Description: After Alma's last disastrous defeat at Talia's hands, it's up to him to revise his strategy and channel all his fighting spirit toward victory -- and it's very effective! However, for Alma, fighting spirit means Psycho Power, and Talia has had some bad experiences with that mysterious energy. Is Alma doomed to be considered a prettier Vega? Well, it could be worse... (Winner: Alma)
Odd place, this.
Not an odd place for a fight, necessarily. In fact, it's a quite good one; this old dilapidated factory on the fringes of the Metro City industrial district just reeks of 'dramatic battle locale'. Surprisingly, what it doesn't reek so much of is the usual smell of the industrial district, despite being right by the old river that's spanned by the Metro Bridge. The river is notorious for being a dumping ground for chemical waste from this once-bustling district, and sometimes in the summer, the smell that wafts from it can get a person of weak constitution genuinely ill. But for some reason, perhaps because it's still cool, or perhaps due to the way a rock outcropping shields the factory in places from direct contact with the area near the river, it doesn't smell so bad here. Just slightly musty, thanks to the dust-gathering capabilities of all the broken down machines and scrap metal that line the concrete and linoleum floors.
The sun is positioned so that light streams through the cracked and broken panes, and part of the river can be seen trailing off in the distance. It's actually a very nice view from here. The sunlight also wafts down through holes in the roof, the concrete having cracked and fallen away to reveal the rotting woodwork. Motes of dust twinkle in the luminescence. The scene is, in that special way that old used-up factories always are, post-apocalyptic.
And in that way, strangely, paradoxically, it's tranquil.
Yes... odd place, this. Which may be why the beautiful Alma Towazu, young fighter-model and passionate student of life, has such a serene touch to his mildly smiling features as he steps into the factory. While the cameramen set up in strategic positions, the tall youth seems content to stand in the center of the large room, surrounded by heaps of barely identifiable scrap metal, and gaze up through the broken windows, face soft and eyes inscrutible. Perhaps when you're a guy like Alma, a place like this can be seen as beautiful.
Or perhaps all the broken machines just provide good cover...
After all, who knows what he's /really/ thinking?
~ Maybe she'd be willing to go get tea with me after the match... ~
A shadow flits across one of the many broken windows in the roof, and for a moment the shine on Alma's face is disrupted. There isn't much time after that for Alma to consider the possible implications before there's more motion above him. A short moment later, a dark silhouette is dropping from above, the outline hazy from the fluttering material surrounding the form.
Once no longer in the direct path of the sunlight, it becomes possible to recognize the shape as Talia, using her long black coat as an obscuring cape. She lands several meters away from Alma into a crouch, a soft crunch of glass audible from underneath her boots, along with the sound of steel striking the concrete flooring. The hollow staff she's been using in her last few public fights is in hand, and she slowly stands, looking over her opponent. There's another moment before she speaks.
"Are you ready this time?" The tone is flat, showing no emotion. There is no doubt or expectation, only a question needing a response.
It's fortunate that the cameramen already decided to start rolling camera. Alma has a tendency to get them to do that; it's those photogenic poses of his, probably. Whatever the case, it's certainly a sweet opening for the viewers at home. The cameramen themselves are surprised to see Talia enter this way -- but Alma doesn't seem to be. The serene cast to his smile fades, however, as he shifts his feet slightly, body relaxing and straightening, shoulders rising and falling lightly with his breaths.
"Yes," the young man states, low tones resounding throughout the large factory room. It has nice acoustics, too. Or is that just him. "This time, I'll win."
Well, he seems confident. Although, he doesn't sound it. The statement isn't hopeful, nor does it sound like a statement of fact. It just sounds his calm, firm belief, and faith in himself. And maybe, subtly in his tone, the sound of his blood stirring as his fighting spirit feels the urge to prove those words true...
A moment of silence, filtered sunlight, and drifting dust.
