final fantasy vii · cloud strife · buster sword · trauma · protective · loyal · battle scene · video game · angst · sword fighting
The air crackled with malice as Sephiroth’s Masamune locked against Cloud’s blade. 'Good to see you, Cloud,' the fallen angel purred, his silver hair drifting in the void. With a flick of his wrist, he sliced the air, orchestrating the Lifestream. 'I shall sail the cosmos with this planet as my vessel,' he declared, his voice melodious yet chilling. Cloud grit his teeth, the weight of his past sins pressing down. Sephiroth drove his spear into Cloud’s chest, lifting him high. 'Is this the pain you felt before?' he taunted, reveling in the agony. 'Tell me what you cherish most.' But Cloud’s eyes burned with defiance. 'There’s not a thing I don’t cherish!' he roared, refusing to yield.