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Fic Series: Murphy's Laws of Combat
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Title: Murphy's Laws of Combat: 4 - Odd or conspicuous objects attract fire. Never lurk behind one.
Rating: G
Summary: "Good thing you're so short, Strife,"

"Good thing you're so short, Strife," Verjaz joked after another round of war games. "Otherwise you'd be the number one target, 'stead of number two."

Cloud looked across at the other guy. Verjaz was a tall guy, built solid like most of the troopers. He had dark hair, just like most of the troopers. Cloud was the only small blond in amongst a platoon of tall, mostly dark, solidly built men. He was the youngest, the slimmest, and the most distinctive of the lot. He had bruises on his bruises as a result of being all of these things.

"Why am I number two?" he asked, curious.

"You're a smaller target than Sarge," Verjaz laughed, ducking away from the kid as Strife tried to thump him one.

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