Description: A battle for justice. A battle for honor. A battle-- for naughty pictures. Choi Bounge didn't intend to fight another League Fight so soon after his bout with Mizuki, and Alma Towazu didn't intend to have his fight turn into vengeance for his friend and teammate. But bad touches with claws are bad touches nonetheless, and certain 'candid photographs' that didn't come into Alma's, er, safekeeping last time must now be appropriated once and for all. Who has the greatest passion? Who is the bigger pervert!? Uh, wait a minute... (Winner: Alma)
Well, this is awkward.
The Neo League has been having a tough time during the economic downturn. Despite a few persistent competitors, many of the renowned fighters that regularly make themselves known in, for example, Howard Enterprises's Saturday Night Fights have grown weary of the system and have not been induced to fight more frequently. Desperate to draw viewers in these tough times, ramping up their advertising as the season nears its end, the League's strategic decision has been to pull the currently top-tier fighters into matches against one another -- if they can be found.
Alma Towazu fought Choi Bounge before, and through fighting fiercely against his own utter bewilderment managed to draw against his sprightly adversary. That they would both be similarly ranked /and/ have yet to resolve this draw match made the pestering of the League officials all the more incessant. Alma prefers to meet new faces through the League, to use it as a vessel through which to encounter different quantities and qualities of fighting spirit, and he no longer entirely needs the money now that the YFCC has finally been fully repaired; he has been further preoccupied by recent traumatic events, and has not quite felt his heart go towards tournament fighting, to say the least. It is difficult enough to bring himself to work each morning, rain or shine, and continue to inspire and reassure his subordinates.
It is in Alma's nature, however, to attempt to overcome these espiritual setbacks, and so he assented to this match in an effort to face squarely and set aside his current emotional enervation.
Standing here on the roof, squinting into the winter sun, he's beginning to wish he hadn't.
~ Mizuki-chan... ~
She ended up downstairs at the YFCC infirmary to recover from her claw wounds, as the treatment would be conscientious and free of charge given her position. Obviously neither of them would imagine revenge for something received during a fair fight. Their connection is a coincidence as far as this particular fight is concerned, and normally, Alma would see that as, if anything, an opportunity to compel more spiritedness within himself during the battle, to channel the bond with his defeated friend.
Normally.
~ M... Mizuki-chan... ~
Is it a trick of the setting sun, or is he flushing slightly?
He hasn't forgotten, the photo that Choi dropped in their last battle, the photo that upon falling unconscious he failed to retrieve. He never told her, of course. But he deeply regretted not being able to capture it, and destroy it for her sake.
Yes...
Definitely destroy it.
Ahem.
Alternatively, he could get her to sign it. It's not like she doesn't have a signed photo of /him/ appearing in a state of, how does one say, deshabille...
Hmmm.
This is no good at all.
Man. Choi just couldn't take a break.
His standings in the league, for lack of a better word, was a form of welfare. If one followed the midget's standings (which was actually quite popular in the smaller fan circles and gambling pools), it was a very unstable position. The sheer volume of fights that he had gave him two honors. He had the greatest number of losses in the entire league. He shot a great deal of the front runners on the top tiers. Most notably, Maki, Naerose, and Blanka. He spent most of the time just short... until his other honor came forward.
Choi Bounge now was tied for the greatest number of wins. The only other person with six wins was Naerose, the scarlet witch. With his last win over Mizuki, he was now in fifth place with the greatest number of wins. Desperate forum goers place the guessing game at this upset. This was sudden, this was crazy, and there was only one way he could move over the top legal. He could defeat Ryu, which wasn't likely. He could fight Blanka again, which was just as risky. There was another fight with Maki, and... well, the best chance for a win. The Korean had only two draws. One was with Poison... and the other was with an Alma Towazu.
The match itself was spectacular. The midget's unstable technique and tendency of coming back made him a wild card. Alma was in 4th place, one level just above him. The reports of the match came out of the blue. Even with the recession, the news of a game breaker gave some level of a turnout. Alma vs. Choi. The ultimate rematch. Whoever won would most certainly be pushed up. Alma's victory over Choi might even secure first place. Choi's victory over Alma... less certain. All that mattered was that as long as neither tied again, it would be a big deal.
