[ This. This, he feels instantly, no amount of adrenaline in the world capable of covering up the burning sear of pain that rips flesh through. This mysterious woman... She had to be from Inazuma, her Engulfing Lightning rendering all other sounds moot. In his mind's ear, he can hear nothing else. Not the flicker of the streetlamps. Nothing. But the sound of his torn breathing and the sound of droplets of blood hitting the pavement one by one...and gradually hastening in rate between. His eyes are wide, the glow of mako within his one blue eye bright in the still of night, reflected within her unyielding violet gaze.
[ As he's brought down to the ground, Cloud's eyes visibly tremble as his grip upon the Buster Sword wanes in his hand. Blood pools, staining the front and back of his shirt downwards as waves of cold and heat war within him. This...is a pain he hasn't felt in a very long time. And yet, as he kneels before what he once thought was his 'prey', head bowed as his breathing stills after one last tremor... ]
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"Ỉ̵͚š̶̰ ̶͉̾ẗ̷́ͅh̵̤̉ǐ̵̻s̷̨͐ ̷͇́t̸͚̒h̴̞̃e̶̟̾ ̶͈͂p̶͍͠a̴̳͠i̷͖̓n̶̫͌ ̵̼͘ŷ̶̢ô̸̬u̸̘͆ ̴̢̛f̵͌ͅé̶͉l̷̫̃t̴͎͛ ̴̓ͅb̸̫̋e̸̖͆f̴̜̍ò̷̲r̸̰̀e̶͓͐,̷̯̚ ̸̞͝C̷̮̿l̵̨͝ő̷̠ų̸̒d̸͙́?̶̻̃"
Who said that? ]
A-Ahh...
[ As he's brought down to the ground, Cloud's eyes visibly tremble as his grip upon the Buster Sword wanes in his hand. Blood pools, staining the front and back of his shirt downwards as waves of cold and heat war within him. This...is a pain he hasn't felt in a very long time. And yet, as he kneels before what he once thought was his 'prey', head bowed as his breathing stills after one last tremor... ]