In the mountains not too far off from Nerima, in a place none too far from the chaos but far enough that it rarely touched the grounds, two rivals clashed fists. Ranma's movement cut through the air, undisturbed as he slipped past, while every swing from Ryoga caused the air to vibrate.
It was a meeting much like any other: Ryoga had gone on a training trip and had improved his capabilities 10-fold, having gone back to his roots of chi-infused bandanas, while Ranma struggled and tried to figure the trick to flip the entire situation on its head. Not only had Ryoga's chi control become even stronger since learning the Shishi Hōkōdan, but he learned to infuse his chi in such a way through bandanas themselves could trigger the Breaking Point.
"Give it up, Ranma!" Ryoga roared, sending out another flurry of bandanas flying towards Ranma. "Even if you dodge, you can't come out of this unscathed!"
"Shove it, pig! Stop hidin' behind your tricks and face me already," Ranma said as he deftly flipped backward, pushing off the dirt mountain into the rain. Ranma grit his teeth as he narrowly dodged the flurry, twisting his body mid-air by the slightest of seconds. It was all for naught, however, as the bandanas simply caused the stone below to explode, causing shrapnel to scatter into the air and pelt Ranma over and over again.
Ranma was no weakling and was able to take most of Ryogas blows head-on, but he lacked the durability and blind resistance to pain the bandana boy had. He was being worn down and he knew it.
The two weren't so different at first. Ryoga was always just a bit slower since their time in school together. Even though Ryoga caught up quickly through his own style, Ranma naturally found the best way to deal with him was to just be faster. Since Ranma kept getting faster Ryoga doubled down on strength training, hoping that every blow—when he did eventually manage to land one—would be the one to take the pigtailed boy one. It was a small difference at first but caused their paths to rapidly diverge.
Ranma was fast and skilled.
Ryoga was strong and tough.
That was simply truth.
Ranma, in all his skill, had mastered a handful of techniques to help him in battle. One of which, the Hiryū Shōten Ha, required him to spiral around and direct the flow of ki in a spiral. If he could land it, the battle was his. Ryoga, being greatly aware of this technique, had done his best to disrupt the flow. His newly codified Hibiki Style was about disruption. Much like a shotgun, he peppered the space around him and made it hell to fight on. The ground was covered in holes and shrapnel that only he alone could handle and traverse.
"This is it, Ranma," Ryoga said, a fanged grin resting on his lips. He twirled a handful of bandanas through his fingers. "I've been in your shadow long enough. Always beneath you like some yapping puppy," Ryoga said. "Well no more! You'll admit I'm stronger! Akane will be mine!"
"Fat chance in hell bacon brains," Ranma taunted, wiping the sweat off his forehead with an arm. "You've learned some new tricks but that's all they are: tricks! I'll figure em out like I always do, and you'll go off into the mountains to train and then you'll be back. Rinse and repeat." Ranma straightened his back, his guard seemingly completely exposed.
"Though I'll admit," Ranma said, "you're at least giving me a workout this time. Your last move was kind of a stinker." Ranma scratched his head, trying to remember. "Only worked if you were around bamboo. The bamboo flop?"
"It was," Ryoga growled, pressing his hands together, the bundle of bandanas being smashed together. "The Bamboo Snap!" Suddenly he whipped his arm back and flung it forward. Rather than a flurry of bandanas, a single straight lash of interlocking cloth, much like the tail of a scorpion, whipped out towards Ranma at high speed.
Ranma jumped backward only seconds before it struck the ground below him. Suddenly the ground exploded in not only stone, but a spray of water, Ryoga having struck some underground well of water.
"Ryoga you little-!" Ranma cried out in an octave higher, blocking her face from the water with her arms as if that would have stopped the transformation that had already taken place.
Ryoga wasn't done with his assault, however. The bandana-clad boy twisted his wrist and suddenly the lash unfurled into a number of bandanas that flew up into the sky towards Ranma. Ranma could hear the whipping blades like buzzsaws and moved her arms in front of her despite her lack of vision.
"Double Mōko Takabisha!" Ranma yelled as two bright yellow blasts of energy exploded out in front of her, stopping the bandanas in their place. The spray of water had also ceased and Ranma whipped her head back and forth, scanning her surroundings for any trace of Ryoga.
