[ Whatever Panty is saying to him, a lot of it is in one ear and out the other. While Cloud hasn't lost his complete sense of self, what he was about to follow through with next wasn't exactly nice. Lethal for anyone else? Absolutely. Definitely. But if his scuffles with the angel have taught him anything, it's that frankly? It seems like she can take what he can dish out. And he's about had it up to here (wherever here is) with her attitude. Even during Sanguis. This whole conflict was coming to a head, neither one of them had plans of moving out, and it seems like this was the only way to get through to her that didn't involve jumping into bed with her.
So instead, he'll send her to bed another way. ...by going to sleep. For the night. Or two. ... Point is he's prepared to knock her the fuck out. ]
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[ TING!CLANG! ]
[ That would be? The sound of those bullets, twice, thrice, fourthice...fice...you get the picture. Even within the narrowness of the hallway, he's not just lifting the flat of his blade up like some shield. He's actively swinging each bullet away, deflecting them without a second's hesitation. Reflexes beyond human. Focus beyond compare. This was the power of SOLDIER, illusory or not. And now that fiery blue aura surrounding him is being centred, focused into the Fusion Sword as a mysterious wind begins to pick up in the apartment. A whistling howl, gusts that shake the walls with every swing of his sword as he closes what little distance is left between himself and Panty. ]
That's it.
[ After deflecting the last bullet, he suddenly flashes in front of her with a burst of speed. Blink and you'll miss it. Blink again and...well. Even if you didn't blink, it'd be damn near impossible to catch what Cloud was about to do. All the energy he's been building releases at a single point, and that's with the blunt side of the Fusion Sword smashing into the side of the angel. That alone was brutal enough, but the eruption of wind as a miniature tornado envelopes the blonde as he follows through the swing with a spin...was the icing on the cake.
Panty wasn't just about to be sent flying. She was about to be sent crashing as Finishing Touch lands its mark. ]
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So instead, he'll send her to bed another way. ...by going to sleep. For the night. Or two. ... Point is he's prepared to knock her the fuck out. ]
...
[ TING! CLANG! ]
[ That would be? The sound of those bullets, twice, thrice, fourthice...fice...you get the picture. Even within the narrowness of the hallway, he's not just lifting the flat of his blade up like some shield. He's actively swinging each bullet away, deflecting them without a second's hesitation. Reflexes beyond human. Focus beyond compare. This was the power of SOLDIER, illusory or not. And now that fiery blue aura surrounding him is being centred, focused into the Fusion Sword as a mysterious wind begins to pick up in the apartment. A whistling howl, gusts that shake the walls with every swing of his sword as he closes what little distance is left between himself and Panty. ]
That's it.
[ After deflecting the last bullet, he suddenly flashes in front of her with a burst of speed. Blink and you'll miss it. Blink again and...well. Even if you didn't blink, it'd be damn near impossible to catch what Cloud was about to do. All the energy he's been building releases at a single point, and that's with the blunt side of the Fusion Sword smashing into the side of the angel. That alone was brutal enough, but the eruption of wind as a miniature tornado envelopes the blonde as he follows through the swing with a spin...was the icing on the cake.
Panty wasn't just about to be sent flying. She was about to be sent crashing as Finishing Touch lands its mark. ]