Tifa's eyes remained forever glued on Cloud, committing a cardinal sin of martial arts as she did nothing to acknowledge the other members of his party. Each of them was just as much a threat to their cause as Cloud was, but her fight wasn't with them.

The gloves she wore on her hands slid past the worn, experience knuckles. Slender, piano-player fingers went straight to ease the leather and metal off of her grip until the mitts fell to the ground with a heavy thud. She flexed her digits back and forth, cracking them without the use of each opposing hand, shaking them out as her last encounter had left her feeling a bit more rusty than she had anticipated.

Her front foot pressed into the ground as if she were stamping out a small fire, getting the ball of her foot loose and ready for in inevitable scramble that was about to occur.

"Give me one good reason why I should." She bats her right hand into her left, punching against her open hand as the sound of her bare fists slamming into bare skin echoed loudly around the gathering of opposing forces. She turns her head side to side, facing her companions to make her intentions known. "The blonde one is mine, got me? No one lays a hand on him except for me."