[The rock sailing towards his head momentarily distracts him. He would rather not get brained in the head with a stone and he has to duck to avoid it. Then only seconds later Seifer’s elbow make contact with his side and he lets out a huff of pain. Unwilling to take that sort of rough unfair attack he quickly lifts a fist to punch Seifer square in the jaw. Hard.

If Seifer was going to fight dirty... he could to. Begrudgingly.

He’d rather not turn this into a fist fight but if Seifer was going to push his buttons like that he would. Instead his gunblade lights up with crackling electricity next and he goes in for a fast swing.]