A cute, busty, red head eyed her opponent, missing nothing, ready to attack at a moments notice.
Bystanders could almost swear to hearing the soft haunting theme to The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
playing in the background.

This was Ranma Saotome, heir to the Saotome school of Anything Goes martial arts, a very manly man,
cursed to be a girl with cold water. When it came to the art, he was the best. Ranma Saotome didn't
lose. He had defeated Herb, prince of the Musk dynasty. He had killed Saffron (temporarily), god of
the phoenix tribe. If Cologne pissed him off enough, he might try for a Jusenkyo trifecta of defeated
opponents. Though to be honest, it wasn't a fight he'd look forward to.

Thankfully, that seemed to be a very small possibility. The Amazons as a whole had decided to
back the hell off after the whole Saffron thing, Shampoo and the failed wedding not withstanding.
That hadn't been sanctioned, and Cologne had been less than impressed with Shampoo over that.

Shaking her head Ranma brought her attention back to her opponent, for once, a weapon in hand, and
got ready to attack. This was a death match, one she had no problems with in this instance. She didn't
lose, and her opponent would know it's folly for challenging that fact! The attack commenced, her
enemy falling before her vicious onslaught, spoon flashing, the triple scoop ice cream fudge sundae
met it's grisly predestined demise.

And the cows wept bitter tears.

Savouring her tasty victory, she left the ice cream parlor and leisurely headed to the nearest park.
Practice waited for no man, and it wouldn't do itself. He needed to do speed training for his girl side
anyway. It also wasn't exactly mentally challenging, he could pretty much do it on auto pilot.
That left a lot of time to think and contemplate. Things like new moves, old moves, the rivals, the
fiancees, and nachos. Yep nachos were definitely in order for lunch tomorrow.

His mother had been at that idiotic failed wedding. She'd very nearly been hurt and he hadn't been
pleased. The other fiancees found that while not violent, he could indeed hold a grudge. The rivals, now
that was different. His rivals had once again attacked him a few days later, and he had demonstrated his
unhappiness, complete with running commentary on why he was displeased with their conduct, as he beat
them into unconsciousness. A little excessive, but it was his mother. So the screws upstairs weren't as
torqued down as they should be, she was still his mom. Before the training trip it was her that sang him
to sleep, and treated skinned knees and the like. He loved her. The rivals now knew NOT to aim attacks
in her general direction, though it took some waxing poetic for Kuno to get it. He felt so dirty after
that.

Shampoo was still trying for him, but now it was on her own. At least she stopped landing on him with
that damned bike. Of course that may have been due to him throwing sticks into the spokes as she rode
off afterwards. It was a prick thing to do, but using him as a landing strip wasn't exactly nice either,
and he'd been mad at the time. Negative reinforcment is a wonderful thing.

Ukyo still tried, but seemed to understand he honestly needed a friend more than a fiancee, it was
more an honor thing with her now. She needed to be seen trying at least. He was a fair cook, but it
wasn't his end all and be all, and never would be. Most of her fantasies featured a happy couple, running
the restaurant and such, and it just wasn't him. If you have to change someone to love them, then you
don't love them, you love the dream. She wasn't happy about it, but she understood it.

Akane, what could he say about the tomboy. Yeah he loved her, he could admit it in the quiet of his
mind. Where no stupid idiot panda, or human fountain could hear. He was pretty sure she loved him too,
somewhere in the back of her mind. Sounds simple, but it wasn't. Regardless of love, he was honestly
pretty sure that he didn't LIKE her, and that the reverse was true too.

Sure she was cute, but she was usually angry, kinda bitchy and rather spoiled. No one was perfect, he was
crass, uneducated, and arrogant as all hell, and he knew it. They were both bullheaded, but he was never
allowed to let it impede his learning of the art. Trying that when he was younger led to beatings from the
fat man. The method sucked, but he learned to take advice. Mr. Tendo had been to soft to teach her the same.

They rubbed each other the wrong way, and anyone with two brain cells to rub together knew a marriage
just wasn't going to work. Without the whole fiancee thing, they probably could at least be friends.
As it was at the moment, they were working towards pleasant acquaintances.

The Kunos were still crazy as all hell, but everyone knows crazy people don't count.

Ranma's musings were cut short as the the clearing she was practicing in was filled with a pink sparkling
mist. Her vision going black, the last thing she saw was a floating clawed thing, in a gold mask and a robe
that oddly looked a lot like a bed sheet. Sleeping spells and chemicals make for strange final thoughts.

Oblivious to her less than flattering thoughts about his magnificent attire, Alhazad looked at his new
test subject. He had sensed power and of course followed it to it's source. It was a short, busty, red head.
A powerful red head. First Harken, now this young lady, he was starting to sense a pattern here. Harken, that
thought gave him pause. Could he recreate that experiment in this new world, with new circumstances, and get
a different outcome? Perhaps build on the old?

And ahh such power already! This would not be a normal disposable experiment, NO! Like Lady Harken, this
girl would become one of his true masterpieces. A being with no master, more powerful then himself, and
without peer! He would unleash her upon this new world, and watch from afar what she made of the new life
he would give her. Would she conquer, protect, or destroy? Would she be indifferent, seeking a normal
human life? Or search out honourable battle like her predecessor? The possible outcomes were varied,
perhaps he should repeat this experiment on a myriad of different worlds to see them all first hand.

With these thoughts, Alhazad and an unconscious red haired girl faded from the park.