Rhythmer's Fist
Ryoga
::Ryoga's theme:: 'Loving You' (original Mix) by Mindless
The bass pumped furiously from the speakers in the young man's backpack, directing the pace of his step. His gait had a carefree sway that that enhanced the way his torso and head bobbed in a one-two rhythm. The boy's brown pants flared out at the bottom, with a yellow strip running down teach side. His tank yellow tank top was taunt against his chest, allowing the ripple of muscles to play under it. Despite his seemingly jovial motions, Ryoga's face held an expression of seriousness with slight aloofness, as he attempted to read the map in his hand.
'WILD BOAR!"
"GRACIOUS!"
"WHAT'S THAT DURNED FOOL DOIN'?"
"LOOK OUT!!!!"
Ryoga was too concentrated on finding his way around; he couldn't heed the warnings given to him. In a fit of frustration, the lost boy grabbed a random farmer that happened to be running for his life, "Ey, bother me for a sec, tell me where Furinkan High is?" The panicked man tried vainly to shake the oblivious young man, but the steel grip he held would not give.
"YOU DANGED IDIOT!! THERE'S A WILD BOAR A' COM'N!!!!" The desperate man said in a heavy accent.
"That's nice, now I figure I'm here, so would I head here..." The farmer's eyes went wide, as it saw the large beast round the corner, and stare at the impudent humans that did not flee in terror. It ducked its head once, and scratched a hoof along the ground to test the traction.
"So, that a yes? I head east, or non?" Ryoga asked the frantic man before him, not hearing the gallop of 800 pounds of porcine fury.
"FOR LORDS SAKES! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!!" someone cried out, once the boar was upon the two standing in the middle of the street. Ryoga's swaying became more pronounced...
::WHAM!!!!::
"Ay, now there the Gunga!" Ryoga exclaimed, as he swayed behind the unconscious boar on a triangular step that threw his arms out to the directing he was stepping in. His right hand held the umbrella that was originally slung over the top of his book bag.
"That there kid took it that beast out in one blow," one villager said in awe.
"That boy must be one dem thar martial artists," another villager stated, impressed.
"Hey, you do them martial arts?"
Ryoga turned to the question, with a smirk on his face, "Si, Capoeirastylas is what I am."
"Kapu-ar-ra-ti-ra-s?" The villagers asked in unison.
"Got the time to point me to Furinkan High? Got a side bust to make..." Ryoga resheathed his umbrella, and stopped his Ginga dance in favor of his rhythmic bobbing of previous.
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Akane found herself at arms in trying to understand Ranma's technique. She had watched him consistently demolish Kuno in three fights since he had arrived, just by dancing. It just didn't make sense.
Well, Akane, the greatest martial artist in Nerima, will prove the flaws in the style.
As soon as Ranma stands still.
"FIGHT BACK!" Akane shouted over the boom box in the Dojo. The techno beat was no less irritating than the fleet footed fiancée in front of her; it was almost as if he was dancing while she wasn't even there.
"Why? Dancing's more fun," Ranma replied cheerfully, bobbing his head out of the way of a roundhouse kick, and then twisting his chest from a one-two punch combination.
"But you're supposed to be SPARRING!"
"Huh, oh, sorry about that," Akane gasped, and managed to successfully guard against Ranma's retaliatory strikes. Akane smirked at her success, and threw another combination of attacks at Ranma. Ranma frowned a bit as he weaved around the attacks, and returned his own, forcing Akane to guard against them.
"Better?"
"I don't see what's so great about your technique," Akane challenged, attacking with barely contained fury.
"Are you always so competitive?" Ranma asked, dancing out of the way of his sparring partner's attacks as if they weren't there.
"I'm not that competitive, HAI-YA!"
"Hmm, a competitive Tomboy," Ranma retorted with mirth, snaking around Akane's leg, and attempting a few more strikes, pressing his advantage.
"I'm going to make you eat those words!" Akane replied frantically blocking Ranma's returns.
"It's also not good to be so mad all the time, causes wrinkles."
"Why, you, you..."
"My technique is has a lot going for it, you just don't understand it," Ranma replied seriously, cutting the other girl off."
"Huh?"
