Nothing. [Cloud grips his shirt, then pushes himself back to his feet and shakes the tenseness out of his arm by drawing the sword in a quick, readying arc in front of himself. It hurt, but not as much as his pride.
Damn you Yazoo, you son of a bitch.] Let's keep going.
[Action]
Damn you Yazoo, you son of a bitch.] Let's keep going.