[He can feel the kick through his boots, but unfortunately for Tifa, they're made of reinforced hard leather, designed so help insulate and protect him from Flamek's lightning. So instead he brings his arms around her, the barrel of his gun pressed dangerously against her neck as he puts her in a choke hold.]
Give it up.
[His voice is low, cold, and harsh against her ears. It does occur to him that it's strange that she's fighting so desperately to make him leave, and a part of him wonders why, but whenever he hears one of the corgis barking downstairs, those thoughts are immediately pushed away and are replaced with what he should do with this woman.
Killing her......not off the table, but he still would rather not. If he can render her unconscious he can just dump her outside and let Alice deal with it... Yet somehow that idea brings a strange discomforting feeling.
No, he has a job to finish, and his grip tightens as he pushes in harder.]
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Give it up.
[His voice is low, cold, and harsh against her ears. It does occur to him that it's strange that she's fighting so desperately to make him leave, and a part of him wonders why, but whenever he hears one of the corgis barking downstairs, those thoughts are immediately pushed away and are replaced with what he should do with this woman.
Killing her......not off the table, but he still would rather not. If he can render her unconscious he can just dump her outside and let Alice deal with it... Yet somehow that idea brings a strange discomforting feeling.
No, he has a job to finish, and his grip tightens as he pushes in harder.]