It all happens fast, but Genesis may as well be moving in slow motion as he descends from above with deadly, honed precision. Cloud's eyes go wide, electric sparks flashing from his mouth before ceasing as his uninvited, but helpful guest dispatches his target and scares off the remaining beast. Adrenaline absolutely thunders through the blond's veins, sending flashes of heat all throughout him- including places he doesn't entirely expect. The insufferable redhead is the single one of the three elite Firsts Cloud never got to see in action- and what a show, albeit brief, he gave. Graceful, in a unique way apart from Sephiroth and Angeal.

For all the guff and snark and disdain he tends to throw in the fellow SOLDIER's direction, even Cloud Strife cannot deny how incredible his form was. All to save him from a stupid mistake. That last part- stupid mistake- is what kicks the frustration in. Something pent-up, unhappy, angry, and...Something else the merc has yet to fully recognize, heightened by the rush of the danger of the situation. He's better than this- a god damn First, not some fragile thing to be bested by a pair of Planet-damned cats. Now all Genesis will think is he is just some wimp, and not the SOLDIER he thinks he is. It only makes him angrier that he cares at all about what this jackass thinks.

"Whatever," Cloud spits, though his voice is strained. There may even be a trace of red on his cheeks, if Genesis looks hard enough. He steps away from the rocky wall he was pinned up against, locking Genesis with what he hopes is a harsh scowl, but really is merely a wide eyed attempt at one. "Gonna go on and on about how great you are now? Yeah, you saved my life. Thanks. But it was a stupid mistake on my part. I knew better. I would have been fine."

Probably. Maybe. Not really.