Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 is copywrite to Rumiko Takahashi
Punch. Kick. Block. Punch. Punch. Pary. Jump.
I couldn't understand it.
Punch. Swivvle. Block.
I never did really. Ever since I got to this god forsaken hell hole. It was always the same.
Kick, Jump. Stab.
Its neverending. Hopeless. I feel so weak here. And he expects me to put up with it. To take it. To MARRY it. The constant abuse.
Jump Kick. Jab. Block. Thrust.
People think its cute. I can defeat a near God but I cant get away from her Mallet. How little do they think of me?
Twist. Jab. Punch.
Her speed is similar to a non combatant. Pitiful. Her grace even more so. Her anger, well that just about rivals the gods. Her understanding? What understanding?
Kick. Pary. Swivvle. Jump.
But everytime, my body freezes. I fear what she stands for; commitment to hell.
I knew, even in the first few minutes of meeting her, that she could break me.
Punch. Punch. Aerial Dodge.
She has.
Low Kick. Jab. Block.
But I've had enough. It may have been less than memorable to her. Just another day, just another attack on my person. Just another mallet getting intimate with the back of my head.
Punch. Punch. Punch.
It was Just one too many times.
Kick. Slide left. Block. Jump.
I'm done being her bitch. I'm done being everyone's bitch. Is this what honor means? Sacrificing my self-respect and happiness? I would rather die than continue this charade any longer.
Punch. Punch. Dodge. Pary. Kick.
I'm leaving. And they can all go straight to hell.