/Edited and re-done on July 29, 2010 at 8:49 AM. I really love this one, it has to be one of my favorites.
Alternate title:
-Just off the Key of Reason-
She runs down the stairs, hair whipping about and getting in her eyes, driven solely by the pounding rhythm of her heart in her ears and the adrenaline of explosions and the belief of doing good. She's running and exploding and trying to be good. She's doing good. She is.
Jumping, skidding, flying, she turns back and aims a few good punches at the monster behind her while moving all the time. Move, move, move, (it's the only way to survive) keep moving. Faster, forward, sideways, (anyway but backwards) she's crazy for liking this and she knows it and she doesn't care.
The monster emits some kind of sound of pain as she hit its sensitive nose and she takes that opportunity to take a leap of lunacy from the side of the stairway, fourteen stories up.
She screams something she can't understand behind her heart and the adrenaline and the massive explosion of the highest floor. It rocked the entire building as she reaches out and grabs the handle of another staircase. Her arm nearly comes out of her socket, but she pulls herself up and she makes herself run down stairs again. She's absolutely insane. This is bliss.
The second highest floor explodes and the sheer heat it radiates seems to seep into her like some kind of energy.
She tires of the stairs, jumps the last two levels, and hits the ground running. Her legs ache, that was stupid, but she's running, running, running. She has to make it back or stay behind, and that monster wasn't very friendly.
Another explosion, it's behind her now, but she can still feel the heat. She's gasping for breath and there are things -colors- swimming in front of her eyes. If she stops she might not start again, besides this is the best thing she's done in ages.
The rest of the building explodes at once, the sheer force of the fire's energy propelling her forward a bit. It was a very tall building, and in a way beautiful in its demise.
Now comes the part where she's so tired and so out of breath that adrenaline overrides everything else and it's like she's not tired at all and can run for miles. No one told her it was going to be like this when she signed up, but she loves it. It's crazy but there's joy in the explosions and ending that dreaded place.
And the name finally dawns on her, she realizes how it fits. When all else fails fight your way out. Beat everything in your path and move, move, MOVE.
There's one way to describe this feeling, this empowerment.
She is unstoppable; powerful, motion, rhythm, perfection.
Tifa is an Avalanche.