Grey clouds loomed over the dirty streets of the slums, threatening to pour down torrential rains. The low rumble of heavy thunder clouds boomed in the distance, rattling the glass of a nearby shop. A confident hand shook back disheveled red strands that terminated into that signature tail. The adoption of his over zealous battle stance signified that he was well prepared for the fight, the hum of the electro magnetic rod settling any hidden nerves that might have otherwise stirred. There were several occasions when he and his comrades met AVALANCHE in battle, and this time seemed no different than any other.
In the rare moments of silence before the commencement of battle, the clouds above thinned for what seemed an eternity, allowing precious rays of sunlight to drape the street in an ethereal glow. Turquoise settled on the woman standing opposite him, illuminated in the soft light. Her fists were raised defensively, but her hesitation was obvious. Time seemed to freeze as he watched the hypnotic rise and fall of her chest with each even breath, her legs steadily swaying in the manner that usually meant she was prepared to provide him with a black eye. She dared him, moving closer as she inspected this trance he seemed so lost within, and his eyes met with her own. He nearly drown deep in the calming colour with which burgundy shone. Without warning, a radiant smile curved plush lips, or so he thought. The red-haired Turk was left adrift, fleeting moments bearing down on his mind while he entertained the idea of stopping her with a kiss.
The clouds finally broke, a deluge of dirty water pouring down upon the scene. The brunette stood unblinking, while the water sleeked her calf length hair against pale features. His will to fight suddenly seemed to flee, his arm lowering the rod which one might have been surprised to find hadn't reacted poorly with the downpour. This was his second mistake. Her body moved with fluid grace, launching toward him, her boot providing a deafening blow to his chest. Lanky physique stumbled backward, the breath temporarily knocked from his lungs. In nothing short of a miracle, he managed to stay on his feet, though barely. Much needed oxygen was sucked harshly past parted lips as he fought to take a breath. The moment had passed and he stood before her, an enemy once again.
A short, imaginary piece of a moment Reno might have experienced during an encounter with Tifa toward the beginning of the game. This might just bloom into a story, if I feel inclined. I'm a little self-conscious about the writing, here. Thanks for reading!