Discordant

In the heart of an arena typically reserved for Raubahn and other high-ranking members of the Immortal Flames, Andrew stood across from a thoroughly warmed-up Tifa with a relaxed smile, asking, "You sure about this...?"

"I need to know how my skills compare to yours," replied Tifa, bouncing on her toes before getting into a southpaw boxing stance. Then, despite more than twenty meters separating them, she appeared before Andrew in an instant, landing a heavy blow against his left forearm with her right hand, pushing him back, and following it up with a palm strike toward his chin.

Swaying backward to avoid Tifa's palm strike, Andrew surprised her by flipping onto his hands and pushing himself several meters into the air. His reflexes were outstanding, but as he had little experience in hand-to-hand combat, he decided to keep a bit of distance between them, unleashing a burst of pale green wind-elemental energy from his palm using the Wind Materia implanted in his wrist.

Instead of attempting to evade, Tifa jumped up and performed a spinning axe kick, dispersing the miniature tempest with her heel before landing on the ground and kicking off with enough force to create spiderweb cracks in the compacted dirt floor of the arena, propelling herself toward Andrew like a rocket.

Slapping away Tifa's trio of attempts to strike his face, Andrew remarked, "Did my face hurt you in some way...?"

"Take this seriously!" shouted Tifa, pulling in all her limbs, tucking her body, and rolling forward before kicking outward, impacting Andrew's crossed arms and sending him flying backward, nearly into the arena's wall. Fortunately, he managed to arrest his momentum a few centimeters from its surface, expelling wind-elemental energy from his entire body as he shifted, almost magnetically, to the side.

Impacting the area Andrew had been with her foot, Tifa ran along the curved surface of the wall as if there was a powerful adhesive on the soles of her feet, nearly catching him by surprise as she leaped, spun through the air, and kicked toward his head.

Seeing Tifa's move approaching him in slow motion, a distinctive blue hue emerged from Andrew's body like steam as he shifted forward, tracing his hand along her leg and thigh to gauge the distance as he slipped past her kick and placed the palm of his right hand under her chin, turning her face and head to the side, destroying her balance.

Recovering before she crash-landed, Tifa flipped over and performed a three-point landing, her fist leaving a deep impression in the ground. In the next moment, she was assailing him again, this time making use of her own Materia as electricity, courtesy of a Lightning Materia, enveloped her fists.

Though the electrical energy caused his hair to become spikier and the fur along his tail to stand on end, Andrew just smiled as he intercepted and swatted aside Tifa's aerial attacks. Without the ground as leverage, the force of her blows was a lot weaker than usual. Thus, even though her Strength wasn't far behind his 375 at 339, she couldn't utilize it to its full effectiveness.

Seemingly realizing this herself, Tifa attempted to grab Andrew by the sleeve edges of his vest, but he knocked her hands to the side with a bit of force, causing her to spread her arms wide as he wrapped his around her body, musing, "I'm more of a lover than a fighter..." as he held in the air, giving her ass a playful squeeze.

"You know, this isn't helping..." complained Tifa, her expression pouty as she was giving it her all while Andrew was fooling around.

"I told you ahead of time that I'm a terrible training partner..." reminded Andrew, continuing to massage Tifa's ass as they hovered around fifteen meters above the ground.

"Yeah, but you could at least 'try' to take this seriously. It makes me feel like crap if you fool around the entire time..." appended Tifa, a ruddy hue gradually spreading through her cheeks.

Lowering them to the ground, Andrew released his hold on Tifa's ass and expressed, "The issue is that I don't know how to hold back. I also have a penchant for resorting to dirty tricks while fighting, so I'm a bad matchup if you want a 'serious' training partner..."

Exhaling a sigh, Tifa hung her head briefly before perking back up as she suggested, "Then how about we go and fight some monsters? I recall you mentioning that this world is overrun with them."

"That's not a bad idea, but I actually have someone in mind if your goal is to polish up your rusted skills," alleged Andrew, adding, "Also, if we 'do' go hunting, it could easily eat several hours of our time. The Seventh Heaven can't stay closed forever..."

Voicing the first question that entered her mind, Tifa asked, "Is it one of your Proxies...?"

Nodding in affirmation, Andrew explained, "Her name is Lyse, a capable Pugilist with the potential to become an exceptional Monk. The two of you have similar heights, builds, and combat styles, so she's probably the best training partner you could ask for."

Exhaling through her nose, Tifa replied, "Fine. If she's available, go ahead and call her over. Just no funny business like what happened with Aerith, okay?"

"Sure," replied Andrew, causing Tifa to tense as he reached up to caress her right cheek with the backs of his fingers, combing aside her bangs as he leaned in for a kiss. She didn't resist, but it took a few seconds for her to reciprocate his affection, still unaccustomed to such 'open' expressions of intimacy. Fortunately, as Lyse arrived shortly after that, Tifa had plenty of opportunities to work through her disjointed emotions as the two were a near-perfect match in terms of strength, speed, and skill, the impacts of their fists eventually producing shockwaves as they became familiar with each others' limits...

