[3] Bloodsport.

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[Cloud appears. He's a little nasty at the time -- splattered with monster guts and carrying a sword equally disgusting. There is a large slash down his right arm; but it heals smoothy; inhumanly quickly as he sets down two jars -- each with a jewel.]

They're destroying my city. It's eating everything. Pfft. Bahumat imposer  What the hell.

[Cue astral monster. It's vicious, and insanely fast. Cloud raises his massive sword.]

Shit...

[And now, battlefield, baby.]

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[Cloud absentmindedly wipes gore off his face, and spares Albus a slight smile. Little boy lost is not used to people complimenting him. Oh, but t hen he realizes what kind of strength he has and it disappears.]

Things. Not as natural as magic...but. Thanks.
[Hefts up monstrous sword and eyes another monster.] Hmm.