That would have been horrifying. Absolutely horrifying. It's far better this way.

He watched Selphie tromp off, then snorted at Squall. "Best go chase her, then." Seifer's just going to go hobble off until he can pretend that he wasn't just soundly beaten by someone about a foot shorter than him. He swung Hyperion lightly onto his shoulder and did his best impression of impassive and uncaring. Easy act, at this point.

Nunchucks hurt.