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Fresh from her match against a man-hating spear-wielder, Tifa comes to this battle ready to face something completely different. Unfortunately, she's fighting Florina. Oh, well. As always, her powerful limit techniques and expert martial arts skills are sure to give her a leg up over just about any fighter she'll ever meet in Middle. All she needs to do is make sure she stays alive long enough to unleash a devestating attack string, and the match is hers. Her opponent may have the advantage of flight, but Tifa Lockheart knows a thing or two about defying gravity. |
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Eeeeeeeeek, a - wait, that's still not a man. Well, that's good! Florina dispatched a female mage with ease last week, and she will do so yet again! She will have to be careful to not trigger a limit, but that won't be impossible - with a Killing Edge and a timely critical, Florina will send that floozy to an early knockdown, and her counters will definitely help there. After all, Tifa is all about close-up combat, and even her physical attacks, other than her limit break, are pathetically weak. That means, another victory for the shining light of Ilia is in the offing! |
SageAcrin Two beautiful women. Judged by an all-male team of six judges. So many ways this could go wrong, aren't there? With the mudpits, the cream, the bikini contests, the wet tee-shirts, why, there were an incredible array of options at their disposal. --- "...Uh, why aren't...we down there?" Florina asked, puzzled. "Well, you see, the judges couldn't make up their minds-ow, don't give up that easy, Sten!...never thought I'd live to say that..." Tifa said, sighing. "Anyway, they decided to fight it out, since they couldn't make up their minds in just what way to humiliate and scantily clad both of us. And each one's wearing a certain color. Yours is blue, mine is red. Whoever's color wins the brawl, well, we win." "What? But...I don't get it, if we win, they...can't do that." Florina said. "Well, no one ever called them bright." She said, watching Zidane finish off Zell. "And it looks like my side's the winner. Now, I need to run as far as possible before they think I should be grateful." Tifa said. "Maybe I can hide in another arena. I think Slust and Mirage are fighting." She added, as she dashed out of the audience. Tifa Lockheart: 63 |
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