[ Just as the vectors emerge, reaching for Cloud's near motionless body... ]
[ In the time that Cloud was dazed on the floor, his hold of the Buster Sword loosened...which is why what Cloud does next is, in some ways, more terrifying. Like a feral wolf on all fours, his bushy tail flicks, his claws scrape through the concrete, and he effectively pounces for Lucy in her wheelchair. Everything happens so fast. A blur. A blinded rage as both eyes are a golden shade now, his body seemingly surrendering to the Lunar Curse in its entirety. His fingers dig and wedge themselves in the spokes of her wheelchair before he lets out a downright inhuman snarl. If she hadn't had this? He would have pounced on her. But when faced with an obstacle? All he can think of is discarding it.
Throwing it away. With a burst of strength, he lifts her off the ground, shoving her over as broad lines of blood stain down his face. In the moment, for what it seems...
He's not there anymore. He smells blood. He senses where she is. ...and he's reaching down for his dropped Buster Sword to finish what he started. He'd take his prey. He'd claim her for himself. ]
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[ Just as the vectors emerge, reaching for Cloud's near motionless body... ]
[ In the time that Cloud was dazed on the floor, his hold of the Buster Sword loosened...which is why what Cloud does next is, in some ways, more terrifying. Like a feral wolf on all fours, his bushy tail flicks, his claws scrape through the concrete, and he effectively pounces for Lucy in her wheelchair. Everything happens so fast. A blur. A blinded rage as both eyes are a golden shade now, his body seemingly surrendering to the Lunar Curse in its entirety. His fingers dig and wedge themselves in the spokes of her wheelchair before he lets out a downright inhuman snarl. If she hadn't had this? He would have pounced on her. But when faced with an obstacle? All he can think of is discarding it.
Throwing it away. With a burst of strength, he lifts her off the ground, shoving her over as broad lines of blood stain down his face. In the moment, for what it seems...
He's not there anymore. He smells blood. He senses where she is. ...and he's reaching down for his dropped Buster Sword to finish what he started. He'd take his prey. He'd claim her for himself. ]