This is chapter 2 of my story based on a battle with Cloud and Sephiroth, its not a very long story but its just something to get me started off. Please enjoy
The ground is trembling due to the force eroding from the two sword wielding figures. Both standing tall, holding their weapons firmly in front waiting for either to make the first move. They both stood still staring at each other through the droplets of rain, neither dare to blink. Lightning hit the ground in front of them as if signalling the beginning of their duel.
Cloud launched himself forward with his large sword pulling the ground up behind him. Sephiroth stood firm and braced himself from the obvious frontal attack. Cloud lifted his sword high above and brought it down upon Sephiroth with a great force that could match the might of the lightning crashing down not to far away. Both fighters were face to face. Staring into each others glowing eyes the hatred between them so strong it could scare a normal person into submission. Neither backed down their swords were locked in place, as were their minds. The battle stopped for a few seconds neither moved but they still seemed to be in conflict with one another in a higher level than one could ever contemplate. Sephiroth screamed and pushed Cloud back, he stretched his long arm forward without any warning or sign Cloud was struck backwards with an unseen force. He thrusted his sword into the ground to slow himself and balance himself from falling. He still slit along with feet and sword on ground. Finally, he came to a halt, the rain sliding down the front of his face mixed with the blood from a small cut above his right eye. "I won't let you hurt anybody else," Cloud said with a small drip of blood falling from his lips.
He drew his blade from the ground and stood upright, waiting for Sephiroth to charge him. He knew he had to be ready for this was no petty fight with a simple-minded monster. This time he held his great sword with both hands and stepped backwards a step in order to fully brace himself. The sinister grin remained painted across Sephiroths face; he threw himself forward with great speed heading directly towards Cloud with his legendary sword trailing close behind. As he drew closer to Cloud he grabbed the sword with both hands and thrusted it upwards knocking Cloud backwards and off his feet. The sound of the 2 metal weapons collide scratching each others finely tipped blade made a screech sound that could draw blood from the ears of those who heard it. Cloud groaned as the force behind the blow did not affect just the weapon. Sephiroth took no time to hesitate he drew his weapon to his front and stabbed forward into the centre of the joint between the shoulder and wrist of Clouds left arm. Cloud let out a horrible scream as if the pain he felt was more than what the blade in his arm dealt. Not just the pain from the wound came into this scream, the pain of self-doubt that he suddenly felt, as if he could no longer accomplish what he had begun. The pain of being unable to protect those who he cared for. The pain, that Sephiroth was standing over him, with that grin on his face.