[Balthier continues to disregard the script for the time being, biting back the urge to laugh as Tifa manages to take their foe by surprise and disarm him a second time. He catches the blade she tosses him easily, with all the dexterity of someone quite used to tossing things about on the fly, and offers her his most charming smile in reply.]
My thanks— shall we show him he's in for more than he bargained for?
[Because this man had made a grave, grave mistake in underestimating them.]
"This isn't how the scene goes—!"
[Balthier begins to walk towards the masked man at a steady pace, sword held out in front of him, and he manages to catch the man beneath the chin as he continues to scramble to reclaim his own blade, tipping it upwards so that he's forced to look at the both of them.]
We're taking things in another direction. You no longer have creative control— nor should you ever have, given your gross oversights and dreadful casting. Too many people have been injured at your hand already; the least you could have done was put on a good show in the process. Embarrassing, is it not, to have to be carried by us?
[He and Tifa are knocking this out of the proverbial park, as far as he's concerned.]
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[Balthier continues to disregard the script for the time being, biting back the urge to laugh as Tifa manages to take their foe by surprise and disarm him a second time. He catches the blade she tosses him easily, with all the dexterity of someone quite used to tossing things about on the fly, and offers her his most charming smile in reply.]
My thanks— shall we show him he's in for more than he bargained for?
[Because this man had made a grave, grave mistake in underestimating them.]
"This isn't how the scene goes—!"
[Balthier begins to walk towards the masked man at a steady pace, sword held out in front of him, and he manages to catch the man beneath the chin as he continues to scramble to reclaim his own blade, tipping it upwards so that he's forced to look at the both of them.]
We're taking things in another direction. You no longer have creative control— nor should you ever have, given your gross oversights and dreadful casting. Too many people have been injured at your hand already; the least you could have done was put on a good show in the process. Embarrassing, is it not, to have to be carried by us?
[He and Tifa are knocking this out of the proverbial park, as far as he's concerned.]