He knows the look of a fighter weighing whether to attack him or something else nearby; he's seen it hundreds of times, if not more, in the unfortunate troops he faced across battlefield lines, and as Tifa moves into range, fighting cybernetic monsters, and then hesitates for a moment, in such a familiar way ... he too stops, a twitching mechanical dog pinned to the ground by Masamune.

And waits.

All that's missing is a fire and panicking villagers! The rest is nearly the same, including the patient, deadly calm with which he deals with his cybernetic opponents and their dogs. And their vehicles. A lifetime's education tuned to the singular purpose of calculated violence is useful here, instead of idle on the convoy, but the convoy came with its own villagers of sorts.. and thus, a duty. As the the martial artist turns, putting fists and ... claws perhaps, on a quick glance, to equally deadly purpose as he's set himself to, slowly he pulls his sword free of the dead cyborg dog and resumes his own assault.

With some minor changes. He's quick when he wants to be, and after that moment where she seemed torn on whether or not he should be her target, Sephiroth's keeping her in view at all times. One of the battered, mostly-robotic creatures surges past on a cobbled-together dunebuggy with the clear goal of running her right over, its message of purging blaring across large speakers strapped to the roll cage. It passes close enough that a quick side swipe divests it of two of its tires and tears off much of one side's frame, but Tifa's still going to have trouble on her hands as the small vehicle rolls in a shower of dirt and debris and still 'live' cyborg.