Zack was left there to stand and watch as Tifa tried to get some blood up on the ceiling herself. It was true that he had an advantage when he had a sword that he could use to direct the blood splatters, but what the girl pulled off was arguably more impressive than what he had done.

While Zack was strong and generally pretty agile, the way that Tifa bounced off of the wall like it was nothing was impressive. It was true that the dog's body barely missed the ceiling, but the whole thing was neat enough that he was willing to let it slide.

And in the end, the contest wasn't all that important. What mattered was that the two of them were taking out monsters together and generally having a good time of it.

"Sure does," he replied as he gave his sword a twirl, wanting to put it into his back holster until he remembered that he didn't have one. That was a shame. He glanced over at his arm again, noticing that the burn was still in full force; luckily, the adrenaline that came with fighting had lessened the pain for the moment.

That wasn't going to last, though. "We'd better keep moving," he said with a sigh.