"It would take me a while to teach you the basics, but I think you're coming along fine," Ranma said with a smirk.
"HA! As if I'm gonna learn some stupid dancing moves!"
Ranma didn't reply, but kept on dancing."
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Aren't you going to say something?" Akane was expecting some lame retort from the jerk, not silence.
"Uh, how about," Ranma pondered what to say to Akane, "hmm, how's this, 'you're pretty good on your feet, you know'?"
"Well I practiced footwork a..." Akane stopped dancing along with Ranma to the trance music, and growled.
"With moves like that, how about we hit a Rave sometime?" Ranma chuckled as he removed his arms from around Akane's waist. He danced over to the portable stereo, and turned it off, "What did I tell ya? Wasn't dancing much more fun than trying to beat the crap out of each other?
The pigtailed boy whistled as he left the dojo occupied with only a violently glowing raven-haired girl.
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"Fur-in-kan High..."
"GET BACK HERE, YOU!"
"Oh, comon, 'Kane-chan, you know you liked it." Ranma called back with a jovial tone.
"Man, that Ranma kid's brave." One student commented
"I think Akane protests too much. How can she not want the arms of such a gorgeous hunk around her?"
"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TELL THE WHOLE SCHOOL!"
Ranma pouted as he leapt into the air, "But I just wanted to share... huh?" Ranma twisted himself to avoid the umbrella descending upon him.
"Hello, Ranma," the boy wearing a dark brown and yellow capoeirastylas outfit greeted from the newly formed pit. With finesse, he back flipped out of it to the opposite side of Ranma.
"Still like the scared rabbit, ey, Ranma?"
"You know him?" Akane asked, eyeing the damage the newcomer did to the school walkway.
Ranma put all his ability to ponder the question to the fore, "Tahiti, right? At the Kali Bash!"
"Eh, never made it to the Kali Bash," The other young man.
"Rainman Rave! Korea!!!"
"What year?" the bandanna clad boy enquired.
"Uh, '98?"
"Wasn't scene'n till '99" The fanged young man replied in an irritated tone, "Just answer me this, why did you run out on our fight?"
"Hold a sec, RYOGA? HEY! How's the skillz?"
"ANSWER THE QUESTION!" Ryoga shouted; his frustration mounted to the overflow.
"I held out for three days, kid..." Ranma replied guilelessly.
"Three days?" Akane repeated with incredulousness.
"Ay, and I would have got you on the forth day, if you didn't run away."
"Why did it take you four days to get five hundred yards from your crib?"
"YOU THINK I WAS OUT FOR A LEASURE? I WAS HURT'N TO MEET YOU!" Ryoga quieted his voice before continuing, "Breaking a vow between men... AND RUNNING TO CHINA WITH YOUR FATHER!"
"HEY! P.L.U.R.!" Ranma shouted, sliding out of range of the umbrella swing.
"I'LL GIVE YOU P.L.U.R.!" Ryoga bellowed, "I'm gonna beat you to PEACES, then I'm going to LOVE tearing you limb from limb, and I'll give UNITY to the broken parts out of RESPECT for the dead!"
"Witty," Ranma commented with a smirk.
"STAND STILL SO I MAY GET MY REVENGE!" Ranma swerved to the side almost bonelessly out of the way of the spinning umbrella, and then rolled his body out of the way of its return.
"For my ails, I'm gonna destroy your happiness." Ryoga proclaimed, catching his umbrella.
"My happiness?" Ranma mused, "Am I happy?"
"So happy I think you're high on something," Akane retorted. Ranma shrugged and continued smiling.
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"These are all past the 'Sell by' date!"
"Well, you *did* keep the party cold," Ranma replied, irritated.
Ryoga tossed the bread away, and turned on the stereo in his book bag."
"Huh? I know this beat! 'Loving You'! Sweet rhythm!" Ranma began to bob his head to the beat.
Ryoga smirked as he pulled swung his umbrella to the side, and began his swaying dance, "Beware, Ranma, I'm no longer limited to my skills of Kempo. I am a true Capoeirastylas with the Christian' name; Vadier de Caos', 'The Wander of Chaos', for my style is like a storm that leads to unpredictability."
