[ Too far away. He's too far away from her like this. Wordlessly, whilst his eyes still kept their battle-hardened focus, his forefront thoughts were on closing the distance. On not wasting another second until he has her disarmed. Until he had her gasping in surprise when he takes her down, foregoing his own sword to make sure she stays beneath him. Until her bright amber gaze was locked with the soft glow of his mako blues... He's not backing down next time.
Normally, his eyes would follow the trajectory of that blade of hers, to smoothly step and dodge out of the way before counterattacking. But he watches her. Exclusively her as his own earlier retreat had taken him closer to the broad base of a tree. His next action comes from sheer instinct, parrying her wooden sword with a flick of his wrist and a little extra force, tapping into more of his own real strength. ]
Hmph—!
[ There! Her other side. After successfully parrying her, he was going to redirect his sword with lightning precision. Tap her along the side of her ribs. He'd pull his proverbial punch, obviously. Even if he had Healing Materia, Cloud wasn't out to hurt her. It all played out perfectly in his mind's eye. And anywhere else? Any other month? That's exactly what would have happened. A point to Lumine, a point to Cloud. And just as he adjusts the grip on his sword, stomping forth until he was right around her side and...!
...
Wait... What...happened?
He thought he saw himself land a blow after taking advantage of her exposed side, her gamble failing. So then why? ]
Haa...—
[ Why was he suddenly holding her against the nearest tree? When did he have her wrist, so slender in his larger hand, pinned over her head? His other hand still held his bokken, barely at his side as he looks down to the shorter blonde in his hold. His leg slipped between hers, in a bid to get closer. He's whisked away again, another hazy but burning image in his head as his gaze catches the swell of her cleavage in his peripheral. That same submissive Traveler, sliding down the front of his lean, muscular frame, until the swell of her chest rubbed against— ]
Lumine...??
[ This has never happened to him before. Being this close to someone. It's all instincts and equally instinctive yearnings that are fed into his head. How he got here when he thought he was still fighting her? He acted purely on raw, awoken, melded Daikoh and Daishoku impulses, the reality being that proverbial cork on his will? Ready to pop sky high. ]
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Normally, his eyes would follow the trajectory of that blade of hers, to smoothly step and dodge out of the way before counterattacking. But he watches her. Exclusively her as his own earlier retreat had taken him closer to the broad base of a tree. His next action comes from sheer instinct, parrying her wooden sword with a flick of his wrist and a little extra force, tapping into more of his own real strength. ]
Hmph—!
[ There! Her other side. After successfully parrying her, he was going to redirect his sword with lightning precision. Tap her along the side of her ribs. He'd pull his proverbial punch, obviously. Even if he had Healing Materia, Cloud wasn't out to hurt her. It all played out perfectly in his mind's eye. And anywhere else? Any other month? That's exactly what would have happened. A point to Lumine, a point to Cloud. And just as he adjusts the grip on his sword, stomping forth until he was right around her side and...!
...
Wait... What...happened?
He thought he saw himself land a blow after taking advantage of her exposed side, her gamble failing. So then why? ]
Haa...—
[ Why was he suddenly holding her against the nearest tree? When did he have her wrist, so slender in his larger hand, pinned over her head? His other hand still held his bokken, barely at his side as he looks down to the shorter blonde in his hold. His leg slipped between hers, in a bid to get closer. He's whisked away again, another hazy but burning image in his head as his gaze catches the swell of her cleavage in his peripheral. That same submissive Traveler, sliding down the front of his lean, muscular frame, until the swell of her chest rubbed against— ]
Lumine...??
[ This has never happened to him before. Being this close to someone. It's all instincts and equally instinctive yearnings that are fed into his head. How he got here when he thought he was still fighting her? He acted purely on raw, awoken, melded Daikoh and Daishoku impulses, the reality being that proverbial cork on his will? Ready to pop sky high. ]