[b]Kishimoto Arcade, Local Tournament.[/b]
[@Crimson Lion] [@Double] [@Blade17] - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VjzzbEVcT0]Transparent Moments[/url]

[indent][indent]A lesser Gunpla Fighter would have lost sight of the white Wing Gundam; Ryoichi, however, let his instincts and experience guide his sight along the path of the Gunpla. The Baelstrom kept the white machine within his overlays along his jarring flightpath over the enemy flagship. Absently, he admired the crippled make of the white Gunpla. He could still see the silhouette of the machine before his Baelstrom had dug its claw into it. The Baelstrom on the other hand looked neglected. Its paint was peeling, the plastic around the missing optic and leg were being pulled away by the velocity, and he could feel through the controls the shakiness of his damaged Gunpla. 

Ryoichi furrowed his brows at the annoying voice of the pilot, [i]'This team is just a bunch of cocky no names. Is this the battle you envisioned for me, Ryojiro? or am I just wasting my time here? critically injured, torn apart, and still hoping... this kid is letting me down.'[/i] 

It was the sudden disappearance of the enemy that flashed awareness for the near-future. His mind touched on the past, old enemies under performance boosting mechanics. They were often back-beaters. From what he could gleam so far, his opponent was skilled though childish. It was like fighting a novice and now that he had settled on that, Ryoichi could begin to see his eventual victory. Less than a moment passed between the white Wing Gundam's disappearance and reappearance, and still, the Baelstrom had completed its movement. Streaking through the lightning battered background, the Baelstrom slashed its beam saber into a barrel roll, arcing about its personal space.

Ryoichi cut the thrusters then, and with quick wrist and finger movements, snapped the Baelstrom to face the white Wing. His saber was close to his chest while his beam handgun was training on his potential enemy.[/indent][/indent]