"They probably named you that cause you kept getting lost," Ranma retorted dryly.
"Hmph, it matters not the roda," Ryoga suddenly spun to his right at Ranma, "LE'S JOGAR!" Ryoga struck out with an 'armada' roundhouse kick with the right leg. Ranma swayed to his left under Ryoga's kick, and planted his left hand down with his left leg bent completely at the knee and his toe braced on the ground.
As Ryoga's right foot landed on the ground into back position, Ranma swung his right foot across to Ryoga's ankle to trip him. The lost boy evaded by leaping somersaulting sideways to his left, and back off into his Ginga Dance.
"That not be Capoeira," Ryoga stated with curiosity.
"Na, Saotome School of anything Goes Rhythmer's Fist," Ranma boasted, dancing almost euphorically to the beats from Ryoga's 'boom bag'.
"Wow, they're amazing," Akane voiced from the sides. Akane had heard about Capoeira, but never had been able to witness it. It was like watching a Wushu performance with power gymnastics all rolled in one. She idly wondered if Ranma's so called 'Rhythmer's Fist' would stack up to it.
Ryoga nodded, and suddenly moved in, swinging his left arm in a horizontal arc, his hand cupped for a 'galopante' strike to Ranma's right ear. The pigtailed boy ducked the blow, and started to sea walk backwards out of range.
Ryoga would not have that, as he brought his right hand to play, which was holding the umbrella, and swung it at Ranma's head. Ranma wormed to his left under the umbrella, and delivered a right-legged thrust kick towards his opponent.
Ryoga spun to his left out of range of the kick, and planted his right hand onto the ground with the umbrella lying flat, while his left leg went into a 'meia lua de compasso' roundhouse that caught Ranma by surprise. The pigtailed boy brought his left arm up to deflect it over his head, allowing it to continue it's momentum, and took a part of it to spin to his right on planted right foot, swinging his left leg low.
The lost boy barely recovered in time for Ranma's standing sweep to miss his face, and as soon as his left foot hit the back position, Ryoga dropped into a regional style 'negavita', his right leg straight with the heal on the ground, with his left leg bent and his left heal touching his butt, while his torso was straight in almost sitting position with his right hand bracing the ground. Ryoga gained some space from Ranma by switching legs and hands in the negavita, which pulled him away from his opponent, causing Ranma's back flip landing to miss it's target.
The fanged boy torqued his torso to his left, and swung his right leg from under him 'rasteria' crescent kick from the ground. Ranma was still facing away from Ryoga, but leapt straight up into the splits, allowing the retaliatory attack to pass under him.
Before he hoped Ranma could recover, Ryoga performed a 'macaco' backwards monkey flip, and while inverted, threw his umbrella like a javelin at his nemesis.
Ranma landed just in time to turn to the side, and go into the front splits, ducking under the projectile.
Both recovered as the music from Ryoga's stereo went into breakdown, "Ay, not half bad, Ranma." Ryoga commented with begrudging respect, as he swayed in his Ginga dance.
"Can't say I danced so hard in a while," Ranma replied with a smirk, starting to seemingly randomly step to his own beat rhythm.
"Then how 'bout we amp it some?" Ryoga's eyes got a confident gleam to them.
"It's about time we started going off," Ranma's eyes matched Ryoga's.
Ryoga grinned ferally, and suddenly shifted forward, planting his right hand on the ground and his left foot back, landing him in a runner's sprint. He suddenly swung the left leg back, and kicked up his right leg before the left leg connected with it, starting himself into 'gymnastics', which looked as if he were on a gymnastics pummel horse.
Ranma's seemingly random stepping became wider and almost chaotic, before he all of a sudden dropped to the ground and began to dance in a Break dancer's 'six step'; landing on the ground in a crabwalk position, swinging his right leg shin over his left leg's shin, then swinging his left leg back so that it was positioned like a sprinter's stretch as he lifted his left arm out of it's way, and swung his right leg around under him in a continued motion to bring him to squatting with both hands braced in front of him. He continued it by swinging his left leg around to the front, bent at the knee, and then brought his right leg behind it, crossing them at the shins. Ranma uncrossed his legs ending back up in a crab position.
