Description: It is time for Antoine to return to the temple to reflect. However, along the way, Antoine passes through Switzerland. He meets a strange popstar who reveals that he is more malevolent than he seems to be. There is also a bit of a disturbance in Antoine...
It was about time to travel back to China. There was a lot that the young man had to mull about. His time and battles against many strong opponents has given him plenty to reflect on. However, he cannot quite reflect peacefully until he is back home. No, he must journey back to China.
This had lead the young man through the tides of the ocean, assisting a boat fareman with what tasks are needed. Antoine is always happy to help out in exchange for a ride. After bidding the fisherman farewell, this trip leads him to Switzerland.
This place is undergoing the tides of Winter. Snow has fallen throughout the city. However, it makes the usually green place just as fresh. Antoine is wandering without a coat, trying to brave through the winter. After all, a warrior must be able to face and brave the elements. In particular, the wandering fighter is carrying his duffelbag thrugh a nice bridge with a nice watery view. Even in the winter, the Chapel Bridge in Lucerne is pretty nie. Antoine takes the moment to pause and enjoy the view, especially up to the tall mountains.
"Man, that's an impressive sight from here."
Antoine isn't the only person to think that this bridge makes for a particularly staggering view. At one end of the bridge - our hero's destination, doubtlessly - is a gaggle of people, teenagers and creepy old adults both. They are bundled up for the usual weather like any good Swede would be, and a variety of adorable hats and toasty jackets keep the gaggle warm.
Of all these jackets, none is quite so -remarkable- as the one worn by the youth serving as the locus of this group's attention; his jacket is remarkable for no other reason than that it is -his- jacket. Even now, young girls reach mitten-wrapped hands out, to touch it, to perhaps get a fleeting touch of the youngster beneath it.
Yeah, Antoine's about to find that when it comes to Sweden, nobody gets quite as pleasant a reception as International Teen Pop Star, C-
"~CHRIS~!"
"Ohmigod I can't believe he's here!!"
"I touched his shoulder!!"
"What?!?"
Two girls fight about it.
It washes over Chris like so much crisp, cool, Swedish air - he's smiling, at peace as best could be expected, all told. The youth reaches down to pull a fistful of powdery, clean snow from the ground; a smile splits his features in two. He begins rolling it into a tight, perfect ball.
"It is good to feel Swedish snow again!! Oh, I've missed home."
One of the girls faints.
The gaggle was interesting enough for Antoine to catch on to the gathering. He looks over towards the group of people, quite interested over what is going on. Curiosity has gotten the better of him. However, when he sees none other than a popular kid.
As the fight ensues, Antoine looks a rad confused. "...Interesting..." He is uncertain of what to make of it. He observes the teenagers and he decides to try to press through, yet keep at a distance to not... you know, accidentally awaken the wrath of the teenage girls somehow.
Fangirls are scary. Antoine has seen fights breaking out over the Twilight books.
This is, fortunately, absolutely nowhere near the scale of the Twilight books. No bookstores have been decimated, no cities wiped out, no populations eradicated. A girl slaps another girl, some hair is pulled, and in the confusion, Chris manages to steal away from the group. It's simply luck that Antoine happens to be walking past this group at the -exact- moment Chris decides to bail.
Well, some might call it fate.
"Ah!" A skinny arm loops over Antoine's shoulders as he clears the group - the foreigner might look down to see Chris at]his side, hood thrown up over his head so as to keep watchers from identifying him. He does nothing to stop the others' pace - indeed, it's almost as though Chris is relying on Antoine's movement.
"Heh, sorry to bother, Sir." A good-natured laugh wracks the youth's frame, and he indicates the teens behind him. "I think they're distracted with the fight, though, so I'll only have to borrow the cover for a little bit. You're, ah... not Swedish, I take it?" Chris states the obvious.
Fate is a strange mistress, that.
While Chris had decided to bail and use Antoine as a cover, the young man pauses when he feels a skinny arm looking over his shoulder. His eyes quickly shift over towards the hooded figure. Thankfully, Antoine is perceptive that the young man is trying to -get away- from the whole group.
