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Cloud Strife ⬤ Final Fantasy VII
residential district ⬤ Level 2 Apartment
moonblessing ⬤ Sanguis
residential district ⬤ Level 2 Apartment
moonblessing ⬤ Sanguis
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With the angel's own resilience, he was less concerned about actually hurting her. His swords were staying out of this equation. Besides, it seems like this battle was all but won as he used his strength in a bid to overpower her. And at first... ]
Got y- [ ...it almost works. Except for the part where she firmly plants her feet square into his midsection. Not only does that punch the air out of his lungs, his eyes bulge as his body practically folds like an accordion from the sheer force of her kick. And guess what? His grip on her upper arms slips (not without leaving behind traces of scratches) as he's yeeted through the air once again. Not the most graceful of landings either as his body rolls across the floor before slamming the back of his head. ]
..........ugh...
[ Violently shaking his head, he grits his teeth as that aggression threatens to climb. She's making him look like a complete ass. All over some goddamn cereal? Given her hair trigger tendencies with Backlace (that he's experienced first hand), he wonders just how much of this was the crimson moon anyway. Normally he would have backed down and walked away by now...and there's a lingering thought that asks maybe if they should stop before even more damage was accrued. ]
!
[ His head pounds. It throbs. And a wave of heat courses through his entire being as the pull of Sanguis' moon grows stronger. No. He doesn't want to stop this. Not until he's gotten some kind of payback. This was stupid. All of this was so stupid and he didn't care. Cloud pulls himself to his feet, staring her down with a deeply furrowed brow. ]
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Ignoring the bright red, hair-thin lines of blood drawn from the drag of his claws, Panty rolls easily up to her feet again roughly around the time he does.
Still wearing that infuriating grin of hers, of course. ]
Yawn. [ Just casually pivoting to turn her back to him, one arm outthrust (scratches and all) over her head, the other helping to pull and really stretch out that muscle. Showing off, naturally. ] You plan on putting up a fight, or are you gonna bore me to death first?
[ And sauntering on back a couple steps to spin and face him again, giving the taunting lift of her chin, and worse, the little 'come on' beckoning gesture an owner might make towards a playful puppy.
Heel, boy. ]
You can do better than that.
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...
[ A rumble in his throat, deeper and almost gravelly by nature. Then...he closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath in through his nose. And exhales. ...even if that exhale was a tad on the aggravated side still. When his eyes open again, they no longer have that serpentine slit to them, even if he still has that look that screams,
'I'm gonna kick your ass.' ]
You're right.
[ This time, instead of diving after her in a lupine-fueled rage, the taller blond slowly starts closing that distance between them as he strolls up. ]
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Since he seems to have cooled down not to be as easily taunted into doing what she wants, Panty's barracuda grin drifts to a less toothy but equally smug smirk, watching him pace forwards from under her eyelashes. Somehow, she manages to make it both mocking and coy at the same time. ]
Cute tantrum though.
[ Please. He still thinks he has a chance? After that? Cloud, you really need to quit aiming so far above your league.
As he starts to get within touching distance, she just settles her hands on her hips. No backing away, no budging, no nada. This is her territory, remember? He ain't gonna push her around her own home so easily. ]
Take your best shot. I fucking dare you.
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[ His best shot, huh? He's curious now... ]
You sure about that?
[ Even now, the thought of actually striking her wasn't what he had in mind. Even though she was clearly trying to goad him into it or rile him up. Congratulations, Panty Anarchy. You've succeeded. ...in at least keeping him just as pissed off as you were.
When he's well within her own striking distance, he moves to rest a hand on her shoulder. If she lets him get that far, it's all what will lead up to him taking her up on her offer. ]
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Are you shitting her? That's just disappointing.
She was expecting, I dunno, a proper punch? Or a kick? Or... something, you know? Either he's got even worse stamina than she thought, or this is his way of wimping out. As usual.
Panty rolls her eyes, automatically moving to swat his hand away from her shoulder without much thought to it. ]
Positive. Not that I'm expecting much from you, cupcake.
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Or...