"But Ryoga swings this with one hand!" Akane exclaimed to herself, "RANMA, DON'T..." Akane's voice caught in her throat, like everyone else as they witnessed the two martial artists perform feats of skill, What was more impressive what the massive battle auras they were building up, that seemed to begin to overwhelm Akane from where she was.
"Kami..." Nabiki managed to squawk out in awe.
Ryoga continued his Capoeira routine, building up his power to begin anew with the pigtailed boy. Ranma kept going in his tricky stepping skills, varying things for style and finesse. Their aura levels built up as the music slowly built back up. And then, the music exploded back into orgy of bass and tempo.
Ryoga planted his right hand and swung his left foot out once again for a meia lua de compasso, And Ranma spun forward into an Adidas windmill. Their kicks collided; Ryoga's furiously forcing itself through, as Ranma's redirected the other attack.
Ranma pushed himself into a handstand, and hand sprung away, as Ryoga went into another left footed Full moon on Compass, but this time as the kick came around, his right leg suddenly left the ground so that Ryoga's whole body was horizontal with the ground, and twisting with the momentum.
Ranma spun around with a left footed thrust kick, that missed as Ryoga's attack's momentum pulled him away. Ryoga attempted to retaliate with a jumping kick with both legs, bringing them towards his rival's face. Ranma pulled back from the 'voodomorcego', and returned with his own variation of Ryoga's previous attack; his legs instead of together and his body twisting with the momentum, were splayed out in a scissor strike.
Ryoga ducked under the blow with an Angola style negavita; landing on his right side with his left leg stretched out, and both hands planted in front of his stomach with his torso horizontal with the ground. Ryoga turned forward onto his left side, lashing out with his right foot. Ranma evaded by performing a horizontal space walk, while Ryoga recovered with the same move in the same direction, at the song's second breakdown.
Akane and the rest of the students watched in awe. Ranma's technique was like water, absorbing and flowing around obstacles, while Ryoga was like an unstoppable juggernaut, plowing through any resistance. The students blinked as the fight suddenly began to carry them away from the sports field.
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Ryoga snapped his belt straight, then went into his Ginga dance, and spun. His motions swung the razor like belt twice into the pole.
"IF YOU WEREN'T SO HURT'N TO BE IN THE..." Ranma-chan shouted
"IF YOU WOULD FIGHT SERIOUSLY..." Akane cut in. Both were too preoccupied until they noticed the bicycle shed roof collapsing from under them.
Ranma sacrificed Ryoga's umbrella to guard themselves against the razor edged belt.
"LET ME GO!"
"YOU THINK I'M HOLDING YOU BECAUSE I WANT TO?" The sound of their landing was drowned out by Akane's slap to Ranma's face.
"If I'm such a nuisance, then... then..." The girl couldn't continue, and ran off.
"JOGO NOT DONE YET!" Ryoga cried out, launching with an overhead strike with his belt.
"Chill," Ranma-chan said with an almost calm voice, the party's mood was killed.
"Akane..." Ranma approached the other girl, "Hey, 'Kane-chan."
"You don't have to explain yourself. Because starting now, YOU AND I ARE STRANGERS!!!!"
Silence
"She's in shock?" Ranma ventured.
"What do you expect," one bystander commented. As the buzz went on, Ranma felt just the teensiest bit guilty.
"Feh, she didn't get an injury, did she?"
"No, but she sure got a bad cut!"
Silence once again
"That joke was an e-mission," Ryoga replied dryly.
Ranma ignored him, "Akane, if it'll cheer you up, smack me."
"You got a double dose of relief," Ryoga replied, pointing to his own cheek.
Akane walked off, perhaps feeling a bit better.
"Agreeable, isn't she?" Ryoga commented.
"Oh yeah," the redheaded girl replied.
"Kinda a tomboy."
"Definitely, sure is cute, though."
"Ay."
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Next; Shampoo
Oh, on a side note, all songs in this fic can be found on the Trance Action 1 CD, which you can order from www.watermusicrecords.com. If you ask me, I'll provide you with *low* bitrate MP3s (unless I'm feeling REALLY generous), because I sincerely think this CD is well worth it for anyone who likes trance music.
