A/N: So, here's the next chapter. I'm gonna do my best to update every couple of days or so, to keep things going. With any luck this story, with its riduculously short chapters, will eventually be finished. In my life time. Hopefully. Anyway, here it is!
If I owned Ranma 1/2, do you think this would be a fanfic?

Moment Three – A Spark of Life

Ranma was alive. He was always living, but it was only when he was practicing his Art that he felt truly alive. And currently, he was fighting Ryoga.

He could feel the current of the fight, the flow of conflict, the chi that saturated the air... everything. It put his hair on end, his senses were strained further then they ever were before, and his mind was on fire.

In this moment, Ryoga was going to either charge, use a ki blast, toss his umbrella, leap forward, jump back, stand his ground, or mock. Each of these actions had five to twenty possible modifiers.

Ranma could envision five counters for every one of Ryoga's possible moves. And two modifiers for each.

Not accounting Amazon Wu Shu.

He could see, out of the corner of his eye, all the students of the school surrounding the crater that the two martial artists had formed. On his side were... of course. The Fiance' brigade, minus Akane. They were fighting amongst themselves as well. The rest of the school was on Ryoga's side, avoiding the fight on the other side.

Let's see... there were his friends, Akane, Akane's friends, and there was... was that Nabiki?

She seemed... different. It was subtle, but now, when every fiber of Ranma's being was focused on learning and plotting, he noticed it.

Her eyes were slightly wider then before, and they had a bit of a sparkle to them. Her hair was standing slightly on end and her movements were slightly quicker then before. He could practically see her calculating faster then normal.

She seemed... Alive.

Ah, where was he? Right, the fight.

Ryoga was either going charge, use a ki blast, toss his umbrella, leap forward, jump back, stand his ground, mock or fake to the left. Each of these actions had ten to thirty possible modifiers.

Ranma could envision six counters for every one of Ryoga's possible moves. And four modifiers for each.

Not accounting Amazon Wu Shu.

Or any of wacky themed martial arts styles he learned in Nerima.

Ryoga tossed his umbrella, and the moment ended.