Description: A musical re-enactment of the epic battle between Hercules and Antaeus may not stay musical for long, but the choice of actors is appropriate enough. Young hero Alma Towazu challenges the formidable giant Mike Bison in the psychic's return to SNF, but though Hercules was able to lift his adversary off the ground which was his strength, this Antaeus's defenses are insurmountable. (Winner and Still Champion: M. Bison)
Ah, yes-- /this/ is why.
Alma Towazu's skin of burnished bronze gleams with youthful vitality under the bright stage lights, obscured from the sight of the gathering audience by a plush velvet curtain but not from the glare of the bulbs that shine high above. His composed -- even solemn -- demeanor is, as always, softened by the gentle set of his eyes and lips, but every ounce of his dignity is being summoned forth to prevent his unusual circumstances from offsetting the natural elegance of his poised mien. Indeed, remarkably, he is succeeding, if only because said circumstances are only highlighting through contrast his personal qualities.
Said circumstances being, of course, his get-up, a modern take on a Hercules's famed Nemean lion pelt, carefully cut and arranged to flatter Alma's deservedly famous figure and well-designed but, to be fair, nevertheless completely bizarre.
/This/ is why he hasn't attended SNF in so long.
Alma smiles softly to himself as he entertains that thought, but knows that it is not really true. Needless to say, his numerous other obligations, all so dear to his heart, have taken up his time. But more importantly in this case, the fact is that Alma has no qualms against doing things that would hurt most men's pride. For one, he is entirely confident that, so long as he conducts himself appropriately, his dignity is unassailable-- or so he believes. But more than that, his style, Hiten-Ryu, is centered entirely on the cultivation of a dramatic situation, on creating something that brings people, both fighters and audience, together, centered on one event. Defining victory in those terms, it is difficult for Alma to, for example, be afraid of his formidable adversary.
For he has encountered this man before. It would not surprise Alma if the hulking boxing master had no memory of him. But Alma narrowly defeated him once when the man was rampaging around, only because the man did not take him nearly seriously enough. Soon after, resentful and furious, Mike Bison found him, challenged him in perfect seriousness, and Alma was utterly defeated. Alma remembers that well, even if Bison will not, and remembers the strength behind every strike. He knows this fight will be a tough one.
But glancing out from behind the curtain as the audience settle themselves down for an unusual performance, most of them laughing and talking -- and a surprising number of them opera-goers, seeking a rare diversion -- Alma feels his heart swell with the hope that his strength will be enough to provide a worthy spectacle.
Naturally, he plans on winning, too.
~ Let's see if I can't get back into this. ~
It's a difficult return match to SNF, but if he can take the belt, all kinds of opportunities will open up. But the question, he decides as he begins to step forward into the light, comes down to a simple one: Can he succeed where so many others have failed?
The audience quiets, and the beautiful young man turns towards them, a cultivated seriousness gracing his features-- and begins to sing.
"o/~ Today, my friends, witness the deeds of a hero true / Fought 'gainst a mighty foe, risen anew / Space is traversed, and time is annulled / To bring you here again to a temple of skulls--"
The curtains fall away, and the backdrop is revealed: piles of skulls gathered by the giant Antaeus, taken from the travelers he had slain as part of his professed effort to build a temple honoring his father Poseidon.
"I am Hercules!" cries Alma, his stern expression quite in-character as he leaps atop a conveniently placed shattered plinth to look down upon the rapt -- and/or stunned -- audience. "Son of Zeus! O fiend who seizes his strength from the ground, reveal yourself unto me--"
He turns, and points towards the final curtain that has not yet been raised.
"Antaeeeeuuuuuuus!"
"Mr. Bison, please, you have to--"
"F**K NO."
"But, but Howard Enterpri--"
"Lissen real close. You already got me in this piece o' s**t getup. You think I'm gonna get out there an' do anything other than kick that pansy-boy's ass with my fists, then I'm gon' come back for -you-."