Before she can even reach his shoulder to bat his hand away, his other hand snaps around her slender wrist. The next sequence of events happens without a single beat to skip. No build-up, no warning, nada. It's Panty's insane divine power versus Cloud's inhuman SOLDIER strength. Whoever was stronger didn't seem to matter in this flash of a moment as he's already wrenching her arm behind her back. When did he get behind her?! He wasn't done there however, his free hand grabbing a fistful of her luscious hair by the back of her head. One would think that he learned after the last time he yanked her hair, but Cloud wasn't thinking about any of that, using his strength to suddenly shove Panty against the nearest wall.
It was one thing to have Panty pressed chest first against the wall, one hand twisting her arm up the center of her back and the other in her hair...
...but what would she do about the feeling of his breath against the shell of her ear? Not to mention having his body pressed against her from behind, effectively pinning her. ]
You say something, Panty?
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Panty's face, meet wall. Or rather her cheek anyway, expression much more sour now that her genius idea of taunting him has backfired. Especially when his stupid teasing on her ear is making some terrifically obvious shivers travel down her spine in all the right ways. This was such a bad plan.
......
Or was it? ]
Oh, Cloud...? [ That's her queue to turn on that sultry pornstar voice, slightly singsong, like they're just lovers in a playful spat. If he thinks she's gonna go easy on him just for taking a little initiative, he's so wrong. Like, hella wrong. Her voice drops to a purr, slowly and pointedly pressing her hips back against his, just to distract him from how the one arm not in his grasp is slowly rising to brace against the wall. Almost there. ] Harder, daddy.
[ On the heels of that particular gem, Panty winds a foot behind his (all the better for unbalancing his cocky ass), widens her stance, and pushes off from the wall with every ounce of strength she's got. Just a little something she likes to call surprise motherbitch how do you like me now?
A.k.a turning the tables. That too.
And now it's Cloud that's slammed with his back to the wall, hopefully hard enough to give her enough time to crank things up a notch. Or three...
Well. You probably know how this goes as she retorts: ]
How about this: repent, you motherfucker!
[ It's ON now. ]
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OR Panty can just ramp things up like a little shit as her sultry tones reach his ears. Of course, it's not enough to make him loosen his grip on her at first. If anything, it has him pressing her harder against the wall. ...up to the point where he can suddenly feel her hips pressing back against his. His lip turns into a half frown to that connection. It's made even more prominent considering that neither one was receiving Chroma from their initially spiteful spat...until the part where she's practically got her ass grinding up against him oh-so-slowly. ] Ggh-
[ "Harder, daddy." ]
Wha- [ Theeere's the counterattack. The blond's face floods with crimson, eyes widening as his grip on her shakes for only half a second. Half a second is all the angel needs before he's the one getting pushed off of her, and suddenly slammed with his back against the wall. Now the roles are reversed as the back of his head hits the wall and hard. Shit. Was it really letting his guard down? Or were his Sanguis urges starting to sway just a little off the side of aggression? If they have, he hasn't noticed. ...not yet. ]
I ain't repenting for jack!
[ A lot of talk for a guy whose face was as ripe as a tomato. The halo and wings were definitely new. Slightly at odds with the horns on her head, mind, but she certainly fit the bill of "angel" by stereotypical description better. ...if one ignored the frilly short skirt, exposed midriff and her top that liked to hug her...assets just enough to be noticeable. If Cloud were any less fueled by the moon, that might have been enough to stop him in his tracks for a longer time. But for now, he can tell that she's ramping things up in more ways than one.
...
Over fucking cereal. But he's still cautious despite the urge to go in fists a-swinging. Right now he's deliberating whether he should have had a sword on him or not. Because if she's taking things this far...those panties were coming off. Any other time that thought came up, it would have been embarrassing. But in Panty's case? That's "Uh oh" territory. ...okay maybe it wasn't a good idea to whip those out?
In the apartment?! THINKING ABOUT IT? THEIR BOOKSHELF WAS WRECKED AND THE WALLS WERE ALREADY DENTED. ...not to mention the clean-up from where Chuck went splat. ]
You're gonna put more holes in the walls!
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And... uh... well.
Honestly, she's completely forgotten about the cereal. It was just an excuse to pick a fight that's been long overdue, especially with the Sanguis moon constantly needling at her nerves, winding her up with every innocuous little offence he may or may not have done on purpose.