Ryoga
::Ryoga's theme:: 'Loving You' (original Mix) by Mindless
The bass pumped furiously from the speakers in the young man's backpack, directing the pace of his step. His gait had a carefree sway that that enhanced the way his torso and head bobbed in a one-two rhythm. The boy's brown pants flared out at the bottom, with a yellow strip running down teach side. His tank yellow tank top was taunt against his chest, allowing the ripple of muscles to play under it. Despite his seemingly jovial motions, Ryoga's face held an expression of seriousness with slight aloofness, as he attempted to read the map in his hand.
'WILD BOAR!"
"GRACIOUS!"
"WHAT'S THAT DURNED FOOL DOIN'?"
"LOOK OUT!!!!"
Ryoga was too concentrated on finding his way around; he couldn't heed the warnings given to him. In a fit of frustration, the lost boy grabbed a random farmer that happened to be running for his life, "Ey, bother me for a sec, tell me where Furinkan High is?" The panicked man tried vainly to shake the oblivious young man, but the steel grip he held would not give.
"YOU DANGED IDIOT!! THERE'S A WILD BOAR A' COM'N!!!!" The desperate man said in a heavy accent.
"That's nice, now I figure I'm here, so would I head here..." The farmer's eyes went wide, as it saw the large beast round the corner, and stare at the impudent humans that did not flee in terror. It ducked its head once, and scratched a hoof along the ground to test the traction.
"So, that a yes? I head east, or non?" Ryoga asked the frantic man before him, not hearing the gallop of 800 pounds of porcine fury.
"FOR LORDS SAKES! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!!" someone cried out, once the boar was upon the two standing in the middle of the street. Ryoga's swaying became more pronounced...
::WHAM!!!!::
"Ay, now there the Gunga!" Ryoga exclaimed, as he swayed behind the unconscious boar on a triangular step that threw his arms out to the directing he was stepping in. His right hand held the umbrella that was originally slung over the top of his book bag.
"That there kid took it that beast out in one blow," one villager said in awe.
"That boy must be one dem thar martial artists," another villager stated, impressed.
"Hey, you do them martial arts?"
Ryoga turned to the question, with a smirk on his face, "Si, Capoeirastylas is what I am."
"Kapu-ar-ra-ti-ra-s?" The villagers asked in unison.
"Got the time to point me to Furinkan High? Got a side bust to make..." Ryoga resheathed his umbrella, and stopped his Ginga dance in favor of his rhythmic bobbing of previous.
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Akane found herself at arms in trying to understand Ranma's technique. She had watched him consistently demolish Kuno in three fights since he had arrived, just by dancing. It just didn't make sense.
Well, Akane, the greatest martial artist in Nerima, will prove the flaws in the style.
As soon as Ranma stands still.
"FIGHT BACK!" Akane shouted over the boom box in the Dojo. The techno beat was no less irritating than the fleet footed fiancée in front of her; it was almost as if he was dancing while she wasn't even there.
"Why? Dancing's more fun," Ranma replied cheerfully, bobbing his head out of the way of a roundhouse kick, and then twisting his chest from a one-two punch combination.
"But you're supposed to be SPARRING!"
"Huh, oh, sorry about that," Akane gasped, and managed to successfully guard against Ranma's retaliatory strikes. Akane smirked at her success, and threw another combination of attacks at Ranma. Ranma frowned a bit as he weaved around the attacks, and returned his own, forcing Akane to guard against them.
"Better?"
"I don't see what's so great about your technique," Akane challenged, attacking with barely contained fury.
"Are you always so competitive?" Ranma asked, dancing out of the way of his sparring partner's attacks as if they weren't there.
"I'm not that competitive, HAI-YA!"
"Hmm, a competitive Tomboy," Ranma retorted with mirth, snaking around Akane's leg, and attempting a few more strikes, pressing his advantage.
"I'm going to make you eat those words!" Akane replied frantically blocking Ranma's returns.
"It's also not good to be so mad all the time, causes wrinkles."
"Why, you, you..."
"My technique is has a lot going for it, you just don't understand it," Ranma replied seriously, cutting the other girl off."
"Huh?"
