[ cloud's stuck in go, get out of here, leave mode, resisting the call of a voice he's not supposed to be able to hear anymore. whoever has the power to conjure up something as messed up as this-- he'll find them. end them. that much fighting he can promise to do.
what doesn't work in his favor is the army of people that seems to be inside the court, a sea of newcomers and oldbies alike, all chattering and mingling away. it's work to get through them, cloud not hesitating to push, and once finally out in the hallway, freedom seems like a much more possible chance. that he can escape this and bitter memories of a time he doesn't dare much think about even today.
naturally, that, too, is short-lived.
he falls without grace, first on his knees and then fully on the ground with zack's weight following him down. it all effectively seals away his chances of escaping, which in turn triggers a much more familiar impulse: fight. he might not be a lockhart when it comes to throwing a punch, but cloud is fairly certain as long as he swings his arm somewhere near that face it'll be enough to stun.
excellent
what doesn't work in his favor is the army of people that seems to be inside the court, a sea of newcomers and oldbies alike, all chattering and mingling away. it's work to get through them, cloud not hesitating to push, and once finally out in the hallway, freedom seems like a much more possible chance. that he can escape this and bitter memories of a time he doesn't dare much think about even today.
naturally, that, too, is short-lived.
he falls without grace, first on his knees and then fully on the ground with zack's weight following him down. it all effectively seals away his chances of escaping, which in turn triggers a much more familiar impulse: fight. he might not be a lockhart when it comes to throwing a punch, but cloud is fairly certain as long as he swings his arm somewhere near that face it'll be enough to stun.
whatever it takes, at this point. ]