And then Alma is lunging. Stirring the dust beneath his feet, body blurring with the sudden onset of speed and leaving trailing blue-tinged afterimages behind him for split-seconds, the Hiten-Ryu prodigy attempts to close in as quickly as possible and strike out with a series of quick punches. He aims high; he aims low; he aims everywhere in between. The goal is more to knock Talia off-balance and overwhelm her defenses off the bat than to deal serious damage.
And to get the rhythm going.
COMBATSYS: Alma has started a fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Talia has joined the fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Talia
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Talia with Spring Shower.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Talia
Talia looks at Alma as he speaks, then simply nods, accepting his statement at face value. Confidence, but not arrogance. That's acceptable. Even now, she's starting to slip into a combat stance, taking in all the potential options and avenues of combat, so that when the match starts, she'll be --
Apparently, today, we're not waiting on an official to announce the beginning of the fight. Normally she would be prepared for this, as that's why she moves into stance well beforehand, but Alma's timing catches Talia by surprise. She attempts to take a step back and leverage her staff to intercept at least some of the strikes, but Alma moves too quickly for her, and she gets rocked back slightly. It isn't enough to seriously impact her combat viability, but it's certainly enough to disrupt her train of thought.
Leaping back, Talia shifts to a slightly different defensive positioning, looking at Alma critically. "Good." This is all she has to say for the time being, and instead, she takes a much more pointed attempt at preparing her plan.
COMBATSYS: Talia focuses on her next action.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Talia
Alma isn't going to let Talia sit back and think about things, though. Far from it. His goal here is to establish his momentum right off the bat, and so immediately after his jabs connect and send his opponent rocking back slightly, he attempts to follow up with a left knee thrust to her abdomen that, if not fully evaded, will catapult him into a surprisingly graceful maneuver: a twisting 'aerial sprawl', if you will, into a sweeping right low kick that should send Talia into an /actual/ sprawl if it connects, while Alma uses his remaining airtime to land neatly.
He doesn't appear to acknowledge her compliment... but that doesn't mean he hasn't.
COMBATSYS: Talia endures Alma's Light Kick.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Talia
Talia wasn't really expecting Alma to sit back and let her work out the fight to conclusion in her head. He's earned enough respect from her than that. Instead, she's concentrating on near-term chains of events, and how to properly account for him. Unfortunately, Talia still doesn't know Alma style fully, so she doesn't have a ready-made evasion plan when the knee comes in. Around the time it's striking home, however, Talia has worked out how what she needs. Instead of trying to avoid the followup, Talia simply turns with the kick. It hits full-strength, and that provides no small amount of pain, but instead of being sent into an uncontrolled flail, Talia spins as she falls.
During the first rotation, the staff falls loose, and bounces a few meters away, a dull ringing clatter as it bounces.
During the second rotation, Talia has drawn her trademark pistol, releasing the safety.
The third rotation, just as she's about to hit the ground, she completes her aim at Alma's left shoulder. The particular way Alma landed left a critical point open she intends to exploit, ideally rendering the arm useless at least for the short term.
The recoil from the shot isn't much, but it's enough to correct the final portion of Talia's spinning. The net result is that instead of falling, Talia arrests her flight into a landing on one leg, spinning into a defensive crouch with the pistol still drawn and aimed at Alma.
COMBATSYS: Alma slows Nerve Lance EX from Talia with Large Thrown Object.
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Alma 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Talia
Let's get one thing straight: Alma is not faster than a speeding bullet. Not in the slightest. What he /is/, however, is someone with a keen eye, a sense for someone's intent, and good timing. His kick connects, and sends Talia sprawling... only not exactly...
During her first rotation, Alma spins as well, only vertically. He twists quickly and plants his palms on the ground, headstanding for a split second before pushing away and flipping in an attempt to withdraw and give himself some space. Ah, zero-gravity emulation. Just blame Psycho Power.
