[Tifa hovers frighteningly close over the man when his gaze is brought up to them, sword digging into the ground to help prop her up, and she can see he's having troubles swallowing Balthier's words—literally. She's never heard someone swallow out of fear so loudly before. But there's something else that she thinks needs doing before they really show him how to put on a spectacle, especially now that there's an audience gathering again.
She rips the mask from over his eyes, revealing his face—awful casting for the Dread Pirate, if you ask her, but they already knew that—and she flips him over onto his stomach with ease, hands behind his back so she can use the strip of fabric to bind them together.]
You can watch.
[Except Tifa plunges the sword into the ground, just far enough out of his reach, and with one last smile over her shoulder at Balthier, she struts to center stage, adjusting her gloves as she goes.]
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She rips the mask from over his eyes, revealing his face—awful casting for the Dread Pirate, if you ask her, but they already knew that—and she flips him over onto his stomach with ease, hands behind his back so she can use the strip of fabric to bind them together.]
You can watch.
[Except Tifa plunges the sword into the ground, just far enough out of his reach, and with one last smile over her shoulder at Balthier, she struts to center stage, adjusting her gloves as she goes.]
Now, where were we?