[ Cloud was prepared to spin like some sort of alligator doing a death roll to get her off her feet. Not that alligators existed in his world. ...must be some equivalent of it somewhere out in the wild. He's probably fought it at some point. But Panty wasn't going to go down so easily. Just when it felt like his pent-up aggression was going to subside, he's hit with another adrenaline rush at the prospect of nearly toppling her. All he would need to do is get on top of her, pin her hands down and assert himself.
It's a red hot desire that only begins to swelter inside of him- such is the pull of the moon governing their influences. Just when it seems like Cloud's almost got her, the snarl she wears turns into something familiar. Sly. Slick. Devious. The thesaurus could be put to good use in describing the gears turning in the angel's head. ]
What are you—??
[ Too late, Cloud Strife. It's not even a lack of guard on his part. In this brief burst, Panty successfully overpowers him, carrying her side stepping momentum with her into effectively turning him into a spinning top. Now where has he felt this before? The dizzying speed becomes too much for the blond in the moment, leaving white trails of scratches over her sheep horns as his hands fly off her horns, only to be spun around by his wrists by her iron grip.
What follows is a swift yet almost comical sound of the blond's voice waving in and out with every full swing. If he wasn't so mad, he might have felt motion sick from being spun around like a record baby, right round, round round. Normally he'd be able to curl his body into a ball to prevent her from freely flailing him through the air like some flag in a storm, but with gritted teeth, he's learning first hand that her power was nothing to scoff at. She really was holding nothing back on him...
Did she think he could take it? He wonders in these fleeting seconds before being suddenly released down the hallway. ]
Aaahhh!!
[ Cloud is already flying down the hallway from the force of her throw. His eyes snap wide with a mixture of horror and shock when he spots the divine sparks that burst from the barrel of Backlace, firing at him with ease. The force of the bullet knocks the wind out of him, smashing directly into his chest and offsetting his trajectory as he hits the floor. He folds like an accordion, a mangled mess of limbs and clothing tumbling through his door, smashed off its hinges with a loud 'C R A S H' ]
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[ Hello? Anybody home? It's awfully quiet from the darkness of his bedroom. Not even a groan of pain or wincing. The wolf has been silenced. ]
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It's a red hot desire that only begins to swelter inside of him- such is the pull of the moon governing their influences. Just when it seems like Cloud's almost got her, the snarl she wears turns into something familiar. Sly. Slick. Devious. The thesaurus could be put to good use in describing the gears turning in the angel's head. ]
What are you—??
[ Too late, Cloud Strife. It's not even a lack of guard on his part. In this brief burst, Panty successfully overpowers him, carrying her side stepping momentum with her into effectively turning him into a spinning top.
Now where has he felt this before?The dizzying speed becomes too much for the blond in the moment, leaving white trails of scratches over her sheep horns as his hands fly off her horns, only to be spun around by his wrists by her iron grip.What follows is a swift yet almost comical sound of the blond's voice waving in and out with every full swing. If he wasn't so mad, he might have felt motion sick from being spun around like a record
baby, right round, round round. Normally he'd be able to curl his body into a ball to prevent her from freely flailing him through the air like some flag in a storm, but with gritted teeth, he's learning first hand that her power was nothing to scoff at. She really was holding nothing back on him...Did she think he could take it? He wonders in these fleeting seconds before being suddenly released down the hallway. ]
Aaahhh!!
[ Cloud is already flying down the hallway from the force of her throw. His eyes snap wide with a mixture of horror and shock when he spots the divine sparks that burst from the barrel of Backlace, firing at him with ease. The force of the bullet knocks the wind out of him, smashing directly into his chest and offsetting his trajectory as he hits the floor. He folds like an accordion, a mangled mess of limbs and clothing tumbling through his door, smashed off its hinges with a loud 'C R A S H' ]
....... ................
...... ...............
[ Hello? Anybody home? It's awfully quiet from the darkness of his bedroom. Not even a groan of pain or wincing. The wolf has been silenced. ]