Choi, on the other hand, was still tired from the last match.
His appearance to the roof was naturally delayed. Like Mizuki, he needed some medical treatment. Unlike Mizuki, he was much more wily and resistant. That natural ability to bounce back from a fight paid off. But all in all, he was tired. Plus, he managed to get that picture of the girl back from the ground. A lot of times, he loses his photos. But this time, he got it back, and it was safely stored in his hat. Along with the emergency panties. You ALWAYS could use emergency panties. Scuttling up the on the roof, the little man was out of breath, and fully decked.
"Sorry, Buddy Boy, jeeze, these Neo League jerks, really nasty on an old man like me, huh?" The little man squeaked, glaring at the strange boy who wsa... was he staring at the sun?
Why was he staring at the sun?
Concentrate.
Don't flinch even for an instant.
For Alma, this sun symbolizes the impurity within his human heart.
That is why he must gaze clear-eyed into its blinding glare.
Also, it's very dramatic.
"Not old enough, Mr. Bounge."
Alma turns to look down, like way down, at his midget opponent, eyes gentle but intent through the shade of a single red-tinged blond bang, perpetuating his warm yet enigmatic charm-- not that it means much to Choi, unless he's mistaken Alma for an amazon, which would be fair. But then, Alma is the sort of man who unconsciously does stylish things like gaze forlornly into suns. It doesn't really matter who is watching.
"I haven't forgotten your proclivities."
From his solemn tone, it doesn't sound like the young executive is taking about the tendency to wear claws while fighting. He's changed out of his tailored suit and into what serves as casual for him, designer jeans and a snow-white high-collared fitted zip-up top, but seems in his moment no less formal.
"They are packing the matches in though, aren't they?" he continues, now smiling, as though already past whatever he was alluding to before. "I had no idea you were slated to fight another person before me, let another a girl I know."
He pauses meaningfully.
"A girl of whom you possess a... candid photograph."
He sounds serious. He said 'whom', after all.
"I intend on retrieving that photo, Choi Bounge."
Concentrate.
"Mizuki's honor will be avenged."
Let your truest passion guide you.
Chest swelling as the call to fight is announced, Alma's gentle eyes abruptly widen, blazing with the intensity of the fire within him his mild demeanor had otherwise obscured, but that those who face him never fully forget.
Letting the force of his soul channel and build within him, he tries to forget the nature of the photo he will be procuring, of the girl's interrupted state, of her figure and her--
Concentrate!
COMBATSYS: Alma has joined the fight here.
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Invader 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Alma
COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here.
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Alma 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Choi
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COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Alma
Whoa, whoa. Hold it. Alma.... the innocent priestly prick... had a boner for Mizuki.
The midget's face suddenly switched to 'friendly prefight' to 'sleazy salesman.' He knew a nervous teenage male when he saw one. His proclivities? That obviously meant his 'business' in photographs. Oh, how were those brief weeks of selling dirty pictures to the high schoolers. Alma himself might make a great business for those girls... well, just that. Those girls.
Grinning broadly, the little man adjusted his hat. "Well, well, well. How about that. Honor avenged? Well now, you aren't offering to BUY it, are you? And of such a sweet, firm-bottomed babe, huh! Well, son, I am sure I could get a great price... buddy boy." Seeing how that new light in the eye meant business, the midget decided to raise a little trouble of his own. Picking up speed, he built himself into a charge. With a short hop, he shot himself into the air. Claws stuck right out, he was trying to drill into the pretty boy, taking advantage of what was hopefully a confusing opening. If not... well, he would mix it up well enough soon. Already, he was arcing up high, trying to wing Alma in the shoulders...
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Choi's Houkou Tenkan.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Alma
Grrrrr.
