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I am using them without permission, hopefully for the purpose of
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I have almost no money.
C&C is appreciated, you can contact me at brenda02@sprynet.com. And if you
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Ranma three and a half eyes
Chapter 4
by Brendan O�Donnell
Ranma stood in a clearing surrounded by eight ward covered boulders.
Only
his third eye was open. He gestured and a bolder began to rise in the air.
Shifting his hand slightly, he caused the other bolders to rise level with
the first. They began to slowly move in a circle around him. He turned his
head, focused his third eye, and the wards on one bolder burst into flame.
Then another set of wards, then two more sets, and then all the rest. Ranma
droped his hands and the bolders fell back to the ground. He turned and
looked at his mother who was contemplating another ward covered bolder.
�Good, you defeated those spells without triggering this one.� Nodoka
said
with a smile. �I have to admit that I didn�t expect you to improve this
fast. Your father hasn�t tried to teach you any magic before this has he?�
Her smile changed into a frown.
�Untill I went to Jusenkyo I wasn�t sure there was such a thing as
magic.�
�Good. He did promise me that.� She looked off in the direction of
Nerima. �You�re still nowhere near mastering your full abilities, but you�
ve learned what I can teach you as I am now. We just have to hope that you�
ll be able to teach yourself enough to be ready for what�s coming.�
�What is coming?�
�I wish I knew.�
Genma shifted the strap of his backpack and raised one hand to shade his
eyes as he contemplated the two mountain peaks with the sun shining between
them. �Yeah, it�s up there.� He shook his head and sighed.
�The Tendo Dojo. Right where you wanted to be right?�
�Thanks. Not that I couldn�t have found it on my own of course.�
�Uh huh,� The woman responded, her eyes half closed.
There was a loud, slightly wrong sounding scream from the Dojo behind
the
house.
�Akane!� Ryouga jumped over the wall and landed in the Tendo Yard. He
ran
into the Dojo, smashing the door to splinters rather than slow to open it.
As he entered he froze.
Akane was at the back of the Dojo, her torn Gi liberally soaked in the
blood that was pouring from the many cuts he could see. In front of her
stood Shampoo, both hands on the hilt of the two edged longsword that was
struck through Akane�s chest to pin her to the wall like an insect in a
collection.
�AAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!� Ryouga screamed as he charged at Shampoo.
Shampoo turned just in time to raise her hands against a punch that was
practically burning from the power it contained. Drawing on every lesson
she dispersed it�s force through her, leting it�s power be expended throwing
her against the wall, and into the wall shatering the boards it was made of.
She pulled herself to her feet, then jumped away from Ryouga�s followup
attack. �Lost boy stop! Shampoo no hurt Akane!�
Ryouga growled in response, and continued his attack.
*Not good!* Shampoo thought as she dodged for all she was worth.
Akane blinked and looked around the Dojo. �Ryo. . .� she started as she
felt the blood in her lungs cloging her larynx. Glancing down at Shampoo�s
sword, she raised one hand to grab hold of it by the blade just in front of
where it entered her body. With a slight grunt she pushed herself foreward,
pulling the rest of the sword out of the wall.
Looking back at the fight, she saw Shampoo almost stumble on a section
of
the floor that had been shattered by one of Ryouga�s earlier punches. The
momentary distraction enabled Ryouga to connect with a jab which grazed
Shampoo�s right shoulder knocking her the ground rolling to the side of the
Dojo. Ryouga leaped in pursuit.
Rushing foreward, Akane grabed Ryouga�s arm as he drew it back for a
descending stike. �Ryouga Stop!� She yelled, ignoring the sloshing
snsation at the back of her throat.
Ryouga spun, fists raised, his face burning with Rage. �DON�T
INTERFERE!
She. . .� Ryouga froze, looking at Akane.
�I�m fine,� Akane started, then paused to cough. Glancing at the blood
she
had just coughed up, she looked down at the sword still stuck through her
chest. �Just a second,� She mutttered, grabing the sword by the blade and
pushing it foreward eight inches. She shifted her grip and pulled once
again, this time pulling the entire blade out of her. �Don�t worry Ryouga,
I�ll be fine in a few minuites.�
Ryouga looked at her.
Akane frowned, looking at Ryouga. She raised a hand to wave in front of
his face, with no response. Loosly clenching her hand, she turned it to
gently knock on Ryouga�s forehead. �Ryouga?�
Ryouga�s eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed onto the floor.
�Ouch, lost boy hit hard,� Shampoo commented as she walked over to
Akane,
her left hand gently probing her shoulder. �Grazing strike not break bone
but came close.�
�Considering how it looked I think I understand,� Akane commented, the
watery quality fading from it as the blood drained from her nearly restored
lungs.
Shampoo looked at Akane. With a cry she moved foreward, slamming a fast
elbow strike into the rapidly fading wound in Akane�s chest. Akane
staggered backward three steps into a defensive stance, and raised her
hands. �Are you sure you want to continue?�
Shampoo grinned. �Not-living not only ones who need fight when hurt.