During her second rotation, Alma is skidding to a halt, and reaching to the side toward one of the large hunks of scrap metal that decorate the environment. Here's where the timing comes in: he can't reach too soon or she'll realize what he's planning, but he can't reach too late or she'll be able to strike him. Normal people's brains can't work at this speed; it's simply not human. It's animal. It's instinct. And Alma's instincts are... special.
During her third rotation, Alma is hurling the metal.
Alma has a keen eye for people, yes. But as for having an eye for the fortitude of old metal, well... it's not his fault, really. There's no way he could have known just by looking that it wouldn't hold up under a bullet. But while the old scrap is pierced easily by the bullets and doesn't really slow them, it /does/ knock them off course slightly, so that Alma's critical points are missed by millimeters. In an attack like this... that can count for a lot.
And he seems okay. Though he has to reorient himself.
That.. was novel. Alma's response was both unexpected, and somewhat frustrating. That can't be allowed to happen again. Kicking off into a sprint, Talia moves to reposition herself where she can more effectively prevent further acts of agility, in the meantime firing off a simple cluster of bullets. The three shots are not aimed for any critical location, instead becoming a threat by virtue of their tight formation. Despite Talia's motion, the bullets are in a cluster only millimeters across within the plane perpendicular to their vector. If they hit, they'll hit at once, and in basically the same place. Meanwhile, Talia is circling around Alma, for better attack angles.
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Talia's Burst Fire.
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Alma 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Talia
Aiyaa. Lady, you fast! But Alma, obviously fully into it right now, eyes glinting with the inner fire of his fighting spirit, rushes forward as she fires. There's no way in heck he's going to be able to hurl himself out of the way of those bullets, so instead... he brushes them aside.
That's right. In the midst of his lunge to cut off Talia's attempt to circle him for openings, he sweeps out with his left hand as he draws his right back. As a coil of white pink-tinged energy begins to coil around his right hand, his left hand gleams slightly as well, a faint white halo manifesting as he brings it forward. And when the bullets come in their tight formation, he's able to slap them all at once with the back of his hand. The only way he avoids serious damage to his hand, thick skin aside, is the vibrations that his aura sends out that tilt the bullets ever so faintly away from him...
And he's still coming, with that right hand of his now blazing with white soulfire as he aims to lash out and catch Talia as she's moving. Spirit surging with his passion for the fight, he lashes out -- and a close-range burst of Psycho Power explodes directly in Talia's vicinity, possibly engulfing her in its mind-numbing aftereffects.
COMBATSYS: Talia interrupts Self Expression from Alma with Weighted Matter.
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Alma 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Talia
It's time to revise the applicability of that particular technique. People keep brushing it aside, and that's becoming a little aggravating. Still, it served its primary purpose; Alma had to take the time to deal with them while she was preparing the next step in ensuring she doesn't lose. Putting the gun away in her jacket, she can't help but be amused at this. After all, Talia has a lot of reasons for continuing to participate in the Neo League, and one of the important ones is bettering her art. There aren't any other ways of doing it, particularly since she's the only one practicing it -- which means most of her training happens alone. Largely, in abandoned warehouses and factories. There happens to be a large number of those in Russia.
That's what makes Alma's choice of locale so fun. She knows these places, and while this particular building isn't familiar to her.. Well, there's only so much variance in a place like this. That's why when Alma begins to close with that fancy melee attack of his, Talia comes to a stop, and smiles. He probably doesn't notice the footwork happening right in front of him, but he certainly must notice the chunk of stainless steel that comes up to slam into his jaw. Talia still gets caught by the strike, but not nearly as firmly as he probably would have liked.
As for the cameras? They catch what was probably outside of Alma's field of vision: The hollow metal staff happened to be right next to Talia, with one end underneath a piece of equipment. A shift of one foot, and the staff is resting on top of her boot. Another shift of her foot, and she's using the equipment as the fulcrum for a very hard lever, and Alma's face is the object load. Immediately afterwards, she takes the staff in a two-handed grip, stepping back into a defensive stance.
