[Tifa is back on her feet without issue, leaping up off the ground and brushing the dust from her skirt while she watches, impressed, at Ahsoka's show of skill and giving herself some time to breathe before they're back at it again.
The kicks aimed at her torso are gently blocked with her arms, one after the other, but it puts her further into the defensive that she has to take a moment to think about how her next move is going to turn the tables back in her favour... as if this is a real fight and not just a friendly spar!
As soon as there's an opening, Tifa flips backwards, same as Ahsoka had done seconds earlier, charges up at the other end of the bridge, and bolts forward with punches ready in both hands, right first, aiming high, but the left is a feint—a distraction as her foot kicks low.
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The kicks aimed at her torso are gently blocked with her arms, one after the other, but it puts her further into the defensive that she has to take a moment to think about how her next move is going to turn the tables back in her favour... as if this is a real fight and not just a friendly spar!
As soon as there's an opening, Tifa flips backwards, same as Ahsoka had done seconds earlier, charges up at the other end of the bridge, and bolts forward with punches ready in both hands, right first, aiming high, but the left is a feint—a distraction as her foot kicks low.
As Jessie Rasberry would say: Psyche!]