"It would take me a while to teach you the basics, but I think you're coming along fine," Ranma said with a smirk.
"HA! As if I'm gonna learn some stupid dancing moves!"
Ranma didn't reply, but kept on dancing."
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Aren't you going to say something?" Akane was expecting some lame retort from the jerk, not silence.
"Uh, how about," Ranma pondered what to say to Akane, "hmm, how's this, 'you're pretty good on your feet, you know'?"
"Well I practiced footwork a..." Akane stopped dancing along with Ranma to the trance music, and growled.
"With moves like that, how about we hit a Rave sometime?" Ranma chuckled as he removed his arms from around Akane's waist. He danced over to the portable stereo, and turned it off, "What did I tell ya? Wasn't dancing much more fun than trying to beat the crap out of each other?
The pigtailed boy whistled as he left the dojo occupied with only a violently glowing raven-haired girl.
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"Fur-in-kan High..."
"GET BACK HERE, YOU!"
"Oh, comon, 'Kane-chan, you know you liked it." Ranma called back with a jovial tone.
"Man, that Ranma kid's brave." One student commented
"I think Akane protests too much. How can she not want the arms of such a gorgeous hunk around her?"
"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TELL THE WHOLE SCHOOL!"
Ranma pouted as he leapt into the air, "But I just wanted to share... huh?" Ranma twisted himself to avoid the umbrella descending upon him.
"Hello, Ranma," the boy wearing a dark brown and yellow capoeirastylas outfit greeted from the newly formed pit. With finesse, he back flipped out of it to the opposite side of Ranma.
"Still like the scared rabbit, ey, Ranma?"
"You know him?" Akane asked, eyeing the damage the newcomer did to the school walkway.
Ranma put all his ability to ponder the question to the fore, "Tahiti, right? At the Kali Bash!"
"Eh, never made it to the Kali Bash," The other young man.
"Rainman Rave! Korea!!!"
"What year?" the bandanna clad boy enquired.
"Uh, '98?"
"Wasn't scene'n till '99" The fanged young man replied in an irritated tone, "Just answer me this, why did you run out on our fight?"
"Hold a sec, RYOGA? HEY! How's the skillz?"
"ANSWER THE QUESTION!" Ryoga shouted; his frustration mounted to the overflow.
"I held out for three days, kid..." Ranma replied guilelessly.
"Three days?" Akane repeated with incredulousness.
"Ay, and I would have got you on the forth day, if you didn't run away."
"Why did it take you four days to get five hundred yards from your crib?"
"YOU THINK I WAS OUT FOR A LEASURE? I WAS HURT'N TO MEET YOU!" Ryoga quieted his voice before continuing, "Breaking a vow between men... AND RUNNING TO CHINA WITH YOUR FATHER!"
"HEY! P.L.U.R.!" Ranma shouted, sliding out of range of the umbrella swing.
"I'LL GIVE YOU P.L.U.R.!" Ryoga bellowed, "I'm gonna beat you to PEACES, then I'm going to LOVE tearing you limb from limb, and I'll give UNITY to the broken parts out of RESPECT for the dead!"
"Witty," Ranma commented with a smirk.
"STAND STILL SO I MAY GET MY REVENGE!" Ranma swerved to the side almost bonelessly out of the way of the spinning umbrella, and then rolled his body out of the way of its return.
"For my ails, I'm gonna destroy your happiness." Ryoga proclaimed, catching his umbrella.
"My happiness?" Ranma mused, "Am I happy?"
"So happy I think you're high on something," Akane retorted. Ranma shrugged and continued smiling.
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"These are all past the 'Sell by' date!"
"Well, you *did* keep the party cold," Ranma replied, irritated.
Ryoga tossed the bread away, and turned on the stereo in his book bag."
"Huh? I know this beat! 'Loving You'! Sweet rhythm!" Ranma began to bob his head to the beat.
Ryoga smirked as he pulled swung his umbrella to the side, and began his swaying dance, "Beware, Ranma, I'm no longer limited to my skills of Kempo. I am a true Capoeirastylas with the Christian' name; Vadier de Caos', 'The Wander of Chaos', for my style is like a storm that leads to unpredictability."
