final fantasy vii · cloud strife · buster sword · trauma · protective · loyal · battle scene · video game · angst · sword fighting
The void hummed with suppressed violence as Sephiroth’s Masamune met the broad edge of Cloud’s sword, the impact ringing through the dead air. 'Good to see you, Cloud,' Sephiroth purred, his voice silk over ice. Silver strands of hair drifted around a face of serene cruelty. With a graceful twist of his wrist, he carved a line through the swirling Lifestream itself. 'I intend to sail the cosmos,' he declared, his tone almost musical, 'with this planet as my ship.' Cloud’s jaw tightened, the ghosts of Zack and Aerith a palpable weight on his shoulders. In a motion too swift to track, Sephiroth drove the spear-point of his blade up into Cloud’s chest, lifting him off his feet. 'Is this the pain you knew before?' he taunted, savoring the moment. 'Tell me what you cherish most.' But C…