[His offer for a spar surprises her, but what surprises her more than that is when he sets his sword down. In those few seconds, she had expected that she would be going up against his weapon, and wouldn't have minded—it would at least put them on equal playing grounds—but she won't say no to a friendly fist-to-fist showdown.
Her brows twitch upward, and she stretches her arms up over her head before lowering them with fists at the ready.]
Sure, why not? Been a while since I've worked up a good sweat!
[Tifa bounces twice between her feet, her smile widening as she feels the blood already starting to pump.]
You don't want me to go easy on you, do you?
[She doesn't intend to go all-out, of course. That would mean smashing trees, and these ones are too pretty to break...]
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Her brows twitch upward, and she stretches her arms up over her head before lowering them with fists at the ready.]
Sure, why not? Been a while since I've worked up a good sweat!
[Tifa bounces twice between her feet, her smile widening as she feels the blood already starting to pump.]
You don't want me to go easy on you, do you?
[She doesn't intend to go all-out, of course. That would mean smashing trees, and these ones are too pretty to break...]