[Alfie gives Royce a sharp look, letting him know just what he thinks of that idea. Emily's words send a shiver up his spine, more because of who they're coming from than anything else, but he can't focus on that now. He grabs Royce by the shoulder with one hand, trying to help him yank himself back, and with the other he pulls out his chair-leg-turned-weapon, slamming the blunt end of it onto Tifa's forearm.]
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