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Schn-icnk.
The sword makes only the slightest sound as he draws it from its sheath, holding it easily in one hand despite the fact that it weighs as much as he does, if not more.
"Noo…"
It doesn't make any sound at all as it rushes through the air, lopping off the left arm of the Shinra trooper before him. The only noise comes from the unfortunate man, screaming in agony and disbelief as the sword's momentum carries it through an arc that ends in disembowelment.
Beside him, Barret mows down enemies at a distance, while Tifa guards their backs. The civilians are all fleeing, screaming, and for a moment his blood boils, wants him to go after them. Some wear lab coats. Scientists. He should hate them for what they did to Sephiroth, for what Sephiroth did to Nibleheim…and yet for some reason he is filled with icy dread at the thought of confronting one of those creatures. It throws him off balance.
It's enough for the nearest enemy – a lowly Third Class SOLDIER – to nearly break through his guard. Stupid! He knew better than to let his mind wander in battle – hadn't he learned that the hard way in Wutai?
I've never been to Wutai, a part of him sneers back. The war was over by the time I joined SOLDIER.
Cloud frowns to himself, and decapitates the Third.