Been a damn long time since Cloud fought bare handed, but he also considers that he can only wield Buster for limited amounts of time at this point, given his SOLDIER strength is just about gone. He's running on his own strength, which is plenty all things considered, but the blade itself is unrealistic for the wild, long stretches he's used to.
It sucks, really. Like a part of him is just swept away.
Cloud figures that either they play on short rounds, forego weapons, or do something makeshift. The familiarity of Buster may as well have a siren song. Not much else in the merc's life is constant, but the sword is.
"Either we pick up some sticks and use them, or we do short bouts with the real deal." He tilts his head up, as though towards the blade on his back. "Barehanded ain't my style." He would sooner (and has, when dealing with humans) use the blunt edge of his blade before throwing punches.
"I'm always ready to use this. Drained or not." The thought of finally getting some kind of action sparks a fire in Cloud. It feels like it's been far too long.
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It sucks, really. Like a part of him is just swept away.
Cloud figures that either they play on short rounds, forego weapons, or do something makeshift. The familiarity of Buster may as well have a siren song. Not much else in the merc's life is constant, but the sword is.
"Either we pick up some sticks and use them, or we do short bouts with the real deal." He tilts his head up, as though towards the blade on his back. "Barehanded ain't my style." He would sooner (and has, when dealing with humans) use the blunt edge of his blade before throwing punches.
"I'm always ready to use this. Drained or not." The thought of finally getting some kind of action sparks a fire in Cloud. It feels like it's been far too long.