After finishing the group of heartless that had remained near the back alley Cloud slowly sighed sheathing his buster sword. "Heartless..they swarm here.." Everywhere Cloud traveled they seemed inches behind him but something was almost nulling them at the moment. Thoughts drifting to Aerith and his old friends he closed his eyes opening them slowly. He kind of wondered where Squall would be at the moment as well. He seemed the only decent partner to have. There was also the threat of Sephiroth constantly looming. Moving back to the large crate he had found himself at before he leaned quietly. Yellow hair wavering some in mid air it came to a stop. He felt eyes on him for a brief second then nothing. Only one word crossed his lips in responce. "...Sephiroth." He had found it to this place wherever it was. That only seemed to weigh down Cloud's spirit as he noticed a seemingly large peice of armor fall from the sky. It looked like a new form of the heartless but it was huge. Pushing himself from the leaning position he squared off with the floating armor menace. Black..just like what was left of his soul. He couldn't help anyone but he wouldn't let himself be defeated by such a thing. Quietly redrawing his buster sword he heard a challenging clank from the battle armor. As the noise of the battle between the two drifted a signifying boom resounded. The large crate had been shattered to peices as wooden boards flew left and right.