Grumbling, maybe, but it's pinned to the ground with a broadsword rammed through its back, all the way to the hilt and into the cement.

Cloud just laughs and grins, not yet trusting his coordination enough to get up. He had just flubbed it spectacularly. "I'm fine, Zack. Really. It's the wall I'm not so sure about... Where have you been, buddy? You changed your cell phone number on me."