"They probably named you that cause you kept getting lost," Ranma retorted dryly.
"Hmph, it matters not the roda," Ryoga suddenly spun to his right at Ranma, "LE'S JOGAR!" Ryoga struck out with an 'armada' roundhouse kick with the right leg. Ranma swayed to his left under Ryoga's kick, and planted his left hand down with his left leg bent completely at the knee and his toe braced on the ground.
As Ryoga's right foot landed on the ground into back position, Ranma swung his right foot across to Ryoga's ankle to trip him. The lost boy evaded by leaping somersaulting sideways to his left, and back off into his Ginga Dance.
"That not be Capoeira," Ryoga stated with curiosity.
"Na, Saotome School of anything Goes Rhythmer's Fist," Ranma boasted, dancing almost euphorically to the beats from Ryoga's 'boom bag'.
"Wow, they're amazing," Akane voiced from the sides. Akane had heard about Capoeira, but never had been able to witness it. It was like watching a Wushu performance with power gymnastics all rolled in one. She idly wondered if Ranma's so called 'Rhythmer's Fist' would stack up to it.
Ryoga nodded, and suddenly moved in, swinging his left arm in a horizontal arc, his hand cupped for a 'galopante' strike to Ranma's right ear. The pigtailed boy ducked the blow, and started to sea walk backwards out of range.
Ryoga would not have that, as he brought his right hand to play, which was holding the umbrella, and swung it at Ranma's head. Ranma wormed to his left under the umbrella, and delivered a right-legged thrust kick towards his opponent.
Ryoga spun to his left out of range of the kick, and planted his right hand onto the ground with the umbrella lying flat, while his left leg went into a 'meia lua de compasso' roundhouse that caught Ranma by surprise. The pigtailed boy brought his left arm up to deflect it over his head, allowing it to continue it's momentum, and took a part of it to spin to his right on planted right foot, swinging his left leg low.
The lost boy barely recovered in time for Ranma's standing sweep to miss his face, and as soon as his left foot hit the back position, Ryoga dropped into a regional style 'negavita', his right leg straight with the heal on the ground, with his left leg bent and his left heal touching his butt, while his torso was straight in almost sitting position with his right hand bracing the ground. Ryoga gained some space from Ranma by switching legs and hands in the negavita, which pulled him away from his opponent, causing Ranma's back flip landing to miss it's target.
The fanged boy torqued his torso to his left, and swung his right leg from under him 'rasteria' crescent kick from the ground. Ranma was still facing away from Ryoga, but leapt straight up into the splits, allowing the retaliatory attack to pass under him.
Before he hoped Ranma could recover, Ryoga performed a 'macaco' backwards monkey flip, and while inverted, threw his umbrella like a javelin at his nemesis.
Ranma landed just in time to turn to the side, and go into the front splits, ducking under the projectile.
Both recovered as the music from Ryoga's stereo went into breakdown, "Ay, not half bad, Ranma." Ryoga commented with begrudging respect, as he swayed in his Ginga dance.
"Can't say I danced so hard in a while," Ranma replied with a smirk, starting to seemingly randomly step to his own beat rhythm.
"Then how 'bout we amp it some?" Ryoga's eyes got a confident gleam to them.
"It's about time we started going off," Ranma's eyes matched Ryoga's.
Ryoga grinned ferally, and suddenly shifted forward, planting his right hand on the ground and his left foot back, landing him in a runner's sprint. He suddenly swung the left leg back, and kicked up his right leg before the left leg connected with it, starting himself into 'gymnastics', which looked as if he were on a gymnastics pummel horse.
Ranma's seemingly random stepping became wider and almost chaotic, before he all of a sudden dropped to the ground and began to dance in a Break dancer's 'six step'; landing on the ground in a crabwalk position, swinging his right leg shin over his left leg's shin, then swinging his left leg back so that it was positioned like a sprinter's stretch as he lifted his left arm out of it's way, and swung his right leg around under him in a continued motion to bring him to squatting with both hands braced in front of him. He continued it by swinging his left leg around to the front, bent at the knee, and then brought his right leg behind it, crossing them at the shins. Ranma uncrossed his legs ending back up in a crab position.