Alma's fingers flex quietly, yet his indignation does not seem to inhibit the rise of his power or the sharpening of his senses. On the contrary, he feels his energy surge further-- and knows subconsciously that this emotion is one to be seized upon, not set aside. Letting the fury take control, his reaction is preternaturally swift as he smashes Choi's drill aside.
"/You/--"
This maneuver is not purely defensive. Alma seeks to control Choi's own momentum, redirecting him with his block and positioning him carefully so that when he swiftly twists, the explosion of Soul Power that will erupt from his right hand will be perfectly aimed to collide forcefully with the midget's diminuitive body-- and his twisted psyche.
"--will be /begging/ to give me that picture when we are through."
Firm-bottomed babe indeed!
As if Alma would know anything about that.
Well, he's a little curious, maybe.
Look, it's just not something he knows a lot about, alright!?
It's... confusing.
Really, he prefers an enthralling aura to anything.
...Probably.
COMBATSYS: Choi parries Alma's Sacred Wave!
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Choi 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Alma
Choi's drilling strike was being shoved. His attack was being guided. And worse, his pitch was being deflected as well. It was time for some aggressive marketing. And with teenagers, there was only one appropriate way to make that sale. Or rather. Appropriate.
With a sleight of hand, the midget draws out the mandatory product. It was just a coincidence, after all. He didn't know Alma really dug Mizuki. And whenever he fought a chick, he made sure to bring extra pictures, if he had them. Nothing made a match more exciting and unpredictable than seeing dirty pictures of yourself. And that break in focus could break the match as well. What was planned for Mizuki wasn't needed... but would now serve well with Alma. As he brings both claws over to smash the energy aside, the little man lets loose a shout. "Which one, buddy boy? Thiiiiiiiiiis one?" Through the deflected energy, a small paper flutters right towards Alma's face.
If he notices the picture, he might recognize the girl. The angle was terrible, and the quality was low. It showed a red-haired priestess who was just getting off of her duties at her temple. Her robe was in partial undress. With intense focus, a small canister of anti-prespirement was aimed squarely at her underarm. From this angle, subtle curves were already noticed. Why, it wasn't even clear, at this angle and point, whether or not she was even wearing underwear. But that wasn't the worst part.
This wasn't the picture Alma saw in their last fight.
On the other hand, if he kept his head in the fight, he might have noticed the midget slamming off the energy towards the ground. Choi was ducking behind Alma, bounding delicately behind the pretty boy. As he landed, he bent over, letting his natural momentum to reach from between his legs... and jab his claws towards Alma's kidneys.
COMBATSYS: Alma endures Choi's Geketsu Tsuki EX.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Alma
G...
...ghhh...
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Alma stares wide-eyed at the photograph fluttering in slow-motion before him. Is that even Mizuki? The photo is so unfocused. But that hair looks familiar, and the curves--
N, not that he's familiar with them!
He almost is distracted. Almost. Choi has the advantage.
But the fury rises again.
Twisting with sudden and shocking speed, Alma's righteously baleful glare finds Choi just as the claws find not his kidneys but his abdomen, a much better protected part of his body. Blood is drawn, of course, but Alma does not seem to notice as he immediately attacks, almost simultaneously with Choi's own strike.
Unless the midget can withdraw his blades from the hard muscles of the model's lower torso in time, a flame-shrouded knee will rise to slam crushingly under his chin and cast him up into the air-- leaving him open then for the following series of roundhouse kicks that will buoy them both in to the air, the flames of the young man's indignation -- and frustration? -- powering into his opponent.
This is /totally/ inappropriate.
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Alma's Rising Fury.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Alma
Hot DAMN. Where the hell did Alma import this washboard? Did his training in innocence involve a daily session of 1000 sit-ups? Choi does manage to get his claws into the monk, if at a price. As Alma tenses up, the midget finds himself caught in the body of pretty boy. Well, wasn't that a downer.
As such, the midget finds himself forced to block with his legs. Curling into a tight ball, the oncoming knee hits shin. The little man in knocked free, launching up into the air with the following rush of kicks. Once in the air, the little man uses his claws to help deflect the actual roundhouses, though the energy was a bigger problem now. Upon the last kick, the midget pushes away from the monk, well shaken and stirred. This meant trouble, for instead of breaking the boy's spirit, he just made things worse. Well. He might as well mix things up a bit.
