[center] [img][/img] [img]https://imgur.com/kzRPhBS.png[/img] [h3][sub][color=1E90FF][b]“News flash, nothing ever makes sense in our worlds! Just think about it for a minute, what kinda [u]real[/u] human beings can create geysers and summon a meteorite, amirite? And just why are you comparing me to that Boston trucker? ’Cause we wear hats? Jeez, man, I swear to God, if I hear anybody calls me ‘Ken with a Hat’ one last time…”[/b][/color] [color=gray]– Terry Bogard[/color][/sub][/h3] [h3]Chinatown, South Town [sub]1:33 PM[/sub][/h3] [img]https://www.fightersgeneration.com/nf9/game/stage/realbout-fatalfury2-china-stage.gif[/img] ▶︎• ၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌၊|• 3:33 [sub][url=https://youtu.be/f7N1cOHOEGM?si=DEEkVa_Nw6wdny7O]Osaka Jo Koen ~Kyobashi~ – Real Bout Fatal Fury 2[/url][/sub] [/center] There was a rather peculiar guest waiting by the sidelines, though Terry paid no mind. He’d been too fixated on delivering [i]body blows[/i] to care about his cluttered surroundings. Despite his fixation, however, he didn’t let the crowd’s roaring support go unnoticed. He heard the chants and cheers perhaps all too well, and he’d want to translate all that emotional support into rounds after rounds of satisfying hits for the crowd to witness. And they delivered. Both the hook punches and uppercuts connected flawlessly well to the point where they managed to stagger and send Mika tumbling backwards. He’d always known that his bare fists were his greatest weapons, with or without inner force being involved. [b][i]WHAM![/i][/b] [color=1E90FF]“How’s that for an uppercut, cute face?”[/color] he asked with a teasing voice. [color=1E90FF]“You like the taste of my fist? Oh, I can show you more than just [b]that![/b]”[/color] The brawny blonde drew one of his legs back, ready to go ahead with a side kick. [color=1E90FF]“In fact, my kicks are about as [i]attractive[/i] as my punches are, but I guess you’ve known that already, haven’t you?”[/color] But then, just when he was about to lift and swing his leading leg up, Mika had already swung her right hand dagger in his direction. Terry hurled himself back almost reflexively, his toned front just inches from its sharp, flimsy edge. While the blade was countered, its suddenness managed to take him aback at first. [color=1E90FF]“Woahhh—!!”[/color] Then came two of the subsequent slices, swinging to her left then right. The slices seemed quite dangerous, he had to admit, though nothing that he’d never seen from the sword-wielding trio that was [url=https://snk.fandom.com/wiki/Team_Samurai]Team Samurai[/url] from the latest KOF tournament. In anticipation, Terry took a couple of sidesteps, pacing left and right out of harm’s way while maintaining his footwork. He leaped back to his initial lane just in time for the esper to thrust her blade forth with a left arm. [color=1E90FF]“Uh–oh…”[/color] Once again, Terry found himself hurling back, his feet taking a backward hop. Mika hadn’t given up just yet. As if in a desperate attempt, she extended her reach, seemingly aiming to dig the tip of her blade deep into his calloused skin. It did work, albeit narrowly. The sharp, stinging tip managed to graze against his veined upper limb, forcing a drop of crimson liquid to push through the miniscule wound. The blade had managed to breach past the thick outer layer of his skin, but before long, he quickly withdrew, pushing his arm out of the grazing tip. He held the wound, the barest hints of grimace shown. [color=1E90FF]“Heh. Okay… That was… surprisingly itching, I’ll give you that,”[/color] the brawny blonde admitted before giving Oros a knowing, sidelong gaze, correcting what she just told her fellow esper earlier. His sky-blue eyes darted back towards the latter. [color=1E90FF]“Actually, you gotta know that my punches don’t stab. They sting like a [b]bee![/b]”[/color] [b][i]BAM![/i][/b] As swift as a bee, Terry hammered Mika with [url=https://imgur.com/a/0cbfWvw]an annular hook punch[/url], his knuckles aiming to graze against her cheek. If connected, the hammering fist would force Mika down with her shoulders hunching, allowing Terry to take hold of them and shove [url=https://imgur.com/a/0UR8tUc]a thrusting knee[/url] against her toned midriff. Traditionally, he would’ve followed it up with a launching uppercut, but this time, he’d opt for a radically different tactic. Once the knee strike bounced the esper out of her hunching position, the three-time KOF champion would leap forward, gripping her neck around his bare, muscular arm. He’d lift his opponent, swing forth with both of his boots striking out, and then… [img][/img] [center][img]https://imgur.com/PvHZ10Q.jpg[/img][/center] [b][i]SLAM![/i][/b] A neckbreaker drop would be executed, the impact sending Mika colliding with the ground beneath. If the entire sequence was played out the way he intended, Terry would spring out of his sitting position, then swing his fist against the air in a ceremonious fashion, his gaze falling upon the laying opponent. [color=1E90FF]“[b]Booyah![/b] Now [b]that’s[/b] how you do a [url=https://prowrestling.fandom.com/wiki/Powerslam]Side Effect[/url],”[/color] Terry told Mika. [color=1E90FF]“It ain’t too shabby, is it? Maybe I can be a pro-wrestler, after all...”[/color] Meanwhile, when Oros asked the people loading up a group of pigs to a mini truck, a braided young lady in a crimson qipao and broad white trousers approached, combing through the sea of hysterical attendants. Her name was [url=https://snk.fandom.com/wiki/Li_Xiangfei]Li Xiangfei[/url], the occasional member of [url=https://snk.fandom.com/wiki/Team_Women_Fighters]Team Women Fighters[/url]. As a matter of fact, Xiangfei was a waitress/bouncer working for the same restaurant that’d been offering an exclusive VIP spot to the winner of the street-fighting contest that Terry and Mika had been participating in. Now standing across the maniac, Xiangfei coughed, trying to catch her attention. She crossed her arms, seemingly unimpressed. [color=FF2400]“Oh, I’m sorry, miss, but these pigs aren’t up for sale,”[/color] Xiangfei answered, indirectly hinting at the fact that her uncle was going to use them for the restaurant’s famed pork dumplings. [color=FF2400]“The restaurant’s busy right now. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait there if you really wanna give our pork dishes a try.”[/color] Her thumb gestured at a bunch of locals queuing in front of the restaurant with a group of [url=https://imgur.com/a/Prn3igi]stripe-clad pirates[/url] being the latest additions to the awaiting customers. [color=FF2400]“What? You’re too hungry to wait? So why don’t you try your luck against one of those competing fighters right there? VIP spot’s on the line…”[/color] [b]FIN.[/b]