In all honesty, Antoine doesn't blame him.
"It's alright, kiddo." He furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head, "I'm afraid not. I'm just traveling back to China, actually. However, I figured that I would at least enjoy the sights until I find a good transportation or until Fate leads me somewhere else."
A chuckle is given, "Antoine's the name." He gives thoughtful musing, "The place is beautiful. I've seen many place and many of them have earned their own right in beauty."
"Oh, everybody says that," mumbles Chris. There's some distance between himself and the gaggle of fans - he disengages from Antoine, and walks along beside him for now, trailing powdery snow appropriately enough for one who's up to his ankles in the stuff.
"My name's Chris! I'm just coming back, too. I've got some, uh..." Chris screws up his face for a second, expression clouding. "...Well, family, or something. I'm headed to visit them myself. Fair warning, though:"
Chris levels a clear, unblinking stare at Antoine, lips pulled into a wry little smile. "Not too much to do here outside of look at pretty sights. Well, nothing you'd be interested in, anyway. Not much fighting to do."
"Hrm." Antoine considers briefly, then he wanders along the bridge alongside Chris, who is still using him for cover. While hefting the duffelbag over his shoulder to further secure it, his attention falls over to the younger guy.
"Hrm. It's good to visit family. I have to do that myself." His eyes longingly gaze up towards the sky. He will return to China. He will reflect on his journey and pay respects to his late teacher. The reminiscence brings a frown to his face.
However, he snaps out of it as the boy keeps his gaze upon him. "... Do I have something on my face?" He looks a bit worried but then he furrows his eyebrow, "Perhaps. While I do enjoy finding individuals with unique art, I have also came by to look over the culture of a civilization."
Antoine's face brightens up, "I look over the quality of life besides fighting. While the art and tradition is important to me, I have been interested in learning of the world and the people. I only read books of mythology and stories when I was younger. Some of the sights that I have seen have been breathtaking, almost mystical. For that, I like to take the time to appreciate the bigger and smaller things in life."
Antoine begins waxing poetic about the sights and sounds of the Earth. Chris is sure this is all very interesting, but it's not very long before the smaller of the two is turning most of his attention to the road ahead. Their path is taking them along the perimeter of Lucerne - fangirls are gone, and ahead is a sort of snow-coated plain, rocks protruding from the flat ground like a buried giant's outstretched fingers. Chris is smiling again.
Bright blue eyes regard Antoine from beneath that hood, and abruptly, the boy stops. "Well," he states, barely able to contain his good-nature. "It's important to enjoy things that aren't necessarily fighting. Especially when you're not very good at it. It makes sense you'd look into other stuff - don't quit your day job, right?" Chris squints half-way through his statement; the sun's getting bright, shining right over Antoine's shoulder like it is.
Wind batters his bangs against his eyes. "I mean, I totally get it."
'Especially when you aren't good at it.'
The eyes narrow over towards Chris's statement. That was rather rude. The young man's demeanor becomes a bit more serious, "Is that a challenge?" The young man furrows his eyebrow, his eye twitching for a moment. On one hand, the boy was rather rude for his statement.
On the other hand... He did note that he was a fighter. Either the boy is really perceptive, or...
"...You're a fighter as well, then."
Chris doesn't give Antoine much of a response to -that- statement: He persists in squinting up at the taller man, wind-whipped smile plastered on his face. "Did seeing the world do much to broaden your horizons?? I always wondered how the mats tasted in India, or China, or Mexico, or Japan, or whether or not it's really true that they ask for you to cut off a finger if you wind up losing a Yakuza-sponsored UFC fight. Can people really shoot fireballs out of their hands over in Japan?? How does that stuff even -feel-, Mister?"
The words are cunningly crafted - it's obvious to one looking for the layers of deceit. Sarcasm wrapped in innocent guile. By now, Chris has resumed walking towards that stone-ornamented field, tightened his parka around his face. "I guess I don't have much longer to hang out. My managers are gonna be so -mad- if I keep playin' hooky like this."
