Seifer had a remarkable talent for sending people into a frothing rage. Especially once he discovered those specific buttons that worked so well in setting someone off. Such as the blatant refusal to refer to Selphie by her name.

Oh good, no more beatings. Now Seifer was at least given a moment to manage to stand without wobbling too much. It wasn't so much blood loss but simply beatings, since those nunchucks did a lot less breaking the skin and a lot more heavy bruising and crushing bone. Fortunately it didn't seem like anything too important was broken, except for pride. And no, Selphie would not be getting an apology and there was no way in hell Seifer was letting her forgive him, if he had anything to say about it.

That sudden mood shift got a bewildered raised eyebrow. "...The hell you on?" Clearly, she was more insane than he thought.