Cloud ignored the pain when cans were falling on his arms and building up at their sides as the shaking continued. The sound was loud, but he refused to move so that he could protect his partner in return, even if he knew that they would both be rather sore. Who knew that little cans could be so deadly.

He was thankful when the shaking stopped, though he was certain that they were both quite buried laying on the floor as they were. He shifted his arms slightly even as Sephiroth rose a bit to look at him, and he could feel piled cans on his arms. "No more than some bruises and scraps. You?"