[Sometimes people need a little bruising to their pride to improve, Akechi!!

Tifa slows her roll, a sheepish smile parting the enthusiasm in her expression, and she lowers her fists, relaxing her pose. She knows her strengths, and she can be a little hard on people sometimes, but going easy on someone never went well, either. It at least helps her to know where they're at.

Slowly, she glances over her shoulder to his sword.]

No need to thank me. Just remember what I said, and we'll call it even. But next time... I want you to spar with your sword.