His name's Cloud. He's... yeah. I guess you saw him, right?
-focuses on projecting something-
-concept of creation, basic structure, composition material, skill of making, experience of growth, accumulated years, manufacturing process-
-Shirou holds the fusion swords now-
-and is straining a bit to hold them, letting them rest on the ground a bit-
-fuggin heavy-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-Cloud would find Adol, still on his feet, pushing himself off the tree.-
-Clearly heavily battered from the blow, Adol regardless raised his sword again.-
-He stared straight at Cloud and spit out what, from Cloud could see at his distance, was either blood, or a tooth.-
-Adol grumbled that it was about time Cloud fought him seriously, and swore that he would not get struck with such a blow again.-

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-Adol took a wide step back, deliberately leaving himself open.-