Ah. Cloud likes this area. It's quiet and nice and there's livestock around. He's made his way out here more than once to just exist, in the presence of other living things. The blond's always had a serious soft spot for animals of all kinds, having grown up around so many. They made good company back then. His eyes are on any stragglers making their way home, even as his feet continue to carry him after Angeal. A cow and her calf seem to be the last to scurry towards the barn nearest them.

Angeal draws to a stop just as the calf's tail disappears into the open barn doors.

Cloud squares up his shoulders, though he keeps himself from looking too tense. He's only antsy. Raring for an outlet. He holds the stick in front of him as he would a sword, and brings one leg back to brace behind him.

"First one to take three hits on the body loses. That work?"

He's ready, like a coiled spring.