That is when Antoine finds that the patience has been shot with the blatant disrespect. "Cut the crap." The young man drifts over towards the boy, furrowing his eyebrow. The young man folds his arms over before he shakes his head.
"...You are a fighter. But, if you are too busy to fight, then perhaps another time." The eyes give a glint, "...After all, the path of a warrior is one who are truly serious about it."
"Ahhh, I really need to get back to the studio. My director's gonna -kill- me." Chris is objectively -grappling- with this - the LAST time he'd stayed out like this he wasn't able to go out and play for a whole week! Of course, the situation sinks in, slowly, and the youth's full-bodied anxieties (he's pacing, wringing his hands)...
Slow. Stop.
They -are- alone out here, after all. Who's watching?
Chris tucks back his hood, and shakes the hair from his face. He smiles.
"I guess I'd like to see how a real professional fighter fights. I do some boxing sometimes, with my bodyguards, but the lessons are so -lame-." Chris turns in place, and steps to present Antoine with a more slender profile. "You'd be kind enough to show me?"
One thing that Antoine can note about the boy is that he has a way with words. While his demeanor is sweet, his words are like a knife. There is poison behind them. This makes the young fighter wary of the kid.
However, he finally gets to the point. The request for how a real fighter fights, Antoine only nods his head. "... Very well." He releases the hold on the duffelbag, letting it slam towards the ground.
His hands are brought together; left palm over right fist. He then leans forward to a bow, then he steps forward with the right leg for the lead. His legs bend slightly as he adopts his fighting stance.
"...This fight shall be a learning experience for the both of us..." He takes a deep breath, then he focuses on the young man.
COMBATSYS: Antoine has started a fight here.
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Antoine 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Chris has joined the fight here.
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Chris 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Antoine
"It'll be something, that's for sure!! Ready to see who's going to school??" Chris begins running - before - he finishes speaking; suddenly, he's lunging into a headlong run, arms left to flail behind him, caught up in the incredible winds that a true speedster's sprint brings. Clouds of snowdust whip and whorl behind him, sparkling effervesence beneath a crisp, clear sun --
And then Chris is leaning down low, bringing his hands together in a clumsy axe-handle style grip. That double-fist is brought up -fast-, aided by Chris' forward momentum and angled -straight- for Antoine's chin.
"Eeeyah!!"
COMBATSYS: Chris successfully hits Antoine with Quick Punch.
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Chris 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Antoine
For such a friendly demeanor, the boy is very arrogant as well. His focus draws on Chris while the fierce winds continue to blow. He withstands the irritating chill before he sees Chris lunging forward.
...The boy is quick... He moves along with the incredible wind.
This takes Antoine by surprise as he seeks to bring his right hand over for an inward block. However, he is caught with the double-fist that knocks him across the chin. He gunts as he is sent flying across the ground. As he lands on his back, however, he immediately springs his hands over to push himself back up.
Then, he steps forward to thrust his right palm out towards Chris's chest, before he sweeps his right leg out and around to hook around Chris's ankles, seeking to knock him off of his feet.
COMBATSYS: Chris blocks Antoine's Quick Throw.
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Chris 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Antoine
Chris hops back as soon as his hands connect - there's no point in sticking around, especially if he misses! - and finds his opponent skidding along the snow like so much baggage. Of course, Antoine's skillful kip-up halfway through his backwards slide has Chris's mouth opening in some surprise.
"Ah, whoa! You're pretty good at falling down, huh!" As soon as he's finished speaking, Antoine is of course rushing him once more - and it's all Chris can do to get his hand up in time to catch that palm and absorb -some- of the force, to hop over Antoine's sweeping leg. Throw averted, but damn if Chris isn't wincing about the pain in his chest.
"Heh heh," mutters the kid, poorly audible above the howling breeze. "I remember this move." Feet dig into the snowy ground, and Chris lances his left hand for Antoine's collar, grin briefly - very briefly - sinister, eyes malevolent. The brashness of adolescence!
