In fact, Cloud and Kratos were constantly changing positions as they clashed, dancing around the barren desert. Sparks flew as the two blades collided against each other repeatedly, their wielders showing no signs of stopping. The Blade of Olympus was a flashing blue-and-golden blur as it whizzed through the air, meeting the Fusion Sword strength-to-strength. Kratos and Cloud pulled their blades back and swung again.ĬLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! When Kratos attempted an overhead swing of the Blade, however, Cloud was able to backflip out of the way, and surge in with a retaliatory strike of his own, the Fusion Sword meeting the Blade of Olympus in a violent CLANG! that created a shockwave that blew aside the dust surrounding them. The Guardian of the Lifestream attempted to retaliate with a sidewards swing of the Fusion Sword, only for his strike to be parried by a timely swing of the Blade of Olympus. Kratos swung once more, the sheer impact of the Blade of Olympus forcing Cloud a step back. Cloud met his strike with one of his own… but as the Fusion Sword collided against the Blade of Olympus, Cloud actually staggered back, the sheer force of the godly blade slamming against his own being sufficient to make him feel something. The Ghost of Sparta swung the Blade, a trail of bright blue energy following after the weapon as he did so. With a roar of fury, Kratos charged forth, the Blade of Olympus winded back as he did. It appeared that he had to go all out if he wanted to tame this monster. “I SHALL FINISH THINGS HERE, CLOUD STRIFE-AND YOU WILL NEVER LIVE TO SEE THE END OF THIS DAY!!”Ĭloud said nothing, instead entering his battle stance, sword held out in front of him. “THIS HAS GONE ON FOR LONG ENOUGH!” roared Kratos, gripping the hilt of the Blade of Olympus with both hands. The Rage of Sparta had entered Kratos-and it was ready to be unleashed. The fury of his fallen Spartan brothers was now empowering him. His red tattoos were glowing, as if they were resonating with the fury that was now on the face of the Ghost of Sparta. Kratos was now holding in his hands his mightiest weapon-the Blade of Olympus. The blue aura around it more than suggested that this was no mere power-but power that was sufficient to slay a god.
It glowed with intense power-and that power was practically rippling from the sword. There was a shining golden blade in his hand. Kratos was, against all odds, alive-and boy, was he pissed. And when he had stopped, and tugged his blade from the ground… Cloud couldn’t believe his eyes. In a bid to slow his path, the Guardian of the Lifestream drew his Fusion Sword and stabbed it into the ground, its blade creating a long fault along the desert floor and slowing himself down. “CCCCCLLLLLOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDD SSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!”Ĭloud’s eyes widened at the sudden roar of his name-and when he discerned who the owner of the voice was… he froze, in complete and utter surprise.Īnd that surprise… would not serve him well, as he suddenly felt the wind get knocked out of him.Ĭloud yelled in pain as he was blown back by a sudden force striking him in the gut. His only goal now was to seek out answers. There was no further reason to continue the fight. To him, his deed was done-his foe was defeated. Cloud Strife had just taken a step forth, his Fusion Sword sheathed behind him.