Maybe it's the fast that he had to focus all his awareness on parrying those bullets. Maybe it's that he put all of his Psycho Power into that attack in an attempt to catch the nimble Talia. Maybe Talia is simply just that good. But it's probably for all of those reasons that Alma takes that piece of metal under the chin there, and -- wow, was that smooth. That's one fierce uppercut right there. The tall youth is lifted off his feet slightly, causing him to stumble as he flies back several paces.
Rather than embarrass himself by continuing to stumble as he tries to right himself, however, Alma tucks back into backward roll and tumbles back a bit neatly. By the time he's rolled a few times, he's ready to flow to a standing position again, looking poised as ever -- if a bit battered. That took a bit of time, though. And he's lost his momentum. So he takes a few deep breaths...
...and prepares himself.
COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.
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Alma 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Talia
Instead of pressing the advantage she has, Talia takes a few steps back, leaning on a piece of equipment long since reduced to unrecognizability. While she's far from dropping her guard, and still has a firm grip on her staff, her stance is.. casual, to all appearances. She watches Alma for a moment, then remarks, "You have improved. I was concerned that you would be wasting my time by trying again at the same level of readiness as before." Her tone isn't warm, but it's less flat than before. "I do thank you for making this worthwhile." Of course, this isn't just pure banter.. Just as Alma is preparing himself in his own way, Talia is going over all the information she has. At this point, that's fairly extensive; the previous fight with the boy, along with her own experiences in the surroundings, and now with what Alma has demonstrated today. There's much to consider, and Alma is giving her time to do it.
COMBATSYS: Talia focuses on her next action.
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Alma 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Talia
Alma's expression becomes genuinely friendly for a moment in this interim period. He doesn't smile per se, but his eyes do, and his face softens in that mild good-natured way of his. "I'm glad," he says quietly, voice carrying, and by the look of him he means it. "I'm pleased to be able to challenge you this time. And pleased that you have allowed me to challenge myself against your ability..."
His large frame, though still relaxed, seems to sink in on himself, as though he's coiling up...
"Now... I can show you my FULL POWER!"
Sure the capital letters might be overly dramatic, but they're fitting, because when Alma lunges, he lunges like a beast. His roar is like a cry to the heavens, the howl of a man defying the limits of his own body, mind, and very self. Power surging into him from who knows where, he's subsumed by a faint rosy gold halo as he blurs forward, beginning to trail plumes of white soulfire, and twists--
--and, several meters short of his opponent, punches the ground.
There is a split second of perfect peace, in which somehow, Alma has enough time to flow a standing position again... and turn away, head lowered and eyes heavy-lidded.
And an enormous geyser of Psycho Power explodes under Talia's feet.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Talia with Full Confession EX.
- Power hit! -
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|=======\======-\1 Talia
[OOC] Alma says, "Oh my lord."
[OOC] Alma says, "The power of drama. >_>"
[OOC] Talia says, ".. yeah."
Talia is shifting her position when Alma speaks, taking half a step away from the machine so she has full mobility again. When he starts up his attack, she shifts her grip on the staff, readying herself for motion. As the attack actually comes, the energy ripping up the floor underneath her, she stabs downward with the staff, using it plus her own legs to power a leap upwards to avoid the attack --
Too slow. Far, far too slow.
Talia is fully consumed by the blast, thrown against the machinery with a truncated scream of pain, slumping down after she bounces off of the rusted metal. Her staff has fallen, landing between her and Alma. Lacking much else she's prepared to do, she falls to her knees, taking deep, heaving breaths. That ruined her, in a way she hasn't been ruined since..
... since HIM.
Talia looks up to Alma, and for the first time, there's terror on her face, while she just sits there, trying to recover the usage of her limbs.
COMBATSYS: Talia gains composure.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 Talia
"Haaaaah..."
