[NO BITCH THE RECORDER IS MEIN. And geez, you drama llama :|]
"Oh fuck off!" Nero was too busy snarling at the blond to actually pay any attention to the blood, or Cloud's blood, anyway, since he was more preoccupied in making the soldiers bleed, instead. He jumped, left hand griping vice-like to his sword and revving the handle until the blade flared hot and red. A clean dash forward and a streak and five soldiers set to burn with the touch of the metal, the fuel injected in the blade igniting and Nero's body mimicking with the pump of adrenaline making his breath hitch, his teeth grind and his lips snarl in a feral attack. One soldier was unfortunately standing at his right, machine gun firing furiously at him and Nero stopped, hit, but just slightly unharmed. And how handy it was that he was on his right side. The Devil Bringer moved, grabbing the kevlar vest by the man's stomach and pushing him up, only to pull him back down against the floor with a sick sound of crackling bones and concrete.
"Who's next?" he turned around, sword at his shoulder, only to stop at Cloud's assault. ....well, well, well, sounds like someone was having fun.