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[h3][sub][color=1E90FF][b]“Hah! I love trolling! You think you’re the only one who can break the fourth wall around here, don’tcha?”[/b][/color]
[color=gray]– Terry Bogard[/color][/sub][/h3]

[h3]Chinatown, South Town
[sub]1:28 PM[/sub][/h3]

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[sub][url=https://youtu.be/f7N1cOHOEGM?si=DEEkVa_Nw6wdny7O]Osaka Jo Koen ~Kyobashi~ – Real Bout Fatal Fury 2[/url][/sub]

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He had to admire her seriousness, though. Mika didn’t seem to flinch nor giggle at any of the quips spilling out of his tongue. Terry could remain quiet if he wanted to, but then again, he wasn’t in an awful mood as of now. It would’ve been a different story if he faced Geese or Yamazaki. After all, when you had peak physical coordination, why’d you be distracted by a lot of talking, anyway? As a seasoned fighter, he’d been used to speaking with both his fists and mouth simultaneously. By throwing jokes every now and then, it showed that he had a lot of fun competing against his opponent, not that he really meant to mock her. But maybe, perhaps, he was merely getting carried away by the thrill of the bout and the deafening roar of the crowd. 

Admittedly, Terry’s emphasis on his offenses could be both his greatest advantage and worst disadvantage. While it was true that it’d allow him to utilize his enormous strength to its fullest extent, it did, however, render him vulnerable to any of the incoming attacks on many occasions, especially if missed. Seemingly, this one was no exception. 

When Mika began sizing him up from shoulders to hips, it left the brawny blonde nervous, his cheeks showing the barest hints of warm, crimson shades. Regardless, he didn’t want to let the way she gauged his every move distract him. Just to be clear, he already sidestepped to the left, narrowedly escaping the swinging blade. As he propelled a swift kicking leg, surprisingly, the esper easily brushed his knee to the side. He knew he shouldn’t have been so confident yet. When the front kick failed to connect with her outside, he still chose to deliver the subsequent kick, anyway. Though, before he could raise his foot further…

[b][i]KA–POW![/i][/b]

[color=1E90FF]“Gwahhh–!!”[/color]

His opponent had rode her right fist along his torso, her knuckles nearly reaching out to where his heart was beating. Terry faintly rose out of the ground, and by the time his feet touched its paved surface again, he wobbled backwards, shoulders hunching and arms propping his torso. He coughed and spilled out drops of saliva in the process, much to the crowd’s surprise.

[color=1E90FF]“Dammit… You got me,”[/color] he said with gritting teeth, his thumb wiping away the colorless liquid by the corner of his lower lip. [color=1E90FF]“Now’s my turn!”[/color]

Closing in with a jog, Terry swung a devastating right hook, his knuckles aiming to graze against Mika’s cheek. If connected, he’d follow it up with a left hook to the other cheek, completing the combo with an uppercut to the mandible.

[color=1E90FF]“And no need to remind me. I say my prayers everyday, and you wanna know what I was prayin’ for?”[/color] he asked, his lips moving alongside the flailing fists. [color=1E90FF]“I wish life would go easy on me for once and just gimme a girl who can kick my ass. You have no idea, but I have the worst luck ’round girls, and it just… bothers me.”[/color] Albeit joking, there was, in fact, some truth to what Terry was saying—a harsh one, to be precise. Every woman he touched always died out of tragic circumstances, and he’d started to believe he must’ve meant to live the life of a lone wolf.

[b]FIN.[/b]