"Lemme show you something!" Using Antoine's shirt as an anchor, Chris -DRIVES- a foot into the wandering warrior's stomach, then his other into Antoine's chest, and finally, uses the first foot to simply -kick off- of his opponent's face, arcing into an elegant and frankly -showy- backflip.
COMBATSYS: Antoine dodges Chris' Step Turn.
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Chris 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Antoine
After the kip-up, Antoine narrows his eyes at Chris when he comments about being good at falling down. The young man can only frown at the headstrong brat. When the palm collides against the leg, Antoine brings his leg back and he lifts his arms up.
When Chris attempts to grab at Antoine's collar, the wandering fighter can see that sinister, malevolent gaze. This has Antoine on edge. For when he attempts to drive his foot towards the man's stomach, Antoine brings his leg up to not only prevent Chris from kicking the leg out, but he uses the moment to shoot his arms out towards Chris's collar while he leans back.
As Antoine leans back, Chris is going to be taken for a ride as the young man is rolling backwards. He seeks to have Chris go through a tumble three times before he kicks his right leg out to vault the boy off.
COMBATSYS: Chris dodges Antoine's Spinning the Loom.
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Chris 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Antoine
Chris has nothing to say about Antoine getting his leg in between Chris' foot and his own stomach. To those that know him, this is a pretty backhanded (standard) compliment. Even so, his expression doesn't change; amusement dances across his features. Antoine's hands shoot towards the Swede's flowy, showy top, and Chris has an answer for the attack - he leans forward, robbing those grabbing hands of the fabric, putting the whole of his weight onto Antoine's upraised, blocking foot.
While the taller man fades back, if even for a second, Chris is following up by turning that forward lean into a *roll*, one that has the smaller fighter balling up against Antoine's chest and extending ONLY once he's gotten a leg straightened out, intent being to arc it up and over his head and down onto Antoine's own in a haphazard heel-kick.
COMBATSYS: Antoine interrupts Light Kick from Chris with Wind Chases the Clouds.
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Chris 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Antoine
The balance is lost as Antoine has the weight of the boy pushing him back. The kid managed to get away from his flip, but Antoine is quick to take the fall and roll back to his feet. Along the way of the catching his foot, both skid along the surface.
It is when Chris comes fortht hat Antoine steps forward before seeking to take the young man down with the heel-kick. Yet, due to the haphazard nature, Antoine makes way for the kick, getting a gaze along the side. However, not as much as Chris will feel. Antoine is driving the closed knuckles towrds Chris's rib-cage in a one inch punch. Then, he sweeps the right leg over the foot keeping him grounded. That leg sweeps back to have Chris on his face.
Unlike Chris, who says a lot of insults, Antoine doesn't say anything. Instead, just silently let Chris eat his own words.
*WHOM* goes the fist into Chris' chest. It's enough to send the kid -flying- backwards, an effect certainly aided by Antoine's foot slamming into his cheek like that. The shorter fighter is catapulted into a snowdrift, almost comically sticking out of the thing feet-first.
It's about two seconds before Chris is able to free himself from the drift - snow *EXPLODES* from the previously serene mound, and obfuscates the entirety of Chris' immediate surroundings. It's something that works to his advantage - past the sound of feet furiously stamping into the snow, closer and closer, there's very little to describe exactly -what- is going on in there.
Of course, that changes once Chris is a good foot or two from Antoine - upside down, mid-handspring, legs extended in a pre-planned spring-kick aimed for Antoine's head, with a second following it to connect heel-first with his sternum. "-MAAAAAAN-!"
COMBATSYS: Antoine blocks Chris' Reverse Anchor Kick.
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Chris 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Antoine
Recovering from the steeping motion, Antoine looks Chris over as the young, quick fighter goes flying. There is no point to relax. In fact, Antoine cannot relax around the kid. The young fighter is pretty good, but the fighter has to keep the pace. It is surprising how strong Chris is. This is attributed to his speed.
