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Cloud Strife ([personal profile] sultanofsquat) wrote in [community profile] jikan_ooc 2022-05-04 04:26 am (UTC)

[ It wasn't very often that he saw Sephiroth go bare-handed in combat. But he's at least focused enough not to get staggered and stunned by his surreal strength. As strong as Cloud was in his own right? He didn't know if he could flat-out deck a house-sized Salamander and send it reeling several steps back. But this wasn't a comparison contest here. In fact, that gurgling flopping mess of a creature may as well be staggered.

To that end, what better way to capitalize than to really drive the message home? Cloud doesn't have to rush very far, skidding to a halt along the side of the beast by its large, tail. It's a SOLDIER's job to exploit an enemy's weak spot. And this looks like the perfect spot to cinch things in the bud, if not end this early. His body burns up with a fiery red aura, the Buster Sword taking on a hotter hue as the blond prepares to strike. It wasn't a deathblow. But... ]


Time to hightail it.

[ It wasn't leaving in one piece. He stomps forth, one crushing blow after the other in succession. One. Two. ]



[ The Salamander's tail snaps clean off upon the final strike of Cross Slash, the creature recoiling into itself and backing away as the missing lump of flesh writhes and flops. It's giant beady eyes look to the two bullies humans, blinking with a look that can almost seem...remorseful? Either way, all it can do really is hiss and quiver. All before turning the other direction, up the street and thankfully, en route to the nearest path leading away from the village. Hopefully away from the crowded streets that would remind it of the nasty encounter it had.

It leaves behind a trail of its blood and rebuilding slime, but thanks to Sephiroth, Cloud was able to successfully close it out. Brows furrowed, he finally exhales, loosening some of the tension from his shoulders before spinning the Buster Sword, ridding it of any grime and mess. Closing his eyes as the blade is settled on his back, he attempts to calm himself, in and out through his nose.

He almost doesn't even care about this job anymore. Not with the mental whiplash he just dealt with. ]

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