Since she doesn't have a sword in her back or carving up her torso, Tifa is counting this as a success so far; at least she hasn't opted for the WORST choice. That's at least a little reassuring... Even if the rest of senses are screaming FIGHT at her. She does her best to comply, and turn the target into scrap metal.

Maybe that's why she's slow to realize that dune buggy is bearing down on her. Her hearing feels... Weird. Like there's too much blood thrumming in her ears, too loud, and then just like that it snaps out so she can hear the rumble of the engine and that doctrine shouting through the speakers.

Tifa's already turning to face it, tensing up, trying to figure out how she's supposed to dodge this thing... When Sephiroth neatly solves that problem for her. The car goes rolling and careening out of control, and seeing those tires get targeted is enough to give her an idea.

The materia on her glove glows once, gives a spark and swirl of power, and then cuts that power out in a wave of ice.

"Freeze." Still a snarl lurking in her voice, but that gets results as the car becomes encased in ice, and slows its crash to a crawl.