open ✨ life can be harsh, it can be bitter.

[starshower]

Who: Tifa Lockhart feat. Cloud Strife & YOU
What: September catch-all. Tifa tries to find something else she enjoys outside of Heavenly Blanc, and drags Cloud along for the ride.
Where: Where the threads happen
When: When the threads happen
Content Warnings: N/A

𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 '𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 & 𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚊 ★ 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙 ★ 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 ★ 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍 ★ ♫

Comments

[realway]

[ tifa's smirk is returned with a small smirk from ahsoka, impressed by the knee trick. she'll have to try that.

of course as she thinks that, guard down, tifa snakes around her arm and gets her on the ground as well. that may bruise later! or not, she doesn't really know how injuries work on this world yet. ]

Hah. [ a quick breathed laugh. ] You too.

[ game respects game. let's kick it up. she yanks her arm away from tifa and plants her hands on the bridge floor, springing back up and into a series of a few back flips. once the distance is made she'll be the next to launch herself, expecting tifa to be up again in no short time.

whereas tifa started with punch, ahsoka goes with kick. once in range she feints a side-step and gives a combo kick, left leg, then right leg, aiming for the sides of her torso. ]

[starshower]

[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.

As Jessie Rasberry would say: Psyche!]