It is when Chris comes forth to knock Antoine with the hand sprng kick that Antoine brings his arms up to guard against the impacting heel. As the heel arm is struck, Antoine winces a bit before he reaches over to get a good grip on Chris's leg. He shifts his body over towards the right, attempting to force the young man to the ground with the other arm guiding the leg.
COMBATSYS: Chris interrupts Medium Throw from Antoine with Hunting Air.
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Chris 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Antoine
So long as we're playing legs...
Chris is twirled like a pinwheel in Antoine's hands, eyes wide, arms flailing in an attempt to get some sort of -balance-. In fact, it's almost as though the kid's got no real -talent- for this whatsoever... but then Antoine's hitting the point where -he's- falling, the 'crux' of that tumble. This is where Chris' plan springs into action -- a brutal reversal of the momentum allows him to TWIST one ankle out of Antoine's grasp, to score it across the taller fighter's face enough that Chris can free his other leg.
The youth hits the ground on hands and knees, but is up in a flash, eyes on Antoine, practically -glowing- with promises of whatever he's had planned. Chris smiles...
And -dashes- forward, leaping high into the air. His foot CRASHES into Antoine's chin and pulls the taller fighter up into the first half of Chris' 360-degree rotation, blue chi flashing behind his outstretched limb, and presumably sending his foe FLYING.
When the arm swings down to toss Chris towards the ground, it is by skill that Chris managed to slip out of the youngfighter's hand. This causes his eyes to widen before Chris finally twists over to see that Chris pierces that gaze at the man.
Upon landing, Chris dashes foward and springs up in time to slam his foot across the older man's chin. The impact of the foot against the chin sends Antoine's head reeling back. Then, he is slammed off of his feet, vaulted in a spin before he is caught by the flash of chi. That limb sends Antoine flying across the ground.
Harshly skidding across the snow, he brings a hand down to balance himself, now seeking to pull himself up. When he does get up, Antoine grits his teeth. "...So, you can use chi as well besides augmenting your abilities." And then, he sprints towards Chris. This time, he opens forth by springing into action. His body spins in a full spin. His right leg comes out with an outward crescent kick, and then the left leg comes out witht he inward. The left leg, however, is charged with the chi of voltage. The surging electricity seeks to discharge against the boy.
COMBATSYS: Chris blocks Antoine's Crossing the Bridge.
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Chris 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Antoine
Electricity crackles along Antoine's leg and explodes into the atmosphere upon impact with Chris' suddenly raised forearms, and behind them the kid's *still* trying to land, dropping to a shaky knee in so much disturbed snow. His arms smoke, and electriticy crackles along his form, rivulets dancing over his parka and between his bangs. None of this displaces the placid smile from the boy's face, though his attention is, for now, on the ground before him.
"Hmm hmm hmm... Did they beat the personality out of you, when they made you taste all of that mat in wherever you've been? Training dummies have more attitude than this!" Despite his words, Chris is absolutely taking his time on this... his breathing deepens, and fingers curl into loose snowbanks, offering him some form of an anchor upon which to rest.
COMBATSYS: Chris gains composure.
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Chris 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Antoine
Adelheid has arrived.
The boy nows whent to keep out of Antoine's reach, or at least try to. When he does raise the arm to guard against the surge of energy, Antoine grunts before he glances over towards Chris. While the young man notices that Chris is still... smiling, he also knows that Chris has a lot of bark in him.
"A warrior keeps his mind in the fight. Deviating from the battle is where that warrior falls." The kung fu artist tightens his fists, then he sprints forward to close the distance between himself and Chris.
Both arms close together as his left leg meets with the right. Then, he springs the right leg out, sliding across the ground as both arms spread out to each side. As if like spreading the wings, the palm of the leading hand seeks to impact against Chris's stomach. "Shaa!"
COMBATSYS: Antoine successfully hits Chris with Moving the Mountain.
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Chris 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Antoine
It'll take a lot to get Chris to stop acting so fucking smug, Antoine. Every word that leaves the older fighter's mouth simply reinforces to closed grin plastered across Chris' face, and reinforces his confidence in himself. Even while Antoine's dashing forward, streaking towards his downed opponent, Chris isn't quite -moving- yet. At the last, he begins rising to his feet, speaking, tone collected, austere, eyes ever-fucking-bright.
