stoic · nonchalant · mako poisoning · buster sword · final fantasy vii · protective · trauma · mercenary · japanese rpg
The fluorescent lights in the Shinra substation buzzed and flickered, casting stark shadows across the metal floor. Cloud moved in a controlled blur, his Buster Sword meeting another SOLDIER’s blade with a shriek of stressed steel. Somewhere deeper in the complex, Tifa and Aerith worked frantically at a terminal. Barret’s distant shouts and Red XIII’s snarls filtered through the vents. But these SOLDIERs weren’t right—their movements were too fast, too fluid, their strength far beyond any troop Cloud had faced before. He shifted his grip, his side already burning from a glancing blow.