It took someone a lot more charismatic (read: an extremely -hot- woman with a chest that would put Mai to shame) to get him -into- this getup--and that woman had to commit a whole lot more to the pot than she expected to gamble, to get it done. He's... well, honestly, he isn't wearing any more than he usually wears to fights--or less. What he -is- wearing looks roughly like a toga, clasped at the left shoulder, secured with a belt around the waist.
Unfortunately, that was the best they could do; there's a whole host of other accoutrements that just didn't make it in. No boxing gloves, at least--but he -is- wearing his calf-high boxing boots. It doesn't actually look all that out of place. But hoping that Bison will actually go along with this...
That is just too much.
Naturally, Alma is singing--then the curtain rises on Bison. His small, beady eyes are narrowed; already he looks pissed off. For those who are his fans--or who have just seen him fight more than once--this isn't really any different than normal. That glare is -fixed- on Alma.
"You listen to me, boy, an' you listen well. We's gon' fight. But if -you-," and here he points, his hand trembling with suppressed anger, "or -they-" and the hand jerks backwards, to point behind him where the officials are, "think that I am gonna -sing-... then I'm gonna kill every last goddamn mofo in this place." He turns his head to stare at the audience; clearly he means them, too.
"So let's just get this shitstorm goin'. I got a woman who gon' get naked with me later."
There comes a long and awkward silence for the audience. They cannot see Alma's face during Bison's commentary, and so they cannot see his reaction. This is not much of a loss: he does not appear to react. He does not drop his steadfast pose, and he does not avert his gaze from Bison's own venomous glare.
Then the young model slowly turns his gaze to the audience, extending the silence for some moments longer with his blankly serious expression-- before smiling widely.
The tension is relieved, and the majority of the audience bursts into laughter at the preposterousness of the scene. The fun, at least, is not ruined; only rerouted, perhaps one might say.
"My," Alma murmurs delicately, "how thrilling for you, Mr. Bison." This is, of course, in regard to the boxer's last comment. "Well, villainous giant," he continues louder, sounding quite serious about his role and really not melodramatic in the slightest, the implications of his statement carefully offset by the fact that he does not yet look particularly shorter than Bison so long as he is standing on this plinth, "you need not sing. You need merely--"
He raises one hand to the heavens, turning his gaze away from his opponent briefly to present his handsome profile to the viewers.
"--suffer for your sins!"
His hand ignites in a blaze of sparkling flame, an unnecessarily vibrant gout of shimmering white traced with pinks and purples that elicits the requisite oohs, ahhs, and scattered applause from the audience.
"Father Zeus, grant me your thunderbolts!"
And this, of course, as Alma thrusts that hand out towards Bison and unleashes a quick blast of Soul Power at the furious boxer, is his excuse for Hercules to be throwing fire.
As plot contrivances go, it could be worse.
Still, even as he puts his all into cultivating an appropriate scene for his audience and, in a certain sort of roundabout and ironic way, for his opponent, Alma cannot help but wonder, with his usual mild curiosity.
~ Where's /my/ woman? ~
Whatever happened to equal treatment, SNF?
COMBATSYS: Alma has started a fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits M.Bison with Sacred Wave.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison is seething; this is nothing new. Bison? He doesn't care about the audience; if they want to laugh at Alma, then let them. But he -does- care about beating the hell out of Alma. Oh yes--he remembers the young man, quite well. Naturally, Alma actually playing to the charade... that just pisses him off more. More energy. Bison -hates- that. He doesn't even move; it just splashes over the man, forcing him back a step. Does it hurt? Does it not? It's hard to tell. Bison's face is no help; he wears the same furious expression he was wearing a moment ago.
And then his voice rings out. "YOU F**KING PANSY! WHY DO YOU F**KING *##$+$ ALWAYS GOTTA THROW THAT PANSY-ASS S**T AROUND! YOU THINK THAT'S GONNA SAVE YOU?!?"
Let Alma try and play this up the way the officials wanted; that isn't how Bison is going to do it. Standing there, Bison lifts his left hand, and extends his middle finger. "This is what I think of your kung fu."
