[Tifa heaves a breath, more like a sigh, when she brings her fists up. She should have expected the specters to come at them sooner or later—it was only a matter of time until some of them would slip past the people trying to block their path on the bridge. She's going to need to focus on her magic, so her second breath is slower, deeper.
Finally, more fire erupts around her fists, and small as the flames may be, it's something.]
Alright. Bring it on.
[She wastes no time in running at the oncoming specters, but rather than attack them head on, she slides beneath them, drawing their attention back towards the bridge and away from Juzo.]
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Finally, more fire erupts around her fists, and small as the flames may be, it's something.]
Alright. Bring it on.
[She wastes no time in running at the oncoming specters, but rather than attack them head on, she slides beneath them, drawing their attention back towards the bridge and away from Juzo.]