"Over here, Ranma!" A cry from above caught Ranma's attention. Ranma was already mid-air, having dodged bandanas, and taken a spray of water to the face. Ryoga was well above her, already whipping out yet another volley.
"Don't you ever run out of those!?" Ranma yelped in protest.
"Because of you Ranma," Ryoga growled as bandanas flew out over and over from his hands, "my bank account has been helllllll!"
Ranma twisted as much as she possibly could but being mid-air, having used up all her momentum earlier, while also having to completely readjust, Ranma had seemingly used up all her luck. Two bandanas caught her by the wrists, wrapping around them tightly. Ryoga, heavy as a rock, used this moment to close the distance. He reached up and tied the bandanas together to form crude yet powerful handcuffs.
"This is the end! It's my victoryyyyyy!" Ryoga yelled as he reared back his right fist, keeping his left wrapped around Ranma's bandana-cuffs, and slammed it into Ranmas stomach just as the two slammed into the ground below.
The force of gravity, the terrible position, and the force of Ryoga's own blow completely took the wind and strength out of Ranma. It took literally every ounce of willpower to not immediately pass out. If she had, she would have been completely lost as to what happened next.
Ryoga panted heavily, sweat dripping off his face, as he sat, practically straddling over Ranma. He reared back, throwing his hands into the air.
"I did it! I did it! I beat him fair and square! Finally! Akane-! I actually- huh?" Ryoga suddenly heard an extremely large crack. He looked around to find all the bandanas from earlier piercing the ground in a circle around the two. Large cracks appeared on the ground and suddenly, without even a moment to react, the two were quickly surrounded in darkness.
"Ryoga... ...you... dumbass..." Ranma said weakly as she slipped into the unconscious, her last sight being Ryoga wrapping himself around her, enveloping her body in warmth.
It was dark. More than dark. To call it simply dark suggested one could see the depth of its darkness; that is, it suggested that you had enough light to tell it was dark from the shadows. In truth, when Ranma opened her eyes she couldn't tell they were opened at all. The darkness behind closed eyes and those opened were one and the same. It was so seamless that Ranma closed and opened her eyes several times just to check she opened them at all.
Aside from the dark, Ranma noted several things: (1) wherever she was, it was small and rocky, (2) her hands were still bound by Ryoga's bandanas and held up above her head by some kind of weight, and (3) there was a pressure, a soft weight tightly pressed against her... mound. Ranma tried not to think about the last point but the first two were extremely pressing. Well, not as pressing as the third point was pressing, but pressing nonetheless.
Ranma tried to shift, but then that pressure dug into her private parts and she was forced to quickly stop.
"Alright," Ranma said, more to herself than anyone else, "wherever I am it's small. It's cramped... and I can't see squat." She noted that despite the rocky texture on her back, there was little to no echo. It means that wherever she was, it was enclosed. Small.
She shifted left and right and could feel there were stones and impressions of rock all around her. Ranma was likely trapped under a large amount of rubble. The only thing missing was the presence of stony pressure directly on top of her.
So either she had somehow slipped into a small burrow or something was above her and blocking-
At that moment Ranma heard the faintest of breaths just above her. It was an exhale, small and short, just inches from her face. Ranma's eyes widened.
"Hey Ryoga," said Ranma, as she tried to wiggle again only for that DAMNED spot to be rubbed again. She let out a soft breath. "Are you awake? Wake up, man." Ryoga didn't respond. Ranma tried to raise her head and bumped, quite gently, against what she could only assume was his nose.
"For the love of— you thick oaf," Ranma said, scoffing for no one but herself. "Only you could sleep through something major like this."
"When you wake up I'm going to be really pissed, you know."
"Stupid."
Despite Ranma's remarks, not once did Ryoga respond. Instead, there was nothing. No creatures. No wind. No echo. Nothing. Every once in a while there was a shift in stone, a rock dropping somewhere in the distance muffled by other rocks in the way. All Ranma was left with were her thoughts... as well as the pressure digging deep against her pussy.
Ranma shifted back and forth a lot for a little while, hoping to either escape her position or at least shift her hips so it wasn't so... DEEP against her. Every shift, however, simply failed and Ranma was left feeling... frustrated at her predicament. Yes. Her predicament of course.
With not much else to do, Ranma was left alone to their thoughts. It wouldn't be too bad, of course. How long could she be stuck in here anyways?
