up as Connor's tackle connects, but Sephiroth keeps his feet, only sliding backwards a short distance before properly bracing himself. He's still smirking as they grapple, like trying to keep Connor's teeth from reaching his neck is the most fun he's had all month.

Connor's nails rake into his forearm, but Sephiroth ignores it and shoves forward with his own strength, aiming to throw the other man off balance.