Sparks stepped forward, his proton gun whirring to power, being held by his hands donning his robot fists. He's not going to mess around now, and was already aiming at Cloud.

"Reckon it's nothin' personal. If this is anythin' like what happened last year, nothin' short 'a slapping him silly ain't gonna bring him back 'round, if that works at all."

He shoots a stern but level look to those around him. His voice is a little quieter this time.

"This is their plan. Just like last year too. Pit us against each other."