Oct 12, 2010 07:49
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here]"Made it..." She whispered triumphantly as she walked quietly into the dark and quiet hallway first. It was hard to decide where the best place would be to stand since once others began to flood in, Asuka could easily be overshadowed by the taller adults. "Hmmm..." The best she could guess was to hug the opposite wall by the doorway and
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"Good!" She patted her right leg at the thigh. "It scabbed over already," The last of her bruising had cleared up as well. Her nose was a bit wider at the bridge even after the medical staff, or who ever else, had reset the bone and cartilage, but it wasn't very noticeable to those unfamiliar with her. She was healthy and fit again, and ready to clean out Doyleton! Even better still was her partner's sense of humor. It was rare to find those who could rise above oppression with a smile. Though, there were times when her good attitude only stayed in place to comfort the masses, Zack's seemed rather genuine, something she thought was surprising coming from the line of work he did. Tifa appreciated it nonetheless; it gave her a chance to ease up.
"Alright, well, here goes nothing..." Tifa faced the wall behind Zack. Her left palm smoothed over the cold paint covering the wall, testing for weak points or studs in the wall. Thankfully, it wasn't drywall since she would only make swiss cheese out of the thing and never break the ring, but the solid weight she felt still made her cautious. This was going to hurt. A lot, in fact. Tifa didn't have her gloves and her endurance wasn't like it used to be. Tifa could very well break her hand, but as the saying went: No guts, no glory. This was the quickest way to reach her goal. A few busted knuckles would be nothing new. She pressed a tight fist against the wall and stepped back until her arm was completely straight. Taking a deep breath, Tifa let it out slowly as she stepped forward and thrust her right fist out, letting her shoulder roll inward with experienced ease.
It connected quickly and the shock wracked up her arm and was absorbed by her body. Her pinky finger throbbed from the extra impact it took because of the ring, and she hoped it wouldn't need to be repeated a second time.
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