** Small Bar, Mexico City's outskirts, Mexico **

T.Hawk outstretched his massive arms to his sides, opening his hands, his hands in a chopping motion, this being his unique thunderfoot clan's fighting style. His dark eyes fix at Balrog, a small scowl adorning his lips.

Balrog hops lightly on his feet, tapping his fists together lightly. "Ya ready to live a world of pain foo'?" Balrog asks while taking a few tests punches.

T.Hawk answers his words by turning around and aiming his huge boot at Balrog's face. Balrog crosses his arms and blocks "Now ya talkin' punk...lets dance" Balrog says and grins lightly.

T.Hawk's eyes narrow as he chops his hand toward Balrog; the boxer ducks under the fast blow and rises while swinging his fist. T.Hawk in his chopping motion swings his opposite hand and deflects Balrog's retaliation uppercut.

As it does T.Hawk continues the motion more and lifts his knee, Balrog grunts as it rams into his ribcage and sends him reeling sideways. T.Hawk then hmphs and leaps while bringing both hands down in a two handed chopping motion.

Balrog sees this coming and takes a small leap, and dodges the blow by moving backwards. T.Hawk's hands ram against the ground with a thud, cracking the wooden texture slightly. Then Balrog comes dashing forward with a dashing punch.

T.Hawk's head snaps back and the momentum and power of the boxer's awesome arms sends him off his feet and 2 feet away, crashing into a table. The wood cracks and shatters under T.Hawk's 7'5 frame.

Balrog snickers and taps his fists together as T.Hawk lifts himself to his feet, his eyes showing his displeasure "How'd ya like that Redskin, havin' fun yet?" Balrog asks and chuckles.

T.Hawk doesn't answer and his eyes darken at Balrog's words as he resumes his stance. Balrog decides it's his turn to attack. He lunges forward and aims a fist at the Indian's abdomen.

As T.Hawk block by deflecting it with his forearm Balrog doesn't relent his offense and aims one at T.Hawk's face with crushing force and speed. T.Hawk grunts slightly and steps back. "Powerful strength, speed, yet pitiful defense, this I must exploit" T.Hawk thinks.

Balrog then steps back and twists slightly, thrusting his chi into his legs and fist before sprinting forward, his fist aiming at the Indian's face, but what he previously aimed at is no longer there as T.Hawk ducks under the blow.

Balrog's fist whistles over T.Hawk's head and then the Indian rises upwards, moving toward Balrog while looking down. Balrog's head snaps back and he's forced off the ground as T.Hawk's rising head butt dubbed the "Tomahawk Buster" slams into his jaw forcefully.

Balrog bites his tongue, and soon blood fills his mouth cavity and oozes out of a cut on his tongue. He swallows the blood, grimacing at the iron filled taste and rises to his feet.

T.Hawk doesn't relent as he spins around and kicks Balrog's face with a spinning roundhouse. Balrog's head is whipped sideways and the massive momentum of the Indian's titanic limb sends him spiraling and crashing onto the ground.

Balrog grunts and Sees T.Hawk jump and stretch himself in midair, most probably to execute a body slam, Balrog rises to his knees and grins.

"You're strong Hawk, but It'll take a lot more to knock me out...time to let ya taste what got me suspended from wrestling..." he thinks as he leaps upwards and rams his forehead into T.Hawk's jaw.

T.Hawk's sent off his momentum and his teeth rattle at the blow. He's then forced to flip back and spins around ungracefully in midair before crashing heavily unto the wooden floor. Balrog rises to his feet and wipes his mouth.

"Pretty good f**ker, but you can't beat me ya worthless piece of sh*t" Balrog says and spits a surge of blood.

T.Hawk rises to his feet and spits out a tooth as a lot of blood invaded his mouth "His offense is commendably dangerous, I find it hard to compete with. Yet I must find the break...and then crush him..." he thinks, his gums burn with pain as his tooth was torn out of its root by the previous blow. He glares angrily at Balrog as he hears his words and reenters his stance.