And then he's off; yes, he was in fact pushed back a step, but he doesn't seem to care--with a mighty roar, he's lunging forward, his right fist drawn back, clenched into a big, beefy fist--a fist he pistons out, and up, seeking to slam it into Alma's chin in a powerful uppercut.
Bison honestly doesn't even know who the hell 'Heracles' and 'Antaeus' are--wait, wait. Kevin Sorbo? F**K, Bison hates that white pussy. That just makes him even -madder-.
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks M.Bison's Dash Upper.
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Alma 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 M.Bison
Alma does not want to face those fists.
You can call him whatever you like for that, but the fact is, though Alma may be much tougher than he looks -- though that, of course, is not necessarily saying much, even given the way his current outfit is displaying his musculature -- even an elephant is not tough enough to withstand the might of Bison's blows. There are better strategies than taking those hits. And while Bison, size notwithstanding, is anything but slow, Alma must do his best to utilize them.
"Perhaps," he responds, the essence of calm in the face of his opponent's frothing rage, "it will rather be your salvation."
Fat chance of that; Bison's superego is not the problem, and wearing it down with psychic powers will probably only make him angrier until he can't angry any more. But Alma is eternally hopefully that the clash -- and connection -- of souls can foster good and selflessness between people, and if he did not have that hope even in reach cases like Bison, he would not be able to have it at all. Such idealism is ambitious, but such is the nature of Alma's ambition.
And that righteous ambition is part of what gives him the edge-- just enough edge to evade Bison's fierce oncoming strike. He does not appear to move as his opponent rushes in, but carefully slipping his feet under some cracks in the plinth, when Bison punches Alma flips back, bringing into the air the heavy plinth he has been standing on and offering it up instead as a target. The fist shatters through the stone, and Alma cannot escape being struck by some of the heavy debris, but when he nimbly lands he seems none the worse for wear, and the audience is now struck with awe for both fighters. The young psychic can feel their engagement in the match, bolstered by Alma's intentionally dramatic defense, and his resolve is strengthened, his spirits rising.
Light begins to glimmer in his hazel eyes.
"Can't I--"
He closes in with a liquid grace and shifting with a rhythm that befits his style, a graceful rawness that contrasts perfectly with Bison's animalistic fury.
"--change your mind?"
What snakes out looks like a strike, but his hand is wreathed in that glowing power, and it is thrust forth like a lance to burn against the boxer without forcing Alma to close in entirely for physical contact.
He manages to make caution not look like caution.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Self Expression from Alma with Turn Punch.
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Alma 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
"_Salvation_," spits Bison, and he sounds disgusted--more than that, the word actually seems to make him even angrier.
"Th' hell makes you think I need _salvation_?!?" The idea. People thinkin' they know better than him, that they know what he 'needs'...
None of 'em think maybe that Bison -likes- the way he is. Some people are just irredeemable, not for Starpoints and not for humanity. Bison is one of those people.
The punch is more than enough to shatter the stone; regardless of the shards of stone still in the air, Bison is like his namesake--surging forward. Alma does indeed provide a contrast to Bison's style of boxing--lithe, agile. Bison's fought this kind of fighter before. Alma's coming in with a pretty fast strike--Bison, however, has just the dose to bring Alma's hopes of non-contact down to earth. He ducks his head, twisting away from the lance of power; it contacts, physically, grazing along his left shoulder.
And then he's turning back, in the face of that strike, his right fist thrusting forward.
This close, Alma still in his recovery from the strike, he has no chance to avoid the punch; Bison's fist cracks directly into his face, a single, hellacious strike, smashing into the model's face.
Bison spits. "Take a better man 'n you to change -my- mind..."
It's just as brutal as he remembers.
Alma is hurled back forcibly and sent skidding along the floor of the Opera House by the giant's mighty strike, and though he manages to roll and guide himself into a fairly poised crouch, his bleeding nose and the faint bruise on his forehead mars his features. The audience's state of awe is only escalated by how unsettling Bison's strength is, but Alma, for his part, seems somehow unpreturbed; his gaze meets Bison's readily.