"Don't you think you're trying a little too hard to be cool, Bruce Lee-Wanna Be...? It's -so easy- --*HNGH*"
Chris hits the snow once again, stumbling into a brief backwards slide that has him landing on his ass. Despite this ridiculous position, he maintains some measure of dignity - the kid's eyes lid, imperiously, and he lifts his chin, winded but unfased.
"--- to pull those -strings-. So you suck at fighting! Everybody's got a place! Accept that yours is at the bottom and get a life!!"
To punctuate his statement, Chris is - of course - moving. There's something... alien about this latest strike, something otherworldly. He's -moving- forward, his body certainly leaves a trail in the snow it displaces... but he's not -stepping-. In fact, he's in the process of getting to his feet while he traverses the first half of the distance between himself and Antoine, and the second half has him extending one hand, angling his palm directly for Antoi-
*WHOM*
Chris, who does not have the time for narration, decided to get really fast at the end there. Antoine, unless he's moving quickly, is going to find the kid's hand burrowing a home into his coat and stomach if he's not careful.
COMBATSYS: Antoine auto-guards Chris' Slide Touch!
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Chris 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Antoine
Antoine likes to keep his head into the fight. He wants to continue to show that he can compete. However, Chris's words are getting to him. The boy's words continue to grate at him. 'You suck at fighting.' 'Accept that you're at the bottom'. Those were the words of the other students at the shrine. They all looked down on him because he was different. The kid... is just like them.
That is why Antoine seeks to deny him. That is why Antoine will deny all of them.
As Chris moves with inhuman speed, that ethereal presence of the boy seeks to slam over towards ntoine with the palm. The young man brings both of his hands down to guard against the impact. Both legs spread apart to take a horse stance while the palm slams against the sturdy arms. He doesn't even budge.
"You're wrong."
The eyes narrow.
Then, Antoine dashes forward towards Chris, seeking to close the distance between himself and the kid. The palm pierces out towards Chris's stomach, seeking to hunch him over.
"Don't act like you know me.."
As his hip twists, he thrusts the left fist upward to give a bone-shattering punch. That fist will move towards Chris's chin slowly as it seeks to shatter every piece of bone before the fist rises up along with Antoine in that spin.
"SHAAAAKAAAAAA!!!"
COMBATSYS: Antoine successfully hits Chris with Heaven Descends to Earth EX.
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Antoine has dropped a connection.
There's a little bit of a pause, there, when Antoine manages to block Chris' attack - just like that! Imagine! Being who he is, Chris can't really drop his guard all that much - but there's the slightest perk of an eyebrow at that sudden, solid resistance, the slightest bit of a shiver. Briefly, Chris -does- drop his guards, and Antoine might catch a spiritual 'whiff' of a curious, full-bodied, *consuming* doubt.
Confusion wracks Chris. He manages a sliver of a helpless burble--
And then Antoine's fist is *SHATTERING* Chris' chin, sending him *SOARING* through the air like so much dead weight. The youth slams into the ground, half-buried beneath the same snow he'd been using to his own benefit so well, and rather utterly exhausted. His body lands once, twice -- and then he lies still, eyes closed, face contorted into a rictus of pain and self-doubt.
COMBATSYS: Chris gains composure.
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Chris 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Antoine
There is a frown crossing Antoine's features after the impact. He realizes that he lost his temper to his rage. Even how justified it was, he should not let it get to him. Yet, Chris is still getting to the point of exhaustion. This is not even respectful.
Chris is trying to recompose himself. Antoine gets himself back into the mindset, seeking to focus to finish on what was started. With the aspects of needing to finish things. However, it is doubtful that Chris is finished.
"...Can you still fight?"
Antoine brings his mind back to focus, waiting for Chris to show if he can or not.
Log created on 20:02:24 11/30/2010 by Antoine, and last modified on 19:38:10 12/14/2010.