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[center][color=00a99d][b]Level:[/b][/color] 4
[color=00a99d][b]Day/Time:[/b][/color] Day Two, Afternoon
[color=00a99d][b]Location:[/b][/color] 3rd floor with the group
[color=00a99d][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Guardian Angel Haruki][@Zarkun][@Leaves][@Etherean Fire]
[color=00a99d][b]Word Count:[/b][/color] 307
[color=yellow][b]Limit Break:[/b][/color] 3/[color=yellow][b]10[/b][/color][/center]

Cloud frowned when he saw the moon sit upright. He didn’t know why he thought that the celestial being would have been vanquished so soon. He glanced up at the sun who began to ridicule the moon on burning tears. The ex-SOLDIER broke into a sprint to get out from under the fire shower that singed the pseudo-earth and drew his purple blade. He charged toward the spinning beam of light that flew like a lethal disc toward him and Banjo-Kazooie. The bear and bird acrobatically flipped into the air as the disc passed beneath them. The blonde swordsman raised his blade. His offhand went to support the flat side of the sword and caught the whirling disc that sparked and flashed like a saw against it. He dug the balls of his booted feet into the grass. The spinning force of the blade caused his soles to drag back across the giving turf. Cloud bore his teeth, face tensing from the inhuman strength he began to apply in return.

Frisk called to him and Banjo-Kazooie, directing their attention to the cocky star in the sky. Cloud noticed Banjo and Kazooie were already flying toward the chuckling sphere. He felt his arms growing weaker. He could feel the burn and numb of muscle failure creeping along them as the vibrations from the lunar blade whipped through his hands. Cloud’s head lowered as his jaw tensed. [color=00a99d][i]Hold it…[/i][/color]he told himself. He was watching the flying team above, waiting for the right moment.

As soon as Kazooie fired four eggs at Mr. Shine, Cloud dropped his heels and forced the lunar blade back with a grunt before quickly bringing his offhand to the hilt of his Butterfly Edge. He brought the blade arching upwards, connecting with the lunar blade and sending it whirling like a Frisbee toward the sun.