[b]Kishimoto Arcade, Local Tournament.[/b]
[@Dezuel] [@Crimson Lion] - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLec2L2WGz8]Seize your Play![/url]

[indent][indent]There was such intense feelings on the field. [i]Gunpla is more than just a game,[/i] he remembered an old teammate saying. [i]Its a true-blue bond that brings strangers together.[/i] More and more he was fighting off an unusual aching in his heart. A force wanting to be violently let out. It was manifesting he realized in several ways, excitement mostly but also impatience and cockiness. But it seemed as if all these aspects were wanting to pull together and that [i]this[/i] match was doing just that.

The Baelstrom strode upwards in its flight-mode, the thrusters burning blue, its hull shaking with age. Silence dotted the team's communication after Hachiyama's sudden attack and declaration. Witnessing such raw emotion set something in Ryoichi on fire. He felt like he was burning up, as if a rolling heat was building in his chest; ready to explode if he would let it out. So he held himself together... really tried to keep it in his heart where he could nurture it. He tempered his cold exterior and his face scrunched up with that hot resolve. 

A crooked smile pulled his lips as he rediscovered the great truth of Gunpla battle. That it was designed to let one play with all their heart and feelings. So that Hachiyama [i]could[/i] be enraged, so that Char-chan [i]could[/i] be unacceptably arrogant, and so that he [i]could[/i] be searching for his lost joy. And still... they were playing a harmless game.

"Nice shot, Hachiyama-san. Now let the Metal Devil end this parlor show!" he replied, eyeing the knelt Mobile Armor from on high. 

The Baelstrom pivoted fluidly from its accelerated climb before falling straight down towards the crimson Scorpio. Shreds of metal paint was peeling off, the optics of the suit shone--for once--with a mighty glow as it brandished a green beam saber. A shink! and clank resounded as the long blade of the Trikeros Kai extended and its bulky oblong shape slid from the Baelstrom's arm. The deteriorated suit swiftly grasped it before it could get away, plunging it first into the Mobile Armor's head unit. In the same motion he landed in front of the kneeling Scorpio. A wave of dust sweeping outwards from the controlled fall.

Ryoichi found himself oddly exhausted at the controls as he pulled the Baelstrom's beam saber back and skewered the cockpit. Through the contact communication, as the orange, red, and black of the blazing forest reached the overarching sky, Ryoichi offered the man a rare smirk that reached his eyes, "Gee-Gee, Red Virgo... This may seem sappy but I want to thank you for helping me rediscover something lost. This match was awesome."[/indent][/indent]