"Foolish Shadowlaw scum, he dares mock me and the Thunderfoot clan, I shall teach him to blemish our honor by breaking him between my fists, for me, the clan, and Poor Julia's pain" he thinks and his eyes narrow.

Balrog smirks "That lily a** pansy Vega better do his job, or I'll beat his a** to pulp myself" he thinks and licks blood off his lips with a grimace before both he and T.Hawk lunge at each other.

Balrog leaps up slightly and then ducks while swinging his fist at T.Hawk's knee. T.Hawk grins and leaps up while somersaulting backwards. He channels his Chi and then when he's facing Balrog he lets his Ki push the air behind him and sending him flying forward.

Balrog oofs as T.Hawk rams into his abdomen head first and sends him flying backwards, rolling a few times on the ground before topping over a table and all the drinks on it, being drenched in alcoholic beverages while shaking his head.

T.Hawk lands on his feet and reenters his stance, his lips twisted into a small, satisfied smirk as he sees Balrog fume as he rises to his feet. Balrog glares at him, his hair dripping with the remainders of Tequila. "I believe that alcohol has finally cleansed your smelly hide Balrog" he says in a bemused tone.

Balrog grits his crooked teeth and exhales through his mouth "That's it...you're going down!" Balrog hollers and lunges forward while summoning his Chi and his irises flicker in blue as well as his pupils ignite with bright fire of the same color. "Pounded Red skin coming up..." Balrog thinks as he lunges forward, his speed being augmented by his life force.

T.Hawk tries to stop the upcoming onslaught with a sidekick, but he miscalculated Balrog's speed and the Boxer out speeds his move and ducks under it before swinging his fist forward, his fist shivering with weak tendrils of blue surrounding it.

T.Hawk groans as coughs repeatedly as Balrog begins to rain punches all over his upper torso and face, his fists lashing out again, again and again in a speedy onslaught of powerful punches.

Balrog's fists bruise his skin, make his muscles ache and deform his face as his Chi empowers his blows. When his attack is done he uppercuts T.Hawk and sends the Indian flying backward onto the previously broken table's remains.

T.Hawk shivers and barely manages to get up, shaking and dizzy as his blurry vision fixes on Balrog. "Want some more, eh? C'mon!" Balrog says and motions with his arms.

T.Hawk looks around and sees his chance "Pain...ugh, C'mon...can't let this loser win...I'll show him...hmm...Wait a sec...Yeah!" he thinks and lunges forward, using the last ounces of his strength to absorb Balrog's punch to his face, he ignores the throbbing pain and grabs Balrog's arm.

Balrog looks confused as T.Hawk lifts him into the air. Balrog gasps slightly as T.Hawk somersaults and rams his body into a the hard wooden bar, Balrog grunts, then T.Hawk does it once more from a height altitude and one last time from the ceiling's height.

Balrog's head hits the bar with crushing force and he slumps to the ground weakly, his head bleeding. He pants and squirms on the floor, shivering and coughing blood, barely able to control his senses as his head throbs violently.

T.Hawk coughs and wipes his mouth while leaning on the wall with one arm. "I guess you lose again Balrog, I thought you'd learned from last time" T.Hawk says a little weakly.

Balrog rises to kneeling position and pants while blinking, his vision slightly hazy, but he has a good vague outline of his surroundings and he grins. "I did...so long...Red skinned a**hole" Balrog thinks and reaches pants, removing the legging of his jeans and taking out a hidden firearm unknowingly to T.Hawk.

T.Hawk shakes his head and turns to leave when a choir of bangs is heard and then his eyes widen. He gurgles and shivers as blood begins dropping down his mouth and his knees buckle under his weight.

Balrog is standing and holding a gun, fumes of smoke coming out of the barrel as he holds it in his hand, an evil grin plastered on his face. T.Hawk lies down, dead, bullet holes filling his back and front side, all oozing crimson.

Balrog wipes his mouth and walks out of the bar, brushing past the people who try to stop him as he aims his gun at them, and leaving the area, toward the designated meeting point.