What really scratches the itch is finally letting herself go all-out after so long handling everyone with kid gloves... a girl's gotta let loose from time to time, you know? What's a little
unfriendly wrestling between roommates?It's fine. He can take it.
With Cloud temporarily rattled enough for her to escape (admittedly part of her didn't really want to disengage but she's got a point to make here) Panty wastes little time backing away until the couch bumps into her lower back. Keep your hands to yourself, Cloud!
Preferably by staying right where he is. She ain't having none of that. ]
So what?! It's my apartment, I'll do whatever I fucking want!
[ What's that? PUT SOME HOLES IN THE WALLS? Well alrighty then, if he insists!
Whether he likes it or not, Backlace is coming off judging from how her fingers casually start drifting further up her thigh. Less to be seductive, more along the lines of a high noon standoff. ]
How about you take your ass kicking like a man instead of crying like a little bitch about it?
[ ROUND 2: FIGHT.
If he lets her keep that distance, there's no doubt Panty will be more than happy to make the apartment look like a piece of swiss cheese just for the sake of pinging him a couple times. Maximum pettiness activate. ]
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[ Welp. It ain't the lion's share, but he's acknowledging that they're roommates at least. When Backlace is whipped out in record time, Cloud is ready to bring the fight to her. Less blinded by his Sanguis rage and more focused on not blowing up the damn place, if he does make an attempt to fight back, he won't be throwing wild fists anymore at least. ]
The only ass getting kicked around here is gonna be yours! [ Armed with the knowledge that Backlace wasn't lethal to mortals, he's already briskly stepping in towards Panty with an outstretched hand for her gun. Confiscate the goods, win the fight. Sounds simple enough, right? ...even if she's already powered up.
Let's see how well that pans out for him as he makes an attempt on her gun. ]
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[ Backlace might not be lethal, but painful? Absolutely. That might or might not work in Panty's favour considering she much prefers when he's all pissy and easily predictable rather than thinking straight. Time to crank up that annoyance factor by a couple magnitudes!
As Cloud reaches for her, Panty simply leans backwards. Further. And further. And further still, until she's more or less pulled a gymnast-style backwards roll over the top of the couch to land on her feet on the other side, Backlace still in hand.
...and a loose couch pillow in the other. ]
Fucking bring it, then!
[ See, normally having a pillow thrown at you wouldn't really be much of a threat, but since it's Panty and she's done with restraining herself, she's putting a hell of a lot of arm power behind it.
And being a brat, she's aiming squarely for his face. Naturally. ]
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OOF
[ There's enough force behind that throw that if one were to take a side shot of Cloud's face, one could see it getting comedically scrunched inwards from the sheer force of it all. Right. Now play it in slow-motion and his voice just rumbles with sheer agony. His head snaps back. A peculiarly heart-shaped explosion of dust poofs into the air where the pillow makes contact with Cloud's face. Aaand he's on the floor. Any normal pillow throw would have just been annoying. THAT felt like getting slammed in the face with a flat iron slab of...something. His nose stings for sure. ]
Rrgh... [ But instead of getting back up so suddenly with a burst of Sanguis-fueled fury? ] ... Tch.
Ever since you got here it's been "my this" and "my that". [ He sits up. ] And blaming me for every little thing the second shit turns sideways on you.
[ Pulls himself back to his feet, staring her down from behind the couch. ]
I'd tell you to get the hell out, but your dumbass would just wind up jacking someone else's place again because you can't tell for shit when someone's living there already! Your apartment? I've been holding this damn place down for the past few months. You just rolled up and decided to turn this place into a goddamn 24/7 brothel, you stupid...
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...
[ Uh oh. ]
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Panty's poised to throw a second pillow with just as much gusto as the first around the time Cloud really starts to go off. Whether it's out of curiosity to see what he's going to say or genuine surprise, she doesn't fire the pillow cannon just yet--
"Your apartment? I've been holding this damn place down for the past few months. You just rolled up and decided to turn this place into a goddamn 24/7 brothel, you stupid--"
...
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MOTHERFUCKER WHAT DID YOU SAY
Right, that's her temper well and truly roused. The pillow? Dropped. What's more alarming is she carefully backs up a couple steps, gaze laser-focused on Cloud with a frightening amount of intensity.
