[even over the howl of the guard hound as his sword strikes home, Cloud hears the familiar clang of Aerith's staff and, for some reason he can't explain, the very edge of his mouth curls upward. Out of all the weapons why does it somehow make sense that Aerith's is the equivalent of a giant stick. A giant, metal stick with weights on it, of course. But a whacking instrument none the less. Then the Zenene is lunging forward again, trying to cut under his guard with the Buster and he has to leave Aerith to deal with the Vargid Police just a little longer as he goes for the kill himself.]
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