[It's not, really- more entertaining than her story. Too slow, too cocky, in the end he'd taken the same hit he'd been so pleased to make on his partner. There was almost a rush to it all though, he'd pushed Squall to a point of lashing out, to dropping the rules and fighting back just as dirty.

Carefully planned spars would have never prepared them for actual combat, no one was going to stop and call foul in war.]

A reminder that you're still alive. And being alive just means you're one step closer to fulfilling your dreams.

[Maybe she didn't exactly see it in those terms but Seifer did, content with the knowledge that he could hold his own against an almost equal- and that said equal wouldn't slow him down were they to be tossed into a real fight.

Eventually. Eventually he'd found a way to not be completely annoyed by the mutual face slicing.]