He effortlessly slipped phantom-like within his
opponent's reach.  Ranma 
lunged forward with twin spear-hands of his own. 
Metal-strong flesh of 
before parted like paper.  Both hands plunged deep
into the creature's 
chest.
	Geimon Tetsusen Shi, he told himself.
	With a fierce kiai he threw his arms wide, as he
kicked forward with all 
his strength.  In an explosion of blood and gore, the
body in front of him 
ripped asunder, and spraying chunks of torso were
thrown in a wide arc 
across the hall.  He stepped down and through the
expanding crimson cloud.
	Mouko Kaimon Ha.

That's gona to leave a mark.

	Ranma grabbed hold of that tenuous, flickering anger,
and shielded it with 
his waning will.  He stoked the flame with his
memories, his fears, 
frustrations, loss.  He stared deep into his rage and
suddenly understood 
that beyond it seethed and roiled broad expanses of
yet untapped power.  It 
was a source only fleetingly touched upon once, and
the residual fear he 
carried from that earlier encounter momentarily
threatened his resolve.  
Bonds tightened; a girl screamed; a father's words
resonated deeply.
	With no further hesitation, the martial artist passed
through his own fire 
and immersed himself fully in what lay on the other
side.  He didn't 
remember much of what happened after that.

No!!!! Your a evil, end the chapter there. Now I'm
going to spend 6 month(or later, depend on how fast
you write.) wandering what's going to happen!!!

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