** 2 Continents away, Small side street, Moscow, Russia ** Necro is looking down at the streets from his small apartment. He shares it with his only friend in the world, a young woman named Effie, and she like him was a victim to Gill's evil.

She was a 5'4 young woman, her eyes were an inhuman shade of yellow and her face was unnaturally white and milky as his. She was a failure like him, part of the assassin program, but she looked more human, so some contact lenses and makeup, and she could walk freely in the streets.

They had mutual understanding, they knew each other's pain, they had fun together, they enjoyed each other's company, heck, if he weren't a deformed monstrosity he might've approached her romantically, for he did feel for her like that, but he feared her reaction.

She was out, gone to work, she was a clerk in a small shop in mid Moscow, the payment was low, and live conditions were hard, but that's how things were in Russia.

Necro has been the greater fundraiser in their household as the street-fighting world brings more money than her job could ever. He was now watching TV, the news in particular.

"This Shadowlaw...They oppose the monster...yet their methods are as bad as his, I wonder...do they experiment on humans too, I wonder...yet, forget that Necro, you're finally free, don't be getting into trouble with these fiends as well..." He thinks and sighs lightly. "I need a breath of fresh snowy air, I'll go take a small walk in the side streets... he thinks and gets up.

Unknowingly to Necro a room to his left a trouble is about to present itself. From within the small bathtub's faucet a milky white, rubbery liquid flows and forms a large puddle within the tub.

The puddle then reforms into the shape of Twelve, he steps out of the bath and looks around and his eyes flash in black for a second. As he senses Necro leave the house. He opens the door and walks to the entrance, following.

Necro inhales deeply as he looks around, touching the wall with his hand gently. "I used to live here...I was Illia...I was a man..." he whispers to himself leaning his head against the wall gently before he moves aside.

A white blade pierces the wall and imbeds itself in the concrete. Then it retracts itself and reforms into the shape of a hand. Necro turns to the body that is connected to the blade and his eyes widen and his mouth gapes slightly wide.

"You're...one...you're the..." he stammers while entering his stance. "Target location confirmed, initiating termination protocol, processing fighting level to Omega 2" Twelve says in a monotone voice while looking at Necro and entering his own stance, his hands open and at his sides, slightly tilting his body from side to side.

Necro's movements resemble a dancing his hands dangling and being swung before his body, as well as his weight shifts with his lifting and descending of his body with the rhythm.

"HE send you, Right? Well I'm not coming back, nor will I be killed!" Necro shouts and his white eyes narrow angrily.

Twelve doesn't answer as he lunges and thrusts his palm forward, his fingers sharpening to blade like formations and aiming at Necro's throat. Necro ducks and spins around.

His foot outstretches to a length of 6 feet and comes swinging at Twelve's feet. Twelve leaps into the air and plans his feet into the wall before kicking off it. He catapults himself forward.

Necro leaps into the air and Twelve glides under him, rolling a few feet away before returning to his feet and turning toward Necro. As he does his fist rams into his face and sends him staggering back slightly.

Necro's hand, which was at the length of 6 feet, returns to normal and he resumes his stance "Whatever you are...go away!" Necro says angrily.

Twelve ignores him and rams his hands into the ground; his arms liquefy and travel toward Necro in immense speed. Necro gasps and turns his body sideways while making his abdomen stretch, two blades almost impaling him but missing narrowly.

Necro then growls angrily leaps into the air, closing the gap between he and Necro while pulling his hands back. As Twelve's hands reform he quickly crosses them and blocks Necro's hands as they come whipping toward him.

Necro gulps as Twelve's hand thrusts upward and morphs into an axe like shape and rams into his abdomen, sending him flying backward, a cut left at the axe's wake.

Twelve rolls to his feet, gritting his teeth and feeling the warm crimson pour down his abdomen lightly from the surface bound cut he has just received. He blinks a few times before Twelve approaches again, his arms hit the ground and he lifts his lower body while morphing into the visage of a large blade and slashes it toward Twelve’s neck.

