Wow. If he wasn't still pretty badly shell-shocked— Okay, no, he's impressed either way. Sure, he put a lot into that swing, but the blows she lands on it are all her.
Yeah, they're definitely going to talk, after this.
In the meantime - she doesn't have to tell him twice to ready up. Or once, even. After that decisive kick to the head, it's obvious the zu's going down, and Zack darts forward to meet it. The hunk of metal in his hands isn't much beyond its size, probably a piece of some roof the storm tore apart. But Zack doesn't need much to lob the wounded bird with one great big SOLDIER-powered wallop.
With a last, wounded cry, the zu tumbles end over end across the grass landing in a heap of shadow and feathers. Zack tosses down the ruined hunk of metal - bent beyond repair or use, now - and jogs to meet Tifa.
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Yeah, they're definitely going to talk, after this.
In the meantime - she doesn't have to tell him twice to ready up. Or once, even. After that decisive kick to the head, it's obvious the zu's going down, and Zack darts forward to meet it. The hunk of metal in his hands isn't much beyond its size, probably a piece of some roof the storm tore apart. But Zack doesn't need much to lob the wounded bird with one great big SOLDIER-powered wallop.
With a last, wounded cry, the zu tumbles end over end across the grass landing in a heap of shadow and feathers. Zack tosses down the ruined hunk of metal - bent beyond repair or use, now - and jogs to meet Tifa.
"You okay?"