And that's how Cloud will find himself with a sheep launching herself at him over the couch; horns, Backlace, bad attitude (or baaaaa-d attitude?), the entire angelic package.
He should probably get out of the way. If a headbutt hurt like hell, getting charged like this is bound to cause some serious damage if she connects. ]
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?!?!
[ RAM HIM?! NOW SHE'S COMING TO HIM?! Rather than get out of the way however (and risk her probably hurtling herself through the wall and into someone else's apartment,) Cloud's instincts take over. If he had his sword on him, this would have been the perfect chance to try and knock her out. But right now, all he can think of doing is grabbing life by the horns.
And by life, he means Panty. And by Panty...he means her literal horns. It sounds like tires squealing on pavement as the larger blond is immediately sent sliding across the floor, knees bent as he attempts to hold his ground. After the deafening impact wanes, the two are left in a stalemate, the swordsman's muscles positively pumping as his hands are on her sheep horns. ]
Rrrrgh—!
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not that wayPanty's not quite sure what infuriates her more - that he's able to react so quickly, or that he's even able to defend himself at all. The jarring impact and sudden slowing of momentum only gets a hissing exhale through gritted teeth as they struggle to push one way or the other, apparently locked in a stalemate.
He's strong. Absurdly so. While that wouldn't normally be a concern if she was thinking straight, the Sanguis influence has her blinded to her surroundings or any other strategy beyond DOMINATE.
Panty throws all her body weight behind pressing forwards, gaining maybe half a step of progress before she's brought to a halt again, deceptively lean muscles of her upper shoulders and neck shuddering with effort. Chances are pretty good she'll regret her recklessness once the soreness sets in a couple hours down the line. ]
Will you just -- [ Another inch. And another. A slow but inexorable advance. ] -- give it up already!
[ No doubt about it. She plans to... bleat the living daylights out of him.
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The tips of his claws start to scratch into her horns, leaving marks from how sharp they were. When he attempts to throw her one way, it fails and he's finding himself getting pushed back some more. He doesn't want to genuinely hurt her at this stage. The high he's on is gradually beginning to wane, but that does little for the fact that beneath that exterior of his was a fighter. And like hell was Cloud going to let himself throw in the towel just yet. ]
You -- [ Twists her head. Finds himself sliding to the side a little. Away from the wall that she would have no doubt blasted him through. ] -- first!
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Damn it. This isn't working.
By now one of her hands has come up to grip his wrist, digging her nails in none-too-gently while they glare at each other. Mostly being petty when she can, seeing as Cloud is far too wise to her tricks to let up even a little bit over some minor scratches.
Stalemate. He could arguably turn her aside with enough effort, but that wouldn't keep her from getting up and starting the process all over again.
For once in her life brute strength isn't going to get her out of this. Stocking would laugh her fat diabetic ass off if she --
...
...wait.
Stocking.
What would Stocking do if she was in Panty's shoes? That girl's a gigantic thorn in Panty's side, but she always has a way to find an angle to open someone up to Backlace's bullets. Think, Panty.
The angel's eyes narrow as the gears in her head start turning, gaze darting from glaring at Cloud, to the empty hallway on either side, to the claws anchored in the white bone of her horns.
She needs distance. And to do that, she has to... ]
!
[ There it is. That little lightbulb moment.
The snarl on her lips begins to change into a sly smile instead, the terseness of her shoulders relaxing to match the worryingly conversational tone of her voice, as if they aren't currently locked in a wrestling match. ]
You know, this could be so much easier if you could just... get a grip.
[ Pun or warning? You decide.
She'll wait only long enough for Cloud to register what's about to happen as she abruptly sidesteps and pivots in the same motion, fingers still locked tight around his wrist as she uses the momentum of his forward motion to whip them both around with increasing speed. At least up until she comes to a dead stop while a) letting go of him, b) sticking a leg out to upset his balance, and c) bringing Backlace up with the hammer already cocked back with a thumb.
If the momentum doesn't send him flying down the hallway first, the deafening 'B A N G !' as Backlace fires can only mean a heavenly bullet is hot on his heels to send him on his way.
A literal parting shot. Deal with it. ]
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It's a red hot desire that only begins to swelter inside of him- such is the pull of the moon governing their influences. Just when it seems like Cloud's almost got her, the snarl she wears turns into something familiar. Sly. Slick. Devious. The thesaurus could be put to good use in describing the gears turning in the angel's head. ]
What are you—??