"You might be right."
And he begins to grin, the one eye unobscured by blond red-tinged bangs glittering with a power that is beginning to crackle around his hands, as they lie flat against the floor.
"But I can't help but do all I can..."
His lithe body trembles with the tremendous power being summoned up within him. It's not simply that it would take a lot of effort to rise and charge at Bison again, or that doing so would most likely be unwise. But if Alma is to endure strikes as fearsome as though, he must bring every mote of his spirit to bear in this battle. He must surge with every ounce of strength. The attack that he brings to bear comes with the same power that floods Alma now, banishing pain with passion and duty.
"...and give everything I have!"
In the tale of Hercules and Antaeus, the giant was eventually defeated when the hero realized that the villain's strength depended on always touching the ground; upon lifting him off the ground, Hercules was able to crush him.
Alma brings his fist crashing down upon the floor, and a wave of light shoots brightly across the floor, seeming to emanate from within or underneath the wood, zigzagging its way with dangerous rapidity toward Bison before exploding upward in a scintillating geyser of Soul Power.
If anything can take Bison off the ground, this can.
Such is Alma's only hope, as he rises again to fight.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Alma's Full Confession.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison is satisfied with the punch--however, the results are less than pleasing. That is to say--Alma is still standing. Sort of. Bison is wary; he's already felt the sting of Alma's power once, and the crackle of eneryg is painfully obvious. As the power races across the flooring, Bison's sense of danger increases; so much so that he actually takes the safe way out; as the geyser of power explodes from underneath him, he stands his ground, hunkering down; the power itself surges, and burns, and stings.
But when the lightshow fades, Bison is still standing there. It's impressive--the attack -and- the boxer's defense. Even the background singers fall silent, though the orchestra plays on.
As the power explodes upwards, Bison shouts. "RAAAAAAAAAGH!" and then he's standing there. "Heh heh heh.... hahaha... HAHAHA... C'mon KID! You gotta show me somethin' -BETTER-!!" To that end--to demonstrate his contempt--he stands where he is.
"COME GET ME!!" It's typical--all too typical. And yet, how -will- Alma react?
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 M.Bison
Alma cannot help but grit his teeth and stare up with furrowed brow as his opponent endures one of his most formidable attacks, shaking his head slightly to himself. He's not frustrated or dismayed, not per se, but the intensity of emotion welling up in him prevents him from letting this one slide.
But he has lost the momentum. There is a powerful part of him that drives him onward; he almost takes a step forward, succumbing to Bison's challenge, but not for the conventional reason. The taunt itself is irrelevant to him. But the opportunity to throw himself into such an intense moment -- to feel the thrill of everyone as he plunges into danger -- has a fierce pull.
He only barely resists it.
He has not only lost the momentum, but his reserves are drained as well. The pain continues to ebb, but he must match Bison's fervor if he is to gain an edge against his formidable adversary. Setting his stance, Alma's return gaze is only challenging in how unpreturbed it seems.
"We need not hasten to your defeat."
His tone is low and quiet, but his eyes glitter again.
"The gods, Antaeus, foretell your demise."
His outfit ripples faintly around him.
COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 M.Bison
Bison's expression darkens; and yet... and yet. If Alma won't come to him... then he will, most certainly, come to Alma; that may be what Alma is counting on. Bison is nothing if not predictable in many respects. But Alma may have made a mistake--a particularly terrible one, if he's conceding the momentum to Bison.
"Yeah? Daddy tol' me God thought I shoulda died thrown under a thresher. Think he was wrong then. Bet he's wrong now." Bison starts moving--almost slowly at first, but quickly getting up to speed; he charges forward, his right fist dropping low, in a familiar stance. It's as if he's going to reach for that terrible punch, the one that bashed Alma in the face just a few moments ago. But Bison is a little smarter than that.
