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[h3][sub][color=1E90FF][b]“Hey, c’mon, get serious!”[/b][/color]
[color=gray]– Terry Bogard[/color][/sub][/h3]

[h3]Chinatown, South Town
[sub]1:40 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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[color=FF2400][b]“Babe!?”[/b][/color]

Eyes wide and jaw dropped, Xiangfei’s face quickly turned hot red at the mere nickname Oros gave her. Unlike Mai or any other busty femme fatales regularly competing for the KOF tournament, she wasn’t used to somebody calling her by that nickname, let alone trying to flirt with her. Still, despite the jarring hints thrown here and there, the young kung fu practitioner was still oblivious to the fact that this unhinged stranger seemed to be into her. She shook her head, then frowned even harder, pouting and bellying her warm cheeks out.

[color=FF2400]“Why you…”[/color] she muttered angrily, drawing up a pair of imaginary sleeves as if readying to flail the older woman in front of her. Slowly but surely, she closed the gap separating them. [color=FF2400]“Do you really think that’ll just magically solve anything? There are people you hurt, you moron! And they’re still scattering around! What are those new customers going to say about all of this, huh!?”[/color] With her hands, she gestured around her cluttered vicinity, mostly highlighting the group of fainting pirates spreading nearby her uncle’s restaurant. She sighed, then crossed her arms, her exasperation even more readable.

[color=FF2400]“Fine! You know what, here’s the deal. Since you refused to fight me, you’ll have to work here for the next few hours. You clean up the mess and make sure that those guys in the back are tended to. I’m sure it’s not too hard for you to do so, isn’t it?”[/color] Xiangfei asked, arching an eyebrow and drawing the other in a frown. Then, she took a moment to glance sidelong at the heated battle taking place at the center of the makeshift stage. [color=FF2400]“Oh, and also, can you look after those guys, too? Let me or my uncle know who the winner of the VIP spot is, maybe? I don’t think I can keep up with it all the time. The restaurant’s getting crowded pretty soon.”[/color]

Meanwhile, Terry couldn’t care less about what had transpired by the sidelines. He was already pissed beyond belief, especially now that his attempt to land a special move had been foiled. His Burning Knuckle was deflected almost immediately, forcing his knuckles to graze the knife’s metallic frame, instead. There were miniscule sparks forming as fire met steel before the sparks turned into an even bigger hitspark capable of jolting him a few feet to the back. While not exactly whiffed, the special move was still countered, either way, so he still went on to raise his guard highly, his gloved fists close to his golden temples.

[color=1E90FF]“C’mon! Bring it!”[/color]

And the remaining spectators seemed to be getting a little frightened at the sight of the wise-cracking, happy-go-lucky King of Fighters suddenly showing an expression rarely made by his facial features: anger. While this was far from being the angriest he’d ever been, the sight of the traditionally jovial man showing even the slightest hints of tension was still horrifying for a few South Towners watching the bout. Nevertheless, the atmosphere shift also went to show that the fight was heating, so the spectators knew what to expect.

Mika threw a right hook, and as expected, Terry parried it with practiced ease. He let her fist graze his wrist instead, tension and pulses beginning to form across his muscles. However, what the former KOF champion didn’t expect was the knee that was aimed at his midriff. Since it was barely secured, he had to swallow the pain inflicted by the knee wholly, slightly hunching and jolting back. Furthermore, this allowed Mika to punish her opponent with her knife’s striking rear, grazing his ribs. As the impact, Terry jolted up.

[color=1E90FF]“Arghhh–!!”[/color]

With his arms around his midriff, Terry hunched his shoulders again, taking a couple of staggering strides to the back. These combination attacks were far more devastating than anything that Mika had thrown at him throughout the bout (including the slightest bits of knife attacks). While he hadn’t been stunned just yet, it might’ve taken a while until Terry was completely recovered.

[color=1E90FF]“Nice… try… sucker,”[/color] he stammered, then spewed a small drop of saliva onto the paved ground. [color=1E90FF]“Just because I joke a lot, doesn’t mean I don’t take this fight seriously. Been holdin’ myself a bit, but now I know… You left me with no choice, but to rough you up like [b]this[/b]!”[/color]

[b][i]POW![/i][/b]

Once recovered, Terry immediately ambushed Mika with a jab to the face. He might’ve not wanted to let himself be punished again by his opponent. If connected, he’d swing a jab to the midriff, followed by a lunging knee across the torso. This, in turn, would send the silver-haired esper launching skywards. Turning his cap backwards, he’d then leave the ground and flail his opponent downwards, [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/7b3c7d633a12.gif]the fiery fist[/url] capable of dunking her back to the ground like a basketball through a hoop.

[color=1E90FF][b]“POWER… DUNK!!”[/b][/color]

[b][i]KA–POW![/i][/b]

Once he reached the ground again on both feet, Terry would turn his cap back to the front, subsequently assuming [url=https://www.fightersgeneration.com/news2022/char2/terry-bogard-smash-ultimate-stance.gif]his orthodox stance[/url]. Little did Mika know that he’d been gradually building his own power gauge since the moment they exchanged blows for the first time. It’d be a matter of time until he gained access to one of his desperation moves.

[b]FIN.[/b]