[ What matters the most is getting out of this alive. Whether Cloud was the weaker one or vice versa, at the end of the day...he wants to take Ayaka home. That's all he can think about now. That's all, in this moment, that he cares about now. And so, with Pikachu obeying his trainer and falling back after he and Ringo have done their part, it's time for Cloud to play his part.
[ No matter the cost to him. And the look in his eyes is an old one. A cold one. The very same cold, calculated, SOLDIER-like eyes that scared Tifa. He's come a long way from the days of perusing Wall Market with Aerith and throwing down in an underground fight ring. So while the monster is down and out...he's going to make sure it stays down. No spells. No magic. No use of the technique he'd honed between Nippon and here. Tried and true.
His grip on the Buster Sword tightens, knuckles rendered white as sparks of energy light the blond swordsman. As a byproduct of his affiliation with the season of Spring, the wind picks up with him, howling with ferocity as he empowers his Limit Break, and suddenly surges forward. There was nothing 'pretty' about this attack. Practiced as he was in the ways of Kamisato Art Tachi Jutsu, this was something he didn't bring Tsubaki for.
This required the crushing power that monsters envied. One of the last of his kind. The last of SOLDIER. And he brings all of it down on the house. ]
凶
[ Three crippling blows. Each one practically causing a combination of wood, glass and whatever else makes up the foundations of this monster. When the final strike lands, the entire structure of the house is almost toppled from the force of the wind-infused Cross Slash, the wicked Kanji symbol burning bright in the wake of Cloud's swings. There's no growl. There's no more thrashing.
The sheer force is like a trauma that'd be a miracle to bounce back from. And when the house lumbers forward, it creaks and crumbles, the wood that comprises the outside beginning to rot at a rapid rate. ]
Haa...haa...haa...
[ He swallows. But air struggles to reach him. ]
Haa...
[ Cautiously, Cloud begins to take steps back. And just when he's prepared to put the Buster Sword away... ]
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Date: 2023-11-27 07:19 am (UTC)He'll have time to give his Pokémon props for his bravery... After he's dealt with this thing. He stomps forward, as the Hell House lumbers, its front door of a mouth flapping open and close. The haunting lighting inside flickers repeatedly, but if one were to look close enough, they'd see that the inside of the 'home' was warped now. Almost like it was bleeding crimson...with massive stakes that could run someone through with ease if they were pulled inside. No matter how they sliced it, they were literally within the belly of a beast. ]
I'm ending this.
[ No matter the cost to him. And the look in his eyes is an old one. A cold one. The very same cold, calculated, SOLDIER-like eyes that scared Tifa. He's come a long way from the days of perusing Wall Market with Aerith and throwing down in an underground fight ring. So while the monster is down and out...he's going to make sure it stays down. No spells. No magic. No use of the technique he'd honed between Nippon and here. Tried and true.
His grip on the Buster Sword tightens, knuckles rendered white as sparks of energy light the blond swordsman. As a byproduct of his affiliation with the season of Spring, the wind picks up with him, howling with ferocity as he empowers his Limit Break, and suddenly surges forward. There was nothing 'pretty' about this attack. Practiced as he was in the ways of Kamisato Art Tachi Jutsu, this was something he didn't bring Tsubaki for.
This required the crushing power that monsters envied. One of the last of his kind. The last of SOLDIER. And he brings all of it down on the house. ]
凶
[ Three crippling blows. Each one practically causing a combination of wood, glass and whatever else makes up the foundations of this monster. When the final strike lands, the entire structure of the house is almost toppled from the force of the wind-infused Cross Slash, the wicked Kanji symbol burning bright in the wake of Cloud's swings. There's no growl. There's no more thrashing.
The sheer force is like a trauma that'd be a miracle to bounce back from. And when the house lumbers forward, it creaks and crumbles, the wood that comprises the outside beginning to rot at a rapid rate. ]
Haa...haa...haa...
[ He swallows. But air struggles to reach him. ]
Haa...
[ Cautiously, Cloud begins to take steps back. And just when he's prepared to put the Buster Sword away... ]