Twelve leaps into the air and dodges the blow narrowly and then brings his hands to the sides of his head and stretches his limps and brings his feet crashing into twelve’s face, spinning like a drill and landing a foot’s distance before Twelve.

He then continues to bring his body back and then causing it to jump forward like a spring and ram his shoulder into Twelve’s body. The bio-engineered assassin is sent crashing into the wall forcefully.

Necro reenters his stance and prepares for Twelve who meanwhile turns into a puddle before reforming into a humanoid shape. He glares at Necro and is seemingly thinking before he approaches again.

Twelve spins around and lashes out with a roundhouse kick, his leg extends 3 times it’s normal length and comes swinging at Twelve’s face. Twelve remolds himself and his body turns to a spider like body with 4 legs as he approaches.

As Necro returns to his stance, Twelve’s hand slams into his body. He exhales sharply as Twelve’s fingers ram into his lower ribcage. Before he can think twice the barrage continues as Twelve’s arms turns to an axe like blade and aims itself at Necro’s neck.

Necro ducks and misses the blow narrowly, the limb whistling over his head, he then takes the advantage of the small break and rams his fist into Twelve’s face, then his whole body spins whereas his feet stay the same.

Twelve staggers back and Necro swiftly lifts his foot over his head, holding it steadily for a second and stretching it a little before aiming an axe kick at Twelve’s cranium.

Twelve side steps and then his hands turn into long staff like extensions and he rams one on the back of Necro’s head. Necro exhales as he’s sent bending forward slightly.

Twelve then rams one to his chin, following it with one to his abdomen, before adding a jab to his lung and then bringing his arms together and forming a large axe blade, bigger then Necro’s upper torso and looks at him coldly.

Necro goes wide-eyed and tries to leap out of the way as Twelve swings the axe at him. Twelve’s new extension grazes deeply across his abdomen in a diagonal slash, cutting through flesh and clothe as one.

Necro cries in pain as he lands a few feet back and Twelve reforms his arms and hands once more. “Protocol 618, death blow initiation” he says in a monotone voice as he crouches and his eyes glow brightly in white.

Necro holds his abdomen and leaps upwards and flips, Twelve growls and reforms his arms and knocks Necro by extending his arm and hitting his chest in mid jump, sending him crashing into the wall, the back of his head hitting the wall hard, and a large bruise being left at the collision.

Necro crumbles to the ground, lying in a heap, coughing and groaning, his abdomen bleeding and crimson blood staining his body and the snow covered pavement.

Twelve approaches and lifts a hand which forms a blade and holds it steadily over Necro’s head and prepares to launch the final blow. Necro thinks of Effie, and how he loves her and mustn’t leave her and growls and then rises while ramming his head into Twelve’s.

Twelve staggers back and Necro slams a kick into his body before rising and leaping into the air while sending both hands forward, extending slightly and extremely quickly.

Twelve’s body is hit and he’s sent staggering backwards from the momentum behind the blow, lying on his back as Necro lands on his feet and feels his rage build at the wound.

Necro then rams a fist into Necro’s abdomen before his arms act like rubber as he continues and rams two powerful punches into the Milky white assassin’s face, the last one empowered by his Chi.

At this final blow Twelve is sent rolling backwards and Necro’s eyes begin to glisten with electricity crawls down his neck, moving down and around his upper torso and then curling around his arms and fists like hungry serpents.

He limbs begin to be enveloped in currents of the energy, their intensity rising and getting more and more pure and bright as his fists shake under the force being summoned. “GO AWAY!” he shouts and lifts his fists over his head.

Twelve rises to his feet and watches the sight, his milky white eyes fix in a dark gaze, locking with Necro’s as the latter rams both hands onto the snow filled street while shouting “ELECTRIC SNAKE!”

Twelve doesn’t look phased as he leaps into the air, Meanwhile Necro’s fists slam onto the wet ground and immediately intense currents of energy begin to course through the snow, a bright, blinding glow filling the small side street.

Twelve meanwhile reforms his face into a sharp shape and puts his hands to his sides as his feet hit the wall. Just as Necro electrocutes the street Twelve launches himself forward and his body charged with Ki moves inhumanly fast.

