[The sound of leather mitts hitting one another echoes for a brief moment as the woman regains the feeling in her knuckles. A wink is given in the direction of the blonde-haired soldier, a faint smile on her lips before she takes the steps forward to match his position with the group.]

I'm fine with taking the lead so long as you think you can keep up with me.

[A break in the tension is what is needed, a elbow playfully jabbing at the young Ramza's ribs before she turns back around to look at Yuffie.]

I hope to Ifrit you've got a bit more under your belt since you've got a few months on me from back home. Any tricks up your sleeve or are we doing this the old-fashioned way?