[Her struggle for breath has Tifa gripping his arm tighter, her skin burning under the touch of the elements that have started to swirl together into something dangerous. She can feel the heat tingling and searing through her under her armour now, and it takes everything in her not to give in and scream.
Tears blur her vision again, turning the kitchen around her into a world of nothing. Why is he doing this? Some enchantment, sure, but what kind of curse is this that it would make him go this far? She gets it—he doesn't remember her and whatever happened wiped his memory clean, but does he have to fight so hard to stay? To get her to leave? He's a fighter, but she didn't expect that he'd pull her into a choke hold like this...
He's left her no choice.
If he really, truly wants to fight her, then she'll bring the fight to him. In a move that is all too familiar to her, Tifa wraps her hands around his arms once more at the tingle on her ear and back of her neck, and she'll swing him over her body, flipping him onto the ground with a thud. And, before he can recover or breathe air back into his lungs, she's grabbing him by the cloak, lifting him, and shoving his back to the nearest wall so hard that she crashes into him.]
Snap out of it!
[She isn't yelling, but the desperation and anger are clear, and she has a hard time battling with the tears that stream down the sides of her face and stain her red cheeks.]
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Tears blur her vision again, turning the kitchen around her into a world of nothing. Why is he doing this? Some enchantment, sure, but what kind of curse is this that it would make him go this far? She gets it—he doesn't remember her and whatever happened wiped his memory clean, but does he have to fight so hard to stay? To get her to leave? He's a fighter, but she didn't expect that he'd pull her into a choke hold like this...
He's left her no choice.
If he really, truly wants to fight her, then she'll bring the fight to him. In a move that is all too familiar to her, Tifa wraps her hands around his arms once more at the tingle on her ear and back of her neck, and she'll swing him over her body, flipping him onto the ground with a thud. And, before he can recover or breathe air back into his lungs, she's grabbing him by the cloak, lifting him, and shoving his back to the nearest wall so hard that she crashes into him.]
Snap out of it!
[She isn't yelling, but the desperation and anger are clear, and she has a hard time battling with the tears that stream down the sides of her face and stain her red cheeks.]