Cloud let out a cry as the spell hit, his kneels buckling as he was trying to rise to his feet. He clutched at his gut, knowing the pain wasn't on his person but more within in the magic sense, but it was a reflex he couldn't deny. And much like that pain he couldn't shake the sensation that there was something at play here. She was toying with them. Nothing she'd done had aimed to kill them, just to disorient and injure.

As much as wanted to join the wave of attacks against her he forced himself to keep control. When he pulled his blade from his back, it was Runic he focused on.