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Authour's Note: This scene is a naration. Bold is voice over. Italics is what is being seen. For anyone familiar with Hostile Waters, think the combat video with Ransom.
I was trained to be the best.
Ranma, about thirty years old, is seen charging several men. His opponents are armed with assault rifles and combat knives. He has some kind of body armour.
I was always struggling to be the one who always came out on top.
Several of his opponents stop and begin to fire at him. Ranma dodges most of the rounds, some deflect off of hardened plated on his limbs, others are absorbed into the thickly woven cloth on his torso. He dives right in.
And you know what? I was. I was the best.
Ranma is seen throwing punches, kicks, and opponents about. In no more than five seconds his half a dozen assailants are all unconscious.
But then the world changed. Suddenly, they didn't need anyone to be the best.
Several soldiers come from behind Ranma and surround him. They are wearing uniforms that are almost identical to his own. Their weapons are raised to his chest. One of them is holding a pistol and is talking, but there is no sound from his voice.
They said that the fighting had to stop. That what I did wasn't needed anymore. They wanted me to give up everything I had trained, struggled, been tortured, and fought for.
The scene zooms in on Ranma, showing his head bowed, his fists clenched, his body beginning to shake.
Was I going to just give up everything I was for them?
Ranma looks up, fierce determination and defiance in his eyes.
Hell no.
Ranma begins to fight the soldiers surrounding him, starting with a punch to the face of the officer who had been talking.
I wasn't about to just give up and lie down like some good little dog on their say so. I wasn't about to just have them dictate my life for me. I wasn't going to just lose everything I had trained for in the past twenty-five years.
All too quickly, the fight is over. Ranma stands in the middle of two piles of bodies, all unconscious, all breathing. He spits on the officer after throwing him on top of the soldiers that had tried to take him prisoner.
I'm Ranma Saotome, and I don't lose.