Ah, Snow. Snow, Snow, egotistical HERO Snow. The two had met once before. Over drinks. It went well. Snow had boasted that he was an amazing hero, he saved everything. But that he was always in good company at the same time.
Cloud could relate, and over time the two became close friends. And that only happened after the two fought several times with each other. It was a very healthy rivalry between the two—WELL…
It was healthy up until the two had challenged each other to a race. They both rode bikes, why not race? Obviously Fenrir would win. There was no way he'd lose to a lady-bike. No way. Ever. And so it happened. The two had plotted a course and whomever was first to the predetermined spot would buy the other new bike parts. Whatever they wanted.
But that was not what he even wanted. Snow Villiers, his compatriot, was…well, he was fine. The hardheaded moron was just fine. What wasn't fine, nor did it seem to settle well with Cloud was the fact that everything was there aside from himself. Whom else was Cloud going to argue with? Whom else was he going to go out drinking with?
The Soldier was now racked with guilt. Well…moments of guilt and moments of blame. "Snow shouldn't've bragged," Cloud told himself as he remembered how the accident occurred. "But then again, we shouldn't've even been racing like that in the first place." He sighed loudly.
He was tired of being the one who was forgotten though. Snow was a man that Cloud felt was on his level. So, like a real man, Cloud walked to the fellow blond and glared at him. He earned a "Whoa, buddy, what's your problem?" from the fighter, and like that, Cloud felt his hand ball up into a fist. Sure, Snow was a foot taller than him, but that wouldn't stop the ex-soldier.
No, it didn't stop him as Cloud raised his fist and rammed it as well as he could into Mister Villiers' jaw, knocking him back a few feet.
Snow did manage to stumble back a few steps with a "Wow, what gives, Strife?"
But after that, he remained in his position, holding onto the part of his face that ached. His spun head stared at whatever it could lock onto as a rush of memories came back to him all in one moment.
"Cloud freakin' Strife," he said, standing up straight and cracking his knuckles, his trusted right hand balling into a fist. "Missed you, buddy." His voice grew all the more menacing as he neared his friend. "Blow for blow, of course," he reminded the blond as his fist returned the favor.