[ Too late, Cloud Strife. It's not even a lack of guard on his part. In this brief burst, Panty successfully overpowers him, carrying her side stepping momentum with her into effectively turning him into a spinning top.
Now where has he felt this before?The dizzying speed becomes too much for the blond in the moment, leaving white trails of scratches over her sheep horns as his hands fly off her horns, only to be spun around by his wrists by her iron grip.What follows is a swift yet almost comical sound of the blond's voice waving in and out with every full swing. If he wasn't so mad, he might have felt motion sick from being spun around like a record
baby, right round, round round. Normally he'd be able to curl his body into a ball to prevent her from freely flailing him through the air like some flag in a storm, but with gritted teeth, he's learning first hand that her power was nothing to scoff at. She really was holding nothing back on him...Did she think he could take it? He wonders in these fleeting seconds before being suddenly released down the hallway. ]
Aaahhh!!
[ Cloud is already flying down the hallway from the force of her throw. His eyes snap wide with a mixture of horror and shock when he spots the divine sparks that burst from the barrel of Backlace, firing at him with ease. The force of the bullet knocks the wind out of him, smashing directly into his chest and offsetting his trajectory as he hits the floor. He folds like an accordion, a mangled mess of limbs and clothing tumbling through his door, smashed off its hinges with a loud 'C R A S H' ]
....... ................
...... ...............
[ Hello? Anybody home? It's awfully quiet from the darkness of his bedroom. Not even a groan of pain or wincing. The wolf has been silenced. ]
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Followed by the sound of boot steps filling the space in the wartorn apartment.
And lastly, a pair of deep cerulean eyes standing out amidst the darkness and waving aura, slowly stalking back down the hall with a familiar 'slab of crap' in hand.
Guess who changed their mind about not using their sword? ]
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Which - to give credit where credit is due - can be partially blamed on her hilariously skewed idea of playing fair (she doesn't) and the fact Cloud is very generously going easy on her (he shouldn't). Were they on equal footing from the get-go chances are very good that she would be having a far harder time tossing him into shooting range.
Panty eyes the busted door and the shadowed interior of Cloud's room with a great deal of grim satisfaction while wobbling a little on the spot; he's not the only one to feel motion sick from spinning around like a
BeybladeSanictop on steroids. But what matters is she's made her point and he's clearly not going to get back up from that.................
The silence does get a distant twinge of concern though, if only for the briefest of moments before it's stuffed deep down where she doesn't have to deal with it. He's fine. Totally. 100! Fine! A couple bumps and bruises and some time to think on NOT STEALING HER SHIT would do him some good. Why should Panty give a flying fuck? He brought it on himself.
The first footstep echoes from his room as she's half turned to walk back to her end of the apartment (presumably to lick her own wounds and complain about the scratches he's left behind on her horns), getting her to pause and glance back, fully expecting to see a badly battered Cloud looking worse for the wear. Imagine her surprise when that isn't the case, but instead... ]
What in the-- [ Are those... flames? DUDE she gets that you're pissed, but don't burn down the building! She kind of lives here!
Panty being Panty however, the imminent threat only gets a chuckle out of her as she lifts Backlace to draw a bead squarely between those ominously glowing mako eyes. She's not taking him seriously. At all. ] Now we're talking! I can keep going forever buddy, ask around!
[ Whoops, innuendo. To quote Stocking: "It's true, she's a giant slut".
More to the point, she's got absolutely no reason to hesitate as she pulls Backlace's trigger a second (and third, and fourth) time. If Cloud's tough enough to handle getting a beating like before, he can handle a few more nasty bruises. ]
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So instead, he'll send her to bed another way. ...by going to sleep. For the night. Or two. ... Point is he's prepared to knock her the fuck out. ]
...
[ TING! CLANG! ]
[ That would be? The sound of those bullets, twice, thrice, fourthice...fice...you get the picture. Even within the narrowness of the hallway, he's not just lifting the flat of his blade up like some shield. He's actively swinging each bullet away, deflecting them without a second's hesitation. Reflexes beyond human. Focus beyond compare. This was the power of SOLDIER, illusory or not. And now that fiery blue aura surrounding him is being centred, focused into the Fusion Sword as a mysterious wind begins to pick up in the apartment. A whistling howl, gusts that shake the walls with every swing of his sword as he closes what little distance is left between himself and Panty. ]
That's it.
