((ooc: Pretend she looks less happy in her icon. orz))
Cloud's words fell on deaf ears, naturally, as the crazed girl continued her sprint towards him, blades pointed right at his torso, ready to stab through him and get him out of her way, no thoughts or any regards to any strategy he'd use to defend himself or eventually counterattack. No rational thought could find its way to Luki's mind, now, all she could feel was rage, all she could see was an enemy she had to take down.
Metal clashed against metal, and Cloud's sword got somewhat stuck between Luki's weapons, struggling and using unimaginable strength to get through his shield and finish the job. Luki was - almost literally - snarling; widened, maddened eyes pierced his look with her own, her low growl quickly turning into a frustrated, hoarse and continued scream, her arms pushing the blades forward in one last attempt to cause damage before jumping back.