A quiet release of breath as Alma feels his attack impact almost /perfectly/. And he knows now that whatever happens after that, whatever may occur, he has been more than satisfied with his fight. He is /pleased/ with this fight, which is not something he usually demands of his battles, art, or other forms of self-expression. He isn't pleased because he just walloped Talia bigtime. He's pleased because... he said he was going to show his full power. And then he just did it.
It doesn't get much better than that.
There is thus a special kind of peace to his features -- the inner peace of a warrior fulfilled -- as he turns to look at his wounded opponent... and then that peace is for a moment replaced by shock. A mild expression of shock, of course, but the mere fact that he shows it demonstrates that he's really surprised.
~ That look in her eyes... she's /afraid/... ~
"Ms. Talia, forgive me," Alma says unthinkingly, still looking slightly stunned. Perhaps it's silly to say something like that -- it's not like he should regret doing it, that was a good move and this is a fight -- but Alma had definite intentions, and this wasn't one of them. "Are you seriously injured? Please don't feel you must continue... we have challenged each other enough for today..."
He sounds totally genuine, which would make it very hard to think he's trying to cajole her into forfeiting... at least until the last part. He trails off after that one, because, well. It's a half-lie, sort of. 'We have challenged each other enough for today'... by the rest of humanity's standards. But Alma...
...Alma never tires of challenges.
After all, he loves life.
"Ms. Talia..."
COMBATSYS: Alma gains composure.
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Alma 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 Talia
For another moment, Talia remains motionless, her expression locked into that mask of fear. Then, awareness filters back in, and her expression slowly fades away, back towards neutrality, but not fully. She affixes Alma with a gaze that still lacks something, a spark that was there even when she began the fight. A doll's regard, perhaps.
"no."
Her voice is flat, just as dead as her eyes. Talia stands, moving gracefully, if not smoothly. It's obvious she's still hurt, but that doesn't keep her from shifting her position with a precision that most couldn't manage even in top condition. ".. No, I will not."
Talia reaches into her jacket, drawing out the police grade shotgun that serves as her alternate weapon, pulling a couple of shells out of another pocket. Her expression is still dull, and her movements come across as mechanical, an automaton acting out programming. No matter how skillful, it manages to lack life.
"... I will not yield."
Talia slips one of the shells into the weapon -- blue -- and racks it, locking the shell into place, all without looking away from Alma. The second shell -- red -- is flung at her opponent. The small object has spin to it as it falls towards Alma, but it's rotation around what might be considered its z axis; the length remains in the same orientation relative to Alma and Talia despite its flight. As it sails along, Talia lifts the weapon, and takes aim at Alma. In the short span of time that follows, Alma has a choice: He can try to do something about the thrown shell, and Talia will fire a slug at his hip, or he can ignore the thrown shell, and Talia will use the slug in her shotgun to detonate the buckshot into the inside of his left knee.
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Talia's Shell Effect.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 Talia
Alma watches Talia quietly. He does not interrupt her as she moves. This is not because she's showing mercy. He's genuinely too distracted to do anything about what she's performing.
It's those /eyes/.
"Ms. Talia..."
And then she's attacking, and Alma has a split-second to react to that shower of buckshot. He twists his knee and drops into a half-crouch, and simply brings his arms down, coiling up and hunching to defend himself. The metal pellets shower against his forearms, cutting into clothes and battering his flesh, but while that'll seriously bruise later, the majority simply bounce off rather than draw blood. Man, being a fighter is sweet.
There's a moment where he pauses, considering. That moment may cost him. But it's only a moment. His eyes narrow -- not in irritation or in frustration, but in intent -- and he lunges. As he does, that light behinds to manifest again... but this time, around his legs.
And when he leaps, he leaps straight up, soaring into the air as pinkish-purple soulfire bursts into existence. He twists, seems to hang in midair -- and then suddenly falls with surprising rapidity, lashing out with his right leg in a flaming hooking flying kick, striking with explosive force. The descent is predictable, but the power behind that strike looks fearsome.
He has too much respect for his fellow fighters to hold back now.
Tran has connected.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Talia with Shooting Star.
