With all the shouting and fighting going around him, Cloud kept himself focused on a single goal. With the rift closed the worst was behind them and now it was a matter of stopping this incursion here. He could leave that to the others. Vincent himself seemed more than capable of picking up Cloud's slack now.
But even if resurrection was something so easy for the Heroes that didn't mean that Cloud saw it as an acceptable way to deal with a wounded ally. It was more than Sephiroth being his hero or a fellow Hero or even a fellow ShinRa trooper. The wounded were not left in harm's way in a fight. Especially not if you had the ability to save them.
He pushed his way through the melee, using the buster sword to brace both his and Sephiroth's weight against as well as a shield for oncoming attacks. He couldn't fight like this, he'd just have to count on the others. Eventually he broke clear, or as clear as one could be in the confined space of the lap. Kneeling down he tried to settle Sephiroth down as carefully as he could, keenly aware of the blood that was now staining his own SOLDIER uniform.
He laid the other Hero out on his back, seeking the worst of his wounds so he could put pressure on it until help came. "Jade! Over here!" If they got Sephiroth back on his feet then they could fight at full power again. He'd be able to turn the tide and clean all of this up and no one would have to die. With desperation clear on his face, Cloud put his hands on one of Sephiroth's wounds, trying to keep the blood inside.
He didn't know why he was this worried. But something in his gut told him that this battle was more desperate than they knew. "Come on...hold out a little longer....we'll get you back up on your feet in a minute."
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But even if resurrection was something so easy for the Heroes that didn't mean that Cloud saw it as an acceptable way to deal with a wounded ally. It was more than Sephiroth being his hero or a fellow Hero or even a fellow ShinRa trooper. The wounded were not left in harm's way in a fight. Especially not if you had the ability to save them.
He pushed his way through the melee, using the buster sword to brace both his and Sephiroth's weight against as well as a shield for oncoming attacks. He couldn't fight like this, he'd just have to count on the others. Eventually he broke clear, or as clear as one could be in the confined space of the lap. Kneeling down he tried to settle Sephiroth down as carefully as he could, keenly aware of the blood that was now staining his own SOLDIER uniform.
He laid the other Hero out on his back, seeking the worst of his wounds so he could put pressure on it until help came. "Jade! Over here!" If they got Sephiroth back on his feet then they could fight at full power again. He'd be able to turn the tide and clean all of this up and no one would have to die. With desperation clear on his face, Cloud put his hands on one of Sephiroth's wounds, trying to keep the blood inside.
He didn't know why he was this worried. But something in his gut told him that this battle was more desperate than they knew. "Come on...hold out a little longer....we'll get you back up on your feet in a minute."