[ That display of acrobatics is nearly enough to distract Juzo from his efforts of drawing power from the ghost, but he regains his focus quickly enough. Tifa buys him valuable time to siphon more power than he'd normally be able to before the specter turned on him. He'll have to thank her later.
Juzo settles into his stance, one foot back to brace himself as though he were prepared to stop an oncoming train instead of blow a hole in a ghost. ]
Don't need to tell me twice!
[ He winds up, body arcing as he draws his fist back. The motion is familiar yet alien, since he's drawing on magic instead of the metal and wires that live beneath his skin, but when he throws his fist forward, he throws his whole body behind the blow. Magic bursts from his knuckles, a wave of force that ripples and explodes and tears the specter to shreds, kicking up dust and water droplets from the edge of the river. ]
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Juzo settles into his stance, one foot back to brace himself as though he were prepared to stop an oncoming train instead of blow a hole in a ghost. ]
Don't need to tell me twice!
[ He winds up, body arcing as he draws his fist back. The motion is familiar yet alien, since he's drawing on magic instead of the metal and wires that live beneath his skin, but when he throws his fist forward, he throws his whole body behind the blow. Magic bursts from his knuckles, a wave of force that ripples and explodes and tears the specter to shreds, kicking up dust and water droplets from the edge of the river. ]