Landing on his feet, he suddenly bounces one, then twice. Smiling broadly, he just removes his hat, nodding eagerly. "I see the gentleman has more refined tastes. Don't worry. I have them in sequence, and of, well, I suppose better quality. Pre-shower, post shower, different stages of dress." The Korean delicately adjusts his glasses, his bald head highlighted by the winter sun. He was watching Alma carefully, letting him make up his mind of the next move. And making the sale.
"What is YOUR favorite, buddy boy?"
COMBATSYS: Choi focuses on his next action.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Alma
Alma forces himself to relax.
As much as his fuel has been fuelling him, he has not yet been able to break his opponent's rhythm and find the weakness in his defenses. So long as his opponent continues to be able to evade him, he won't be able to even begin to seize the momentum. Realizing that his adversary has begun to take stock of the situation himself, he resolves to make the next moves count.
"A sequence, you say."
His tone is calmer now, his gaze now thoughtful, inscrutible.
"Well, if I -- theoretically -- were willing to buy them..."
Behind his back, obscured by his frame, his right fist clenches.
"...would you part with the whole series?"
He appears to tense.
"So I could return them to her, of course."
Aw, he's nervous. How cute.
No, in fact, his body is merely reacting to the sheer amount of power he is shifting into that fist; he can feel the fire burning back there, his hand at once dreadfully heavy and gloriously light.
"Still, I worry that even after I get them from you--"
And then he is suddenly plunging forward, his body blurring with the energy he has gathered, thrusting his fist toward the ground to allow the power to shoot out and zig-zag its way swiftly toward Choi's feet.
"--you'll just take more!"
Gaze flickering back to his opponent, Alma grins, eyes shining eerily.
"I assume you'd want extra to get you to stop--"
Snapping the fingers of the fist he had been clenching, Alma releases the power just as it arrives at his opponent-- and unleashes a terrifying geyser of psychic energy, a glowing, twisting, sparkling gout of white fire intertwined with cherry-blossom pink and royal purples.
"--so here's the first installment."
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Alma's Full Confession.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Alma
Choi has a pretty obvious weakness in his defenses. If you hit him, it hurts. Badly. The only problem was that hitting him was the hard thing. As Alma takes the bait, he scoops into his hat, fingering through the collection. The Korean was hoping very much that the young man would buy his wares. After all, he was a growing boy! Curious about the female body. And apparently, Mizuki was a romantic interest. It was a public service, really!
"Whatever, buddy boy. You could even line them in your underroos, for all I care!" Choi does all the time! However, as he brings up the fresh pictures, he spies that the deal was going south. Well, looks like he was presenting the BASTARD Card. Too bad that Choi only took Visa. Dropping the pictures back in, the midget rolled the hat back on his head as he broke into a roll. Tumbling sideways, he just started to scowl as the energy just barely missed him. "You dirty rat! I offer you a fair price, and you just give me bum credit!" Popping back up on his feet, he suddenly blazes right for the pretty boy.
"Maybe I ought to make these public goods, huh? And make it a personal thank you to my best donor, Alma!" Was the snarl as Choi slipped low. Suddenly, he took a short hop to Alma's left flank. Upon landing, he just shot straight up into a backflipping kick. Well, Alma had lots of things to think about. Mizuki. The birds. Choi's foot aiming right for the monk's chin. And with Choi's eye on the game, he might find himself with a fast, confusing pervert leaping around him.
Thank goodness for all those pure thoughts, or otherwise the Great Justice might elude him!
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Choi's Hien Zan.
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Alma
Alma smiles faintly.
He will not be deterred.
"Bum credit...?"
The indignant snarl, the threat of public distribution-- as if Choi doesn't do that already. That, of course, is why Alma needs those photos. Even if not why he wants them. But that does not touch upon his heart right now. Right now, he is reminded of the formidable nature of the opponent before him, and something within him clicks again.
