Adrenaline Kick

The first battle was unorthodox to say the least. A former SOLDIER versus two petty Shinra train guards? It was a cakewalk that ended with their remains frosting the platform and a puzzled Jessie finding the dreamy new member of AVALANCHE hiding in a doorway.

In those vital few seconds before Jessie arrived pecking her beak in, Cloud had come up on the smoking pair by the train-lines and placed a gloved hand on either man’s shoulder. A materia-induced blizzard took care of the rest. The tundra escaped his fingertips and held the men in place, their skin bruised and burnt as blood clogged their veins too quickly. In that moment Cloud stepped back into an open doorway to clear himself from the blast radius. His phone buzzed silently, Barrett again, probably wanting to know where his expensive ringer was.

After the dust settled that girl turned up, Cloud knew it was one of the –

“We’re not terrorists,” Jessie admonished, treading carefully back to the security hatch, “we’re freedom fighters.”

Cloud was tempted to ask what the difference was but a sudden crescendo of gunshots drowned out any chance of a witty response.