His right fist moves--but his left moves -first-. He fires two lightning-fast jabs, from the left--aimed for the lower abdomen, perhaps even seeking to crush the kidneys. But that's almost just a feint, really; the power comes in the form a crushing right hook punch, fired off merely a half-second later.
"Maybe you can tell me what the 'Gods' think when you talk to them from you -deathbed-!!!" Yeah, he's not really getting into the role of Anteaus. But he -is- playing the villain to perfection.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Alma with Hook Punch.
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Alma 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 M.Bison
Alma's eyes narrow.
Bison is fast, but the young man is quite ready-- and perhaps he would have countered the boxer more easily under slightly different circumstances. Indeed, he /was/ going to counter; his power was building in his fist. But the boxer's initial comments unsettle Alma in a manner he did not at all anticipate.
The clash of souls is revealing, but there is a price.
He understands Bison better now, that is for certain, but the distraction makes Alma an instant too slow. Forced to change tactics spontaneously as Bison moves too quickly and then feints, Alma's hastily erected defenses are insufficient, and the second punch crashes through his guard. Alma sees nothing but stars, his vision blurring and white, and he staggers back-- but as he does, blindly, reaching out instinctively for the aura with which he has become now more acquainted, his hand slashes out belatedly.
"Urrrahhh!"
If his sixth sense will guide him where the other five now fail from physical trauma, then he will unleash through Bison's defenses a blast of white flame that carves out like a blade of light, to shear through all barriers that might hold them apart. Even if he succeeds, the moment will be brief-- but powerful.
And then he will stumble back, and hopefully not fall.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Alma's Blaze of Glory EX.
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Alma 1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1 M.Bison
Sixth sense. Psychic power. Bison hates all of it. He's completely ready to disbelieve in it--in all of it. But he can't. Too many fighters utilize it--freaky chi powers, freaky mind powers. Bison... is a little jealous. Because jealousy is ugly, and so is Bison, it fits like a glove. Once agin, however, Bison finds his defenses to be adequate--more than adequate, actually, as he brushes off that power. Maybe all that time working with Vega actually did something useful.
Bison snorts. "Kid. I tol' you. Don't play with me. You play around, I'm gonna break you. I'll break yo' face. I'll break yo' ribs. I'll break anything I can reach." That said, he shakes off the power--and then reaches out for Alma. One can be sure that he doesn't intend to do something -loving--... but those beefy hands are reaching for Alma's shoulders.
Bison intends to grab--to grab, and lift, and smash his forehead into Alma's, repeatedly, crushing his nose, his mouth, whatever he can find. It's a brutal move, one that should be expected from a man like Bison; headbutt, headbutt, headbutt and negligent toss.
Bison is going to make good on his promise, as much as he can. Well, it was a threat, not a promise--but it's the same thing, to him.
COMBATSYS: Alma endures M.Bison's Head Bomber.
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Alma 1/=======/=======|=======\====---\1 M.Bison
Alma cannot retreat, and he cannot advance. Bison's defenses are as steel; he is indeed like the giant Antaeus, invincible upon the ground. Unable to create the distance a successful strike might have, Alma cannot recover himself in time to evade the boxer's grasping hands.
But through the fog of agony, Alma's eyes blaze with fury.
When he is grasped, he takes what little footing he still has and instead throws himself forward into the fray. His careful tactics have yielded little against Bison's might; all that is left him is resolve, and it is with this that he proffers his forehead. Their heads slam together repeatedly-- but though it is Bison dealing all the damage, to some in the audience it appears unclear who is headbutting whom.
"Gghhh--"
Alma is then tossed aside.
Almost.
"--no--"
His hands have latched onto Bison's shoulders, now. And there is a moment where, suspended in air from Bison's attempt to hurl him away, Alma glares down with those shining eyes through the blood that trickles from his scalp, words emerge from his lips in ragged gasps.
"--not playing--"
The power surges forth, one last time.