Even a man like this has a fighting spirit that must be met.
Yes, indeed, he has persistence, does he not?
"You don't see the value of what I offer."
Only Visa, Choi? You should try taking Discover.
That mysterious smile does not fade as Alma deftly parries Choi's rising kick, shifting fluidly to the side, his smooth movements as obscure as the intentions behind his undeniably warm eyes. There's something odd, almost affectionate about him now, as the fight grows closer, and it is surely sincere. But the uncertainty of from whence that warmth has arisen, with apparent suddenness -- even if the seeds were there all along -- could be a bit unnerving.
To charm even as one unnerves--
Is that not the essence of a sweeping style?
That and sparkles, apparently.
"Take a closer look."
For Choi may have to take Discover whether he likes it or not. The lance of soulfire that erupts towards him now, a chisel to hammer through the pervert's persistence, has a tendency to be self-revelatory-- even if it only tells you things like 'Your favorite panties will be stylish again in twenty years'.
Hallucinations are like that.
And yes, it's sparkling.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Choi with Self Expression.
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The midget just flips in the air, his kick shoved aside. As he turns around, another counter offer is made. As he takes a closer look...
The sparkles.
THEY CONSUME HIM.
Blinded by the shiny aura that took Alma, the midget felt a strange thing up his spine. A warm feeling. Like, well, maybe he should give up the pictures. And live a joyous life in Korea, cutting vegetables and consorting his wife. All as his best friend Chang and him played checkers. It would be a wonderful, simple life. Such was this strange feeling.
Wait, hold it. That was just the BLAST OF ENERGY SMASHING HIM
Knocked away, the little man lands hard on his bottom. Cringing, the little man howls, scurrying up. "Jerk! I tried being nice! Now I am going to have to show you..." The little man began to pick up speed. Something was wrong. Something was... unusual. Terrible, in fact. Was he... yes he was. He was blazing across the ground, and with a leap, he jumped at the monk, sweeping his claws up. But as he swiped, long arcs of energy trailed behind. Wait. Wait. No. Could this be...
A new attack from the midget!?!
COMBATSYS: Alma endures Choi's Senpuu Hien Shitozu.
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Choi 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Alma
What is this technique!?
Well, only one way to find out.
Actually, Alma's philosophy is focused more on meeting Choi's nebulous "spirit" head-on than it is upon understanding his unique and bizarre blend of fighting styles, but the result is much the same: a seemingly heedless youth throws himself directly into the path of those sweeping claws, barreling forcefully into his smaller opponent. Blood flies; another shirt is ruined.
But Alma doesn't stop there, spinning as swiftly as he can into a flowing series of kicks, hypnotically interlacing strikes with one another. The move is quite technical, and the psychic prettyboy is focused intensely on it, maintaining an incredible poise in the midst of both his attack and the wounds he is sustaining. His complex effort may or may not reap immediate rewards, but--
He seems, nevertheless, somehow in control.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Choi with Autumn Rain.
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Choi 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Alma
Alma's resistance to the midget's offense might have been troublesome... if he didn't keep hitting. It must have been the focus he was gaining. As his claws tear through his shirt (why couldn't Alma be a chick?), the midget finds himself being greeted by a series of sharp, powerful kicks. Ah yes. Attacking while Choi is attacking. The smart approach.
At least, until he starts causing trouble.
The midget hits the ground hard, the kicks dribbling him on the ground. That is, until he gets composure. As he bounces up, the little man gets higher than he should, finding himself in the air. "You know what? I take back the offer, you jerk!" He snaps, both claws out wide. With a squeak, he slashes them across, attempting to rake them across Alma's face as he charges in.
COMBATSYS: Alma interrupts Power Strike from Choi with Divine Intervention EX.
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Alma /could/ be a chick.
...Well, I guess now it's pretty clear he's not, though.
"I don't need your offer."
Just listen to that rich, deep voice.
"Only what you possess."
That, and the clash of souls.
