Jenova>Antenora
"NO. YOUR MOTHER FORBIDS IT. YOU MAY NOT ATTEMPT TO SEDUCE THAT MAN WITH SEXY DEATH THROES. EVEN EVIL MOTHERS HAVE ETHICS." Jenova-Death boomed through a "mouth".
"...You... you aren't... This is Antenora, Jenova." Antenora said kindly.
"AND?"
"... I'm not Hojo? Nor am I your son, Sephiroth. I'm, uh. You're not related to me at all."
"...AND?"
"So will you please lay off the parental advice?"
"I DON'T REALLY SEE WHY."
"Because we're supposed to be fight-AAAAAH FIRE GET IT OFF GET IT OFF"
"OH. WELL, YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME YOU WANTED TO BURN TO DEATH FIRST. ...SINCE YOU AREN'T MY DAUGHTER, WANT ME TO MAKE SURE THEY RECORD THIS FOR VINSFELD?"
"Please do."
"OKAY."
"Thanks. AAAAH FIRE PAIN AGONY OOOOWOWOWOWOWOW"
Rose>Hahn
Both fighters utilize a skill that causes death in the person targeted, without hesitation.
Rose possesses an item allowing her to guard against the mystical magics capable of stealing life straight from the bones, thus protecting her against her own ability if needed.
Hahn does not.
However, being a learned man, and Rose being a wise woman with many years behind her, the two came to an agreeable conclusion.
"Put me out of my misery, Rose! Please! I beg of you and your good nature! Help me!"
Apparently Alys wedgies are far more brutal than a lot of things out there. Rose understood, thanks to fanservice clothing, and had no problems issuing the merciful end for Hahn.
Alys is just angry that Hahn's managed to get up to her level in the DL, the little dweeb.
Albert>Meredy
"Ohmigoooooooooooooood Meredy loves-loooooooves it! It's so big and fluffy and cute and huggable and adorable and Quicky can ride it and - and - and - weeee!"
"So. Albert." Reeve looked to the king with a slight grin. "Was it worth it to buy one of my Cait Sith dolls?"
"Completely." The king smiled contently. "Better than fighting such a lass in the arena. I'd not be able to sleep with myself if I did so. And the cost total?"
Reeve passed him a slip of paper. Albert took a glance, before his eyes narrowed on Reeve. The Shin-Ra executive shrugged. "You paid for the best in customized AI there, friend."
"How much can I get if I apply the Albert's Royal Discount coupon?" Albert asked casually.
"What coupon?" Reeve asked, bemused. "I don't remember acceptin-"
Albert raised his spear to face Reeve's left eye, a slight grin on his face.
"nnnnnnnnnnnot that I remember all the coupons I issue! Of course we'll accept that one! Hold on a second and let me check with my manufacturer..." Reeve ducked out, leaving Albert to sit there watching Meredy and Quicky ride on the Cait Sith doll.
Fargo>Rafa
Fargo isn't exactly the most ethical of duelists. Rafa is a woman with a traumatic past, who still is recovering from all the details therein.
"...so you beat 'er in an 'onest fight, Fargo? Gettin' a wee bit soft in ya old age?" Kid asked with a snigger.
Fargo looked at Kid steadily for a moment. "And what would have happened if I dressed up like Barinten?"
"You'd have scared that bird straight outta the arena, that's what!" Kid laughed.
"And invited the wrath of Malak."
"Yeah, and who fears Mala-"
"And Ramza."
"...Oh."
"And, by extension, Agrias, Meliadoul, maybe Delita, Orlandu, Worker 8, Beowulf, Reis..."
"Okay okay okay I get your point already! Sheesh. Coulda just said it was a bad idea..."
Kent>Hix
"Okay. You've got a lot of potential, that much is clear. However. If you want to truly harness the power of that sword of yours..."
"Ah... Ah! Yes, I see now!"
Rebecca strolled down the arena passageway with a plate in hand, a tune humming through her head as she smiled somewhat vacantly, frowning only at the sight of Tengaar with her ear pressed against the door of the room for which she was delivering food, paying little attention to the archer.
"Uh. Tengaar, the door's-" Rebecca started.
Tengaar looked up, and motioned wildly at Rebecca. With a pause, Rebecca set down the plate and moved next to the door, listening in as well.
"See, you can easily slide the blade in and out of its scabbard... like so. Your previous method was rather sloppy; far too rushed..."
"Ah..."
Rebecca paused, before looking to Tengaar, befuddled.
"It's the basics practice Kent promised Hix after Hix lost that match to him. What about it?"
Tengaar was giggling. "These two clearly have no idea what the sound like, you know?"
Rebecca paused. Then her face turned red. Then she thought about it a second more, and turned completely crimson. With a muffled "Eeeeeeeee" she sprinted away from the door, leaving Tengaar laughing loudly outside the door as it swung open. Hix looked out, eyeing Tengaar curiously. "What is it?"
"Oh... oh, Rebecca dropped off the food for you. Go... ahaha... go ahead." Tengaar said between breaths.
"Ah. Thanks." Grabbing the plate of food, Hix shut the door again, leaving Tengaar laughing still.
"So what was that about, Hix?" Kent asked placidly.
"I think Rebecca and Tengaar were listening in." Hix replied, eyeing the food. "Mmm, sandwiches."
"I am not used to the rations of this world yet, I must confess, but for the Lady Lyn, I shall endure." Kent said with the hint of a smile. "But why would... ah, the usual commentary on those who walk the road of the valiant fighter?"
"Yeah, pretty much, I'd guess."
A shadow passed Kent's face. "Bah. That happens far too often."
Hix paused, before his face flushed. "Wait, so you and Sain aren'-"
The flash of a blade was all Hix remembered before he fell unconscious. Kent glared at the young man, then the flat of his sword irritably. "And the fact that that caught you off guard means you still have much to learn, it seems."