Often, joy, or at least some form of amusement would follow the first punch. Or maybe anger. Certainly, that was not the case this time around. The remnant could feel the tension in the air growing... These strong feelings that everyone in this street built it up... Strange how she wasn't the center of the world. That would soon change. He and his brothers would make sure of it.

As Loz landed on the flood, still on his feet by and by, the black-haired woman had decided to try to punch him. He gave a silent stare, grinning as he saw her miss. At this, the playfulness sparked in him. Resist, resist...

Now for the situation at hand: after silently debating whether or not he should attack, the remnant noticed Cloud's sword was drawn. Cheh. First, to state the obvious, "You're going to attack me." For some reason, that in itself was hilarious. His grin stretched. "Don't worry brother, I wouldn't dare attack you to hurt you."

What would the others do next? Amused, he mused.