Yes, just listen to that voice, and just look upon that strong hand-- that is thrusting out, glowing with fire, to punch through the series of claw rakes, knocking the attack askew before it can reach his precious face, and unleash a beam of psychic energy directly into Choi's snarling face. It's pretty hard to brace yourself for something like that.
Maybe that career change will start to look good again.
Sweeping his hand aside with a quiet flourish, Alma resumes his poised stance, watching his opponent carefully even after he is launched away, a ripple passing through his dashingly unkempt blond locks.
This fight isn't over yet. It's been hard to catch Choi as much as Alma has.
But it's harder still to match Alma's style.
It's kind of depressing, really.
The monk's laser tear through the midget, breaking him free of his focus. Wait, didn't he just tense up his body for this. He must have done it wrong. In any case, what was Choi's attack was cut short. Maybe this was it. The league was over for the Korean. Fifth place wasn't bad, right. As he fell backwards, he landed hard on his back, his hat knocked free. The pictures, scattered across the rooftops.
Suddenly, the sun turns a deep red.
A cloak seems to come over the roof, or a thick crimson mist. Where there was light, there was the strange curtain. And where there was shadow, there was the same red light. A foreboding aura of darkness came over the region. And Choi... disappears from the very spot he laid. If Alma was a fan of Twin Peaks, suddenly, this attack would make a lot more sense. It is weird enough for the player to justify it!
Suddenly, from behind the monk, there is the impression of deep, black cuts through the curtain, attempting to tear into the boy's flank. And from in front of him, another set of tearing. Above him, the same. And then, below him.
From each of Alma's six flanks there was a tearing through the mysterious fog. With every strike, the effect weakened more and more. As the sixth slash is unleashed, the haze lifts, revealing a very unstable looking midget right in front of Alma. And not in the crazy sense. Well, he looked crazy, but also barely conscious. Claws high up, his eyes seem to drift, uncertain of how to finish...
COMBATSYS: Choi can no longer fight.
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The midget drops his claws to his side. With a slow, careful fall, he tumbles aside, unconscious in his own dirty pictures of Mizuki.
Truly, how he wished to go.
COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Choi's Shakushi.
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What on earth?
Alma's gaze flickers briefly, his eyes narrowing, suddenly uncertain. What is this sudden strange power? Is this another new technique? Does this midget's perverted persistence allow him to tap into some supreme supernatural power as yet unknown to man? Will his will to preserve these sexy pictures cause him to transcend even Alma's own formidable resolve?
Is /this/ true passion!?
Alma knows that true passion cannot be denied.
For a moment, he knows fear, and uncertainty.
And then he realizes the sun's just finally setting.
As reassuring as that is, the haze from which the claw strikes begin to emerge envelops him, and the cameras are unable to capture what comes next. Alma cannot see from whence the attacks come. He reaches out with his senses, but Choi's being is too fragmented by Alma's own blows; he cannot get a consistent read on the violent intent, or on the man's aura signature. It appears that even he will be going into this blind, that even his second sight will be useless into this fog, and that this may be the end for he as well--
Until he senses it.
One consistent emotion, a shining beacon.
Lust.
All that remains of Choi's shattered psyche: raw lust.
And all at once, Alma can sense him.
A shame the cameras do not capture it, his weaving, his spinning, his dodging. None of the slashes make contact. In the end, Alma will be standing with just as much poise as before, if not more, meeting the feverish gaze of his adversary-- until finally, unbelievably, the midget is finished.
"...Whew."
In the end, letting his fury go served Alma best.
That in mind, he regards his opponent peacefully, quietly contemplative.
And then he spies the photos.
"Ggghh--!"
Poor Choi. Those photos will not be there when he awakens. The cameras will catch Alma hastily shoveling something into the inside pocket of his tattered shirt, but it will be unclear what, thankfully for Mizuki. As for what he does with them, who can say?
Perhaps Choi will have to find out for himself.
COMBATSYS: Alma has ended the fight here.
Log created on 00:38:17 01/02/2009 by Alma, and last modified on 04:49:50 01/02/2009.