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"You should meet my mother soon," said Aerith, her fingers linked through Andrew's as she sat atop him, eyes narrowed and faint moans emanating from her throat each time he thrust into her.

"If that's what you want, we can go after this," replied Andrew, picking up his pace until Aerith's narrowed eyes shut, brows twitching as she pursed and bit her lips to stifle her moans.

"It's okay to let your voice out," appended Andrew, prompting Aerith to open her mouth and let her voice escape as she slumped forward, losing the ability to support herself as a powerful orgasm permeated her body.

Allowing Aerith to rest against him, her modest breasts squishing against his chest, Andrew grabbed her ass and redoubled his efforts, gouging her tight but accommodating pussy until she started to squirt. Her lips sought his own, but the moans emanating from her throat made the resulting kiss incredibly sloppy, the young Cetra mostly just breathing into his mouth as he drilled her like a Mako Reactor seeking the Lifestream.

Unlike Tifa, who got annoyed whenever he came inside her, Aerith's body trembled violently when she received an ejaculation, her pussy tightening thrice over as she drew herself flush against him, rhythmically tightening the muscles in her legs, ass, and abdomen as if attempting to milk him to the last drop. Y'shtola did something remarkably similar when she was in an 'active' state, so Andrew interpreted Aerith's behavior as an indication she had pronounced reproductive 'instinct,' presumably because she was the last surviving member of her species.

"That's your tenth shot in the past 24 hours..." remarked Andrew, giving Aerith's bottom a light smack as she lay limply against his chest, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm while continuing to 'milk' him even after he stopped cumming. Andrew didn't mind, as it felt amazing, so he just spent a few minutes playing with Aerith's ass until she came back to her senses, her voice notably husky as she droned, "You're still hard..."

"I am well aware..." replied Andrew, clenching his ass cheeks to make his dick swell within Aerith's pussy. He didn't know if it was a unique trait of being a Genome or because of how 'active' he had been from the moment he began having sex, but his sexual stamina was borderline inexhaustible. Rather, the more he had sex, the more 'energetic' he felt, similar to when extroverts interacted with people they liked.

"Then, one more time..." whispered Aerith, forcing herself to a seated position, eyes closed and hands on his abdomen as she began rocking her hips from front to back. Andrew felt she was pushing herself a little hard to 'match' his vigor, but as her Vitality, Magic, and Spirit stats had increased by three, eleven, and two points in just twenty-four hours, he didn't mind helping her 'grind' a bit more. Not in the slightest...

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Despite sitting before a scowling, heavy-set, remarkably muscular man with dark skin, black hair cut in a hi-top fade, multiple scars adorning his face and body, and a thick beard, Andrew wore a relaxed smile. The man had a large Gatling gun in place of his right arm, a skull tattooed on his left shoulder, and his body was garbed in military-esque attire, chiefly a brown leather vest, black tanktop, green parachute pants, thick combat boots, and a bullet-proof compression belt/girdle. Still, while most people would be intimidated by the man's size and literal gun for an arm, Andrew was completely relaxed as he was immune to low-caliber ammunition and only sustained light bruises from conventional, armor-piercing rounds.

"Tifa tells me you're from a different world. I didn't believe her at first, but she presented some pretty convincing evidence..." stated the man, known throughout the Sector 7 Slums as Barret Wallace, the not-so-secret head of the local Avalanche cell, a certifiable planet nut.

"That's right," replied Andrew, maintaining a relaxed smile as he took a sip from the cocktail Tifa prepared for him. His nonchalance caused Barret to frown, but after learning about the potential consequences of his actions from Tifa, the usually hot-headed gunman was doing his best to stay calm and poised. As much as he loathed Shinra, he wasn't prepared to sacrifice millions to further the cause of the resistance.

Taking a drink from his own glass, Barret savored the high-quality liquor before adding, "She also tells me you might be able to treat Jessie's old man. That true...?"

"That's one of the many boons of being able to travel between worlds," mused Andrew. "If you can't find the solution you're looking for in one, you will doubtlessly find it in another."

"Right..." muttered Barret, rubbing the back of his remarkably thick neck with his left hand. He was terrible at asking for help, much less entreating someone for a favor. Lucky for him, Andrew already knew what he wanted to ask, stating, "You don't have to worry. If you entrust her to us, Marlene will be well tended. I can even arrange for her to receive the same care and education as a princess. There's a six-year-old girl living at the palace who could really use some friends around her age."

"My Marlene, living life as a princess...?" muttered Barret, a fatherly smile adorning his rugged face. Marlene wasn't his biological daughter, but he was determined to give her the best possible life. His fight against Shinra might appear to contradict this, as Marlene would be left alone if he died, but if the infamous power company drained the planet dry, there wouldn't be a world for her or any other children to inherit...

"And Tifa can take you to visit whenever you'd like," appended Andrew, shattering Barret's reverie and causing him to frown. Tifa had informed him of her decision to become a Proxy and what that entailed, so Barret couldn't help being suspicious of the blue-eyed, golden-haired, monkey-tailed man seated before him. Fortunately, all it took to resolve most of his doubts and suspicions was a quick trip to Alexandria, allowing him to see another world and meet his daughter's future best friend, Eiko...

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