[She's at the edge of the bridge, her toes just barely hanging over the edge of the rocky path when she hears the voice and, upon turning around to see who it is, about ready to shout that she doesn't need any more distractions or criticism, tears immediately form in the corners of her eyes and she shrieks. She can't recognize the suit of armour, and it's jarring to say the least—not something she was expecting to see when she spun to face him.
And so she stumbles backwards, afraid, and Tifa can feel the ground slip from under her feet. She screams, and the world around them shakes as she grabs on for something—anything—before she falls to the foggy depths below. There's a rope she clutches onto on the bridge, but it sways in the wind as she holds on for dear life.]
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And so she stumbles backwards, afraid, and Tifa can feel the ground slip from under her feet. She screams, and the world around them shakes as she grabs on for something—anything—before she falls to the foggy depths below. There's a rope she clutches onto on the bridge, but it sways in the wind as she holds on for dear life.]
Help...!