XIANGHUA
After many grueling battles, at last Xianghua faced Nightmare.
"It is time for you to face your destiny, Nightmare," Xianghua said.
"And you, yours, girl," the evil knight retorted, brandishing his grotesque weapon. Nightmare watched with amusement as the teenager gently eased into her ready stance with practiced grace.
Then he saw something...odd. Impossible, really.
"...do that again," he said after a long pause.
"Eh?" Xianghua's stance faltered.
"Yeah. Now go into your on-guard stance again." Nightmare's red eyes narrowed, focusing on her as the confused girl warily reentered her stance.
And there it was again! There was no mistaking it. Her bustline had jiggled, like she had hopped in place, but with no such movement. It defied all natural laws of the physical universe.
"How are you DOING that?" Nightmare asked.
"Doing what?" Xianghua asked, petulantly stamping a foot on the ground. Nightmare saw no jiggle.
"Your--your bustline! Sometimes it moves, sometimes it won't! What kind of sorcery is this?"
Xianghua's jaw dropped open as Nightmare's words sank in. Flushing, she suddenly desperately wished she were wearing her 3P jacketed outfit so she could button it closed and hide her bosom from this guy.
"I--I thought you were an evil devourer of souls!" she finally managed. "Not some common pervert!"
It was Nightmare's turn to jaw-drop (though hidden behind his helmet mask). This child was suggesting he was a mere pervert! How dare she! He didn't even find the little wench attractive. He just wanted to know why her breasts--
"--breeasts--"
Huh? Whose voice was that? Nightmare cocked his head, trying to catch the sound again. Meanwhile Xianghua angrily assumed her stance once more, producing another jiggle.
"Breeeeassts!" went the voice again. This time it was accompanied by a strange feeling deep in his bones, and Nightmare recognized the voice as his own. His forgotten self, from before obtaining the Soul Edge.
His 19-year-old virgin self that hadn't so much as touched a woman's hand in years.
"I won't forgive you, *hentai*!" Xianghua raged. Suddenly Nightmare realized he'd been saying "breasts" out loud. Mortified, he bent his head to his sword and breathed deeply.
"Sword, grant me strength--!"
(Author's Note: Xianghua has always had this strange bit of bouncing, both in arcade and at home. Makes no sense.)
After many grueling battles, at last Xianghua faced Nightmare.
"It is time for you to face your destiny, Nightmare," Xianghua said.
"And you, yours, girl," the evil knight retorted, brandishing his grotesque weapon. Nightmare watched with amusement as the teenager gently eased into her ready stance with practiced grace.
Then he saw something...odd. Impossible, really.
"...do that again," he said after a long pause.
"Eh?" Xianghua's stance faltered.
"Yeah. Now go into your on-guard stance again." Nightmare's red eyes narrowed, focusing on her as the confused girl warily reentered her stance.
And there it was again! There was no mistaking it. Her bustline had jiggled, like she had hopped in place, but with no such movement. It defied all natural laws of the physical universe.
"How are you DOING that?" Nightmare asked.
"Doing what?" Xianghua asked, petulantly stamping a foot on the ground. Nightmare saw no jiggle.
"Your--your bustline! Sometimes it moves, sometimes it won't! What kind of sorcery is this?"
Xianghua's jaw dropped open as Nightmare's words sank in. Flushing, she suddenly desperately wished she were wearing her 3P jacketed outfit so she could button it closed and hide her bosom from this guy.
"I--I thought you were an evil devourer of souls!" she finally managed. "Not some common pervert!"
It was Nightmare's turn to jaw-drop (though hidden behind his helmet mask). This child was suggesting he was a mere pervert! How dare she! He didn't even find the little wench attractive. He just wanted to know why her breasts--
"--breeasts--"
Huh? Whose voice was that? Nightmare cocked his head, trying to catch the sound again. Meanwhile Xianghua angrily assumed her stance once more, producing another jiggle.
"Breeeeassts!" went the voice again. This time it was accompanied by a strange feeling deep in his bones, and Nightmare recognized the voice as his own. His forgotten self, from before obtaining the Soul Edge.
His 19-year-old virgin self that hadn't so much as touched a woman's hand in years.
"I won't forgive you, *hentai*!" Xianghua raged. Suddenly Nightmare realized he'd been saying "breasts" out loud. Mortified, he bent his head to his sword and breathed deeply.
"Sword, grant me strength--!"
(Author's Note: Xianghua has always had this strange bit of bouncing, both in arcade and at home. Makes no sense.)