"But Ryoga swings this with one hand!" Akane exclaimed to herself, "RANMA, DON'T..." Akane's voice caught in her throat, like everyone else as they witnessed the two martial artists perform feats of skill, What was more impressive what the massive battle auras they were building up, that seemed to begin to overwhelm Akane from where she was.
"Kami..." Nabiki managed to squawk out in awe.
Ryoga continued his Capoeira routine, building up his power to begin anew with the pigtailed boy. Ranma kept going in his tricky stepping skills, varying things for style and finesse. Their aura levels built up as the music slowly built back up. And then, the music exploded back into orgy of bass and tempo.
Ryoga planted his right hand and swung his left foot out once again for a meia lua de compasso, And Ranma spun forward into an Adidas windmill. Their kicks collided; Ryoga's furiously forcing itself through, as Ranma's redirected the other attack.
Ranma pushed himself into a handstand, and hand sprung away, as Ryoga went into another left footed Full moon on Compass, but this time as the kick came around, his right leg suddenly left the ground so that Ryoga's whole body was horizontal with the ground, and twisting with the momentum.
Ranma spun around with a left footed thrust kick, that missed as Ryoga's attack's momentum pulled him away. Ryoga attempted to retaliate with a jumping kick with both legs, bringing them towards his rival's face. Ranma pulled back from the 'voodomorcego', and returned with his own variation of Ryoga's previous attack; his legs instead of together and his body twisting with the momentum, were splayed out in a scissor strike.
Ryoga ducked under the blow with an Angola style negavita; landing on his right side with his left leg stretched out, and both hands planted in front of his stomach with his torso horizontal with the ground. Ryoga turned forward onto his left side, lashing out with his right foot. Ranma evaded by performing a horizontal space walk, while Ryoga recovered with the same move in the same direction, at the song's second breakdown.
Akane and the rest of the students watched in awe. Ranma's technique was like water, absorbing and flowing around obstacles, while Ryoga was like an unstoppable juggernaut, plowing through any resistance. The students blinked as the fight suddenly began to carry them away from the sports field.
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Ryoga snapped his belt straight, then went into his Ginga dance, and spun. His motions swung the razor like belt twice into the pole.
"IF YOU WEREN'T SO HURT'N TO BE IN THE..." Ranma-chan shouted
"IF YOU WOULD FIGHT SERIOUSLY..." Akane cut in. Both were too preoccupied until they noticed the bicycle shed roof collapsing from under them.
Ranma sacrificed Ryoga's umbrella to guard themselves against the razor edged belt.
"LET ME GO!"
"YOU THINK I'M HOLDING YOU BECAUSE I WANT TO?" The sound of their landing was drowned out by Akane's slap to Ranma's face.
"If I'm such a nuisance, then... then..." The girl couldn't continue, and ran off.
"JOGO NOT DONE YET!" Ryoga cried out, launching with an overhead strike with his belt.
"Chill," Ranma-chan said with an almost calm voice, the party's mood was killed.
"Akane..." Ranma approached the other girl, "Hey, 'Kane-chan."
"You don't have to explain yourself. Because starting now, YOU AND I ARE STRANGERS!!!!"
Silence
"She's in shock?" Ranma ventured.
"What do you expect," one bystander commented. As the buzz went on, Ranma felt just the teensiest bit guilty.
"Feh, she didn't get an injury, did she?"
"No, but she sure got a bad cut!"
Silence once again
"That joke was an e-mission," Ryoga replied dryly.
Ranma ignored him, "Akane, if it'll cheer you up, smack me."
"You got a double dose of relief," Ryoga replied, pointing to his own cheek.
Akane walked off, perhaps feeling a bit better.
"Agreeable, isn't she?" Ryoga commented.
"Oh yeah," the redheaded girl replied.
"Kinda a tomboy."
"Definitely, sure is cute, though."
"Ay."
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Next; Shampoo
Oh, on a side note, all songs in this fic can be found on the Trance Action 1 CD, which you can order from www.watermusicrecords.com. If you ask me, I'll provide you with *low* bitrate MP3s (unless I'm feeling REALLY generous), because I sincerely think this CD is well worth it for anyone who likes trance music.