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Alma 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Talia
It's easy to to misjudge your capabilities when you lose track of yourself. It's such a simple technique, so straightforward, and the stance Talia used for her last attack is specifically meant to prepare one for a defensive leap. Talia can see exactly what she needs to do. It's so obvious.
But she can't make it. Lost in the maelstrom of her mind, the clear step isn't taken in time, and the window closes. Confused by the trap she's set for herself, she watches as the window is barred. Then all she can do is ride along as she's smashed, brought down into a crumpled heap that only reflects her state of mind.
"..no."
Talia looks up from where she lay, towards Alma. She's moving in that mechanical way again, loading her shotgun without even bothering to get up, but there's an urgency this time. A desperation, and that provides the haste she needed moments ago, to salvage a victory. Now all she has left is a faint hope of reducing the embarassment, and making her presence known.
The broken doll moves with surprising speed, raising the shotgun with one arm in a swift motion, firing a specialty round at Alma. This time, instead of a slug, buckshot, or even the contact grenade from her last public fight.. A shower of needles bursts from the barrel of the firearm, in a tight cluster, all aimed for a point on Alma's chest. If they strike the correct place, Alma will find it very difficult to breathe; and with that many needles, the chances are better than they might otherwise be.
COMBATSYS: Talia can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Talia successfully hits Alma with 12-Gauge Chakra Shatter EX.
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Well... Talia succeeds. At the attack, and at her goal. Alma's flying kick forces him to delay his reactions as he rights himself, but even so he has a fair chance at getting out of the way -- but even with Talia's vacancy of spirit, she moves incredibly quickly. He turns again to face her... and gets a shower of needles right in the chest. He's sent staggering backwards, losing control of his body from the sheer shock, and he goes sprawling. For a moment, the attack seems such a savage one that it's unclear that Alma hasn't been beaten too.
But then he shifts, grunts, and rises to a sitting position, the needles sticking out of his chest visibly. He seems to be in a great deal of pain, if the super-intent look in his eyes and the unusually tense set to his jaw is any indication. But then, closing his eyes for a moment, he calls upon the last of his resolve, and begins to flex the muscles all over his body. And he begins to rise, slowly.
And slowly, the needles simply fall out of his chest, popping out sheerly through the rippling of the muscles beneath his shirt.
He regards Talia almost solemnly as the cameramen begin to cut tape. There's no announcer, but if there were, he'd be being called the winner right now. Instead, the tall youth approaches his fellow blonde, the half-Japanese gazing down at the Russian with an inscrutible yet soft expression.
Then he leans down, and offers her a helping hand.
"Your resolve is inspirational," he says quietly. "It was an honor to fight you again."
COMBATSYS: Alma has ended the fight here.
Talia remains oblivious to the actions of the crew, and at first, seeming unaware of Alma as well. She knows her attack worked, but it doesn't seem to help her any. If anything, she withdraws more.. Until Alma reaches to help her, that is. There's a startled panicked sound, and Talia pulls on reserves available only in terror to scramble backwards, away from Alma's hand. She stares at it for several moments as one might a primed grenade, before finally looking back up to Alma's face. She shakes her head wordlessly. It's clear she wants no assistance.
Or at least.. No assistance from Alma.
Alma looks into Talia's eyes as she withdraws, and for a moment he just stands still, his hand remaining outstretched even after she's scooted away.
Then, without a word, he lets it fall to his side, and his expression seems... a little softer than before. And his eyes... his eyes are...
"I'm sorry."
...sad.
With a respectful half-bow to the fallen woman, Alma turns to leave. But his step is sure and his posture is straight. He does not seem to be a man filled with any regrets. Because he gave his all, and achieved victory, and that was what his passion called for. Inadvertantly, he's injured somebody in a way he did not intend. And this was a wrong his soul calls out to him to rectify. But for that...
...there's always tomorrow.
Log created by Alma, and last modified on 04:15:31 03/21/2006.