Nah. Hand-to-hand was never Cloud's strong suit- always swordplay, with the barehanded stuff as a backup. He was made especially aware of how lacking in that department he was when Tifa showed back up in his life, not even SOLDIER, but pushing the very boundaries of human strength. Sticks it is. Cloud turns on his heel and stalks towards the wooded border of Town, waving an arm. "I'll come back with some sticks, then."
What the hell did Angeal mean by his energy anyway? He's just annoyed. Anyone would be, right?
True to his word, Cloud returns maybe ten minutes later, with a stick in each hand. Both are a decent width, and as close to the length of a ShinRa-issue training sword as the blond could manage to find. He tosses one Angeal's way whenever he emerges from the entryway of the bakery.
"Just take us wherever you want to eat those words, then."
Cloud will dutifully follow the man wherever that leads. Quietly.
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Nah. Hand-to-hand was never Cloud's strong suit- always swordplay, with the barehanded stuff as a backup. He was made especially aware of how lacking in that department he was when Tifa showed back up in his life, not even SOLDIER, but pushing the very boundaries of human strength. Sticks it is. Cloud turns on his heel and stalks towards the wooded border of Town, waving an arm. "I'll come back with some sticks, then."
What the hell did Angeal mean by his energy anyway? He's just annoyed. Anyone would be, right?
True to his word, Cloud returns maybe ten minutes later, with a stick in each hand. Both are a decent width, and as close to the length of a ShinRa-issue training sword as the blond could manage to find. He tosses one Angeal's way whenever he emerges from the entryway of the bakery.
"Just take us wherever you want to eat those words, then."
Cloud will dutifully follow the man wherever that leads. Quietly.