"--I'm--"
And if Bison cannot shake off the grasp or muster some close-up defenses in face of Alma's relentless determination, a pillar of light will engulf them both, and Alma will not fall but rise, buoyed by his own strength as wave after wave of raw unbridled soul energy crashes against Bison's will. If his opponent succumbs, he too will be lifted into the air, for a brief few moments--
"--for real."
Before they crash down to earth again.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Absolution from Alma with Buffalo Head.
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Alma 0/-------/-======|=======\======-\1 M.Bison
Truly, Howard Enterprises chose well; Bison is indeed a mighty giant--though not precisely lumbering. No, he's actually pretty fast. He was -not- expecting Alma to grab his shoulders, or the surge of power. Had he even -thought- about what he was going to do, he would have failed; his reaction is pure instinct. The power surges around him again--the fourth or fifth time Alma's employed that power. But this time... this time, his words have struck a blow too, incited Alma. Perhaps that can make the difference for the young Hiten-Ryu Kung-Fu student.
Or, perhaps not. Yes, the power surges--yes, Alma does not fall, but rise. And Bison -does- rise, too--but not under Alma's power. His leg muscles flex, and he lunges upwards--if repeated impacts to the forehead don't bother him, maybe there's a reason.
Of course, his forehead isn't impacting Alma's forehead this time, but the softer flesh of the stomach; it's yet another brutal headbutt, slamming right into Alma's chest, and Bison reaches up and pushes off of Alma's body, coming back down to the floor in a shuddering impact.
"You fo' real? You fo' REAL? Kid, you just like that Jiro. You think you got it but you got -nothin'-."
"Hrrrghh!"
It's just too much.
Grip broken prematurely by the fierce final headbutt, Alma feels his will fail him, and when he lands he slumps to his knees before the boxer, shaking his head wearily. Not for no reason is Bison the champion on this level, a level at which Alma should be proud merely to have risen to. But his training and growth are not sufficient to give his body the power it needs to withstand so many of Bison's powerful blows, and his technique is not adequate to break through the boxer's unstinting guard. Alma was unable to stagger his opponent sufficient to close into his own physical techniques and attempt to demonstrate the worthiness of his art-- even his vaunted psychic abilities, so infamous among fighters, were far from enough.
"Bison..."
It takes all of Alma's remaining willpower to speak.
"...what... is 'it'?"
He looks up, but he can only see Bison's blurred form.
"...Jiro... and I... we..."
Alma pauses, but perhaps what words he was to offer are lost in the haze that his quickly setting upon his mind. But then again, perhaps he merely refrains from speaking, for instead, he smiles softly up at his opponent.
"...I can't see... anything you have..."
His words are utterly gentle, free from anger or accusation, but light explodes around his hand one last time; it is the only aspect of his sudden rise that makes him look as though he is attacking, because at first, strangely, the audience may get the impression he is attempting to embrace his opponent.
"...that I would want..."
Slash.
"...for myself."
It's over.
COMBATSYS: Alma can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Shooting Star EX from Alma with Gigaton Blow.
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Anyone can challenge. Some schlub off the street could come and challenge Bison. Alma's 'risen' to this level... and now he's just been smashed back down. "What is 'it'?" In post-production, some young intern will overlay a short snippet of that famous Faith No More song. o/~ It's it--what is it! o/~
"_This_ is it." And even as Alma is reaching out for him... even clearly gone past where he can continue... Bison -still- strikes. The blow is delivered with his right hand, his dominant hand; the very blow that has felled elephants, how will Alma take it? It isn't -just- a punch. The blow lands, and it sounds like a gigantic redwood, frozen through by a hard winter, being superheated and exploding. It's the sound of the shell from a Barret .50 cal striking a three-inch thick sheet of steel.
It is a blow -so- powerful that just the act of throwing it takes Bison past where Alma was by twenty yards, to the edge of the stage.
Bison turns, glares at where Alma was, and spits one word. "Bitch." And then he's stomping off the stage. That SNF woman? She better be ready.
Log created on 20:20:02 08/10/2008 by Alma, and last modified on 17:26:28 08/14/2008.