A/N ~ Originally, I was going to scrap this story. I just couldn't seem to get it write. But after calling the dead chapter 'an early end,' it sparked this entire chapter. So please review and don't hold back! If you think it sucked, tell me so. Thanks.
Cloud saw the figure in red walk up the stairs, carrying a sword that seemed to be larger or equal in size to his own. A soft smile appeared upon his face, as his took hold of his sword with both hands. Figuring it was his attack coming up, Dante did the same. Not a word was spoken between the two. The skies overhead rumbled together was they created friction, a sound of thunder being heard not too long after a bright flash was seen. Cloud launched his body at Dante; Dante, at Cloud. Their swords met, creating a sound of thunder, yet there was no flash to precede it. Cloud's platinum blond hair began to grow heavy and fall over as Dante's messy mop headed hair waved around.
They two jumped back. Dante, thinking out of the bag, reached behind him with both hands and pulled out two opposite-looking guns. He aimed them and fired them off rapidly at Cloud, who, thinking just like Dante, hid behind the flat side of his sword. The bullets stopped after a few seconds, and, thinking he was done shooting because he had to reload, Cloud jumped from his sword. He had a new sword in his hand, one that he had released from the iron grip of his other. Spinning his body, just as he began to thrust his arm downwards with the force he had recently created, there was a flash. And then, a sound of thunder.
And immediately following that, another flash. And, respectively, another sound of thunder. Finally, after two of them, a real thunderbolt came down and hit the center of the tower. There were now four figures atop the tower: Dante, the man in red; Cloud, the man in black; One, wearing red and black in a different style; and another, wearing blue and black in a similar style. Cloud was on the ground, holding his arm which now bled on account of the bullet imbued in it. Dante, however, and though he had a bullet in his head, only rubbed it.
The opposing men, one in red and one in blue, began their fight. Both were holding guns, though they were different styles. While the man in red had a gun that had three barrels similar to that of the mythical beast Cerberus, (three heads to shoot from), the opposing man had two guns that were exact copies of each other down to the color scheme of dark blue. They resembled a gun that Cloud had seen before, though he couldn't quite name what it was.
The man in red shot his gun off, flipping into the air where he shot again, only to land and pull the trigger one last time. The other man, knowing his limits well, only stood where he was and pulled the trigger on each gun once. The burst fire that came from each was enough to knock all nine bullets from the other man's Cerberus away. Cloud stood up, woozily, looking at the man in red.
"Vincent!" He called his name loudly as a bolt of thunder rang, causing the man in blue to look at him. Aiming his guns, he held the triggers on each down for a brief moment. Thunder rang consistently--or at least, a sound similar to thunder in many aspects. The man in blue smiled as he looked back to Vincent.
"Vincent, was it?" The man in blue asked, still smiling as he and Vincent faced each other with their guns, both parties ready to shoot at the first sign of trouble. A hard thump hit the ground as the blue man smiled. "Krys would be mine. Krystohffer Zasriraet." It was a unique name, that much was sure. Vincent nodded to Krys, and they both got ready to pull the triggers one last time. The bullets flew, both parties being injured occasionally. Krys stopped his flow of bullets to give Vincent a chance to rest, as it was slightly apparent that it was Vincent who was suffering the most from the battle. He smiled and put his guns away, reaching behind him to take a sword from his back. Realizing it wasn't there, he looked over to Dante. Dante, whom Vincent had forgotten about, nodded. He picked up his sword and Cloud's, walking over to the two of them. Vincent was handed Cloud's sword, and Krys was handed Dante's.
"Are you serious?" Vincent asked, amazed. Most of the people from midgar either used guns or swords--it was very rare that they used both. Vincent himself couldn't really use both, but he had a trick up his sleeve he was fairly certain Krys wouldn't be able to counter.
"Yessir." Krys answered immediately. Nodding, Vincent got ready to fight, then looked over at Cloud, who had seemed to be killed. Reaching into his pocket, Vincent pulled out a small red feather and looked at Cloud. He threw the feather over to him, and after drifting on the wind towards him, it landed in his hand. Slowly, it sank into his skin, his body lighting up. Cloud got up, pulling a small drink from his pocket and emptying the container in one gulp.
Cloud looked at Vincent, Krys and Dante. Vincent threw him his sword, which Cloud caught easily. Looking at Vincent, Cloud's sword began to light up a faint blue as he rushed towards him.