[ After deflecting the last bullet, he suddenly flashes in front of her with a burst of speed. Blink and you'll miss it. Blink again and...well. Even if you didn't blink, it'd be damn near impossible to catch what Cloud was about to do. All the energy he's been building releases at a single point, and that's with the blunt side of the Fusion Sword smashing into the side of the angel. That alone was brutal enough, but the eruption of wind as a miniature tornado envelopes the blonde as he follows through the swing with a spin...was the icing on the cake.
Panty wasn't just about to be sent flying. She was about to be sent crashing as Finishing Touch lands its mark. ]
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And he's not stopping.
Did she miss?! That almost never happens!
But no, as she continues to fire, and Cloud continues to advance, the discordant clash of metal on metal finally clues her in to what the hell she's seeing. By all accounts none of this should be happening. He's just some beefed up human, isn't he?
And yet. ]
ARE YOU - [ CLINK ] - FUCKING - [ CLANG ] - KIDDING ME?!
[ Oh this is bad. This is very, very bad indeed. While she could theoretically throw fists if she really needs to, Panty's always preferred to keep her opponents at range and dance in and out of melee only when she absolutely needs to. Considering his reach with that stupid goddamn sword...
As she's running last ditch ideas through her head, in the blink of an eye Cloud's suddenly not "way over there" anymore, but "yes hello have you heard of our lord and saviour the Limit Break?" levels of close.
Spoilers: Panty is not ready for the amount of style he's about to bring to bear.
The angel has enough time to inhale sharply in surprise, her eyes widening just a fraction in dawning recognition before she's unceremoniously sent tumbling backwards to slam full force against the wall with an audible 'CRACK' and a shower of crumbling plaster as the material fractures under the impact.
Once the dust clears, she's crumpled in a heap on the floor. More worryingly, the halo and wings flicker once, twice, steadying briefly... and finally go dark. Seems like he succeeded in knocking her out cold. ]
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[ Deep breath. And. ]
Phew... [ The tension leaves his shoulders as the rush he felt from the crimson moon's guidance wanes. It was like all that pent up fury and desire to fight and dominate was put into that one singular swing. And when the dust settles, he expects her to either be sent through the wall, or left to pout after biting off more than she could chew. Cloud still hadn't any intention to deal a lethal blow. But needless to say, there was a tinge of satisfaction in knowing that he got the one-up on her. Finally. He-! ]
...?
[ ... .... ..... ]
Panty? [ As he closes what little distance there was, standing over her, there's something about the way the lights in her halo and wings flicker dark that has him suddenly raising alarm bells in his head. If the blow from before didn't do it, the sight of a motionless body by his hands would sure as hell do it. And almost immediately, he's filled with regret. Dread. Worry. It all just hits him like a tonne of bricks as he grits his teeth and drops his sword. ] Damn it.
[ He went a little too ham back there. And his hands are visibly shaking at the realization. This is what could happen when two Sanguis fought. His brand of aggression was usually less...severe. Yet here they were, in a destroyed apartment, pending noise complaints, and an unconscious woman on the floor by the force of his blade. This was what he'd come to fear when he first arrived here. He thought he had it all figured out. He thought he had his instincts tempered and fighting spirit focused damn it. But now he was a violent mess. No...he had to help her. There was no begrudging the fact. She was hurt. She was hurt because of him. What the hell did he do?! ]
--
[ Less than ten seconds later, he's already back at her side, kneeling as the blond is far more gentle this time when he starts to pull her into his lap. ]
Panty. [ He leans in, his Sanguis senses honing in as one of his wolf ears twitch atop his head. ...it's faint. Oh-so-faint. But she's still breathing. As he looks down to her in his arms, he can't help but sigh and shake his head. Within seconds, a flashing yellowish-green aura rises up Cloud's body, in one hand holding the shining Restore Materia as he focuses on healing her. He's not taking any chances with this one. And it'd take a hit on his Chroma, but...well. It's like she eluded to before. All of this was his fault.
Curaga. ]
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