He then dives down, his body like a arrow almost, hitting Twelve’s body extremely forcefully, he then lands, still in the shape and does the same for his head, his movements getting faster as he bounces off walls while hitting Necro every time.

Necro is helpless to defend himself at the immense speed of the barrage and in the end is slammed extremely hard against a wall, leaving an impression and cracks in the wall before slumping to the floor.

Before Twelve can finish his work he turns and hears people shouting in Russian. Over here! A FREAK is attacking Illia!” A woman shouts and men’s footsteps can be heard.

Twelve hurriedly forms into a puddle as he sees their shadows approaching and melts into the sewer hole in the street. The men rush toward Necro and blink and look concerned shouting in Russian and sending one away, probably to call an ambulance.

Twelve watches the scene coldly from his hidden crevice and then leaves, heading back for his HQ to report this to Gill, knowing he only wounded Necro severely, probably even fatally, not knowing the difference, he prepares to report a defeat to his master, feeling a bizarre feeling at facing the power of Gill, though he doesn’t register it’s meaning, the meaning of fear.

** Meanwhile back in Mexico **

The assassin, also known as Vega pushes the door open and stealthily and leaves it half open as he slips inside. His movements blend into the shadows as his catlike grace helps him from revealing himself even a bit.

He takes his metal mask from his coat and slips it on, the metallic surface gleaming in the moonlight. He then peers through the two eye slits and grins lightly as he continues on his path.

Aw…Yessss! It’s time for the hunt…Mm…How I like the sensations, the look of fear and pain as the blood spills, too bad I can’t hurt her too bad, or ravage her sweetness and renewed innocence” he thinks and frowns slightly.

He creeps through the dark interior of the house and approaches the bedroom he saw from the window, being careful to not create even a flicker of a sound, only very subtle taps of his feet heard, but it can’t be helped, as he hugs the wall beside the door, placing his ear to the wall and waiting.

Meanwhile Julia, once the Psychic doll known as Juli is shifting slightly, deciding to go to sleep, too tired to wait up for her brother T.Hawk tonight. She yawns and turns off the T.V while rubbing her eyes.

She then gets up, walking towards the switch beside the door to kill the light. As she does Vega’s left hand grips the handle of the door and suddenly he swings it open. Juli gasps and lifts a hand to shield her face before the blow sends her stumbling back slightly.

Aw! Godd*mn! What the h*ll?!” She thinks as she regains her balance and footing and tries to shake the slight pain from her head.

Juli shakes her head lightly and gasps lightly as she sees a blurry silhouette approaching, seeing a glint of metal in the faint moonlight she quickly shifts her body sideways and avoids what seems to be a sharp metallic weapon.

Juli quickly brings her fist flying forward as she avoids the blades and aims it at the figure’s right temple, The figure which is Vega brings his wrist to deflect her punch while lifting his knees and ramming it into her abdomen hard.

She exhales sharply and bends forward slightly. He lifts his claws and prepares to drive them through her shoulder. But she has other plans and she sends her elbow into his upper torso. He exhales sharply and before he can think her bare foot rams into his cheek.

Pain and shock fill her as her foot hits the cool surface of his protective mask. She goes wide-eyed and quickly back flips to avoid a Claw jab. She lands on her hands and flips to her feet, You…You’re…VEGA?!” She stammers before she snarls angrily, her brown eyes narrowing angrily.

Vega doesn’t answer and lunges, his face a feral mask, the visage of the predator as it corners its prey, his blue eyes piercing as his body glides across the room and he brings his claw lacking fist forward, aiming at her nose.

She hurriedly entraps his arm between her hands, one grabbing his wrist, the other his inner elbow junction before she falls back and flips him over her head. Vega lets her and flips along with her movement.

Juli does a small roll and turns, expecting to see him slam onto the wall, but instead she goes wide-eyed as his shoe rams into her face forcefully, as he kicked off the wall and sailed forward at her right after her throw.

He lands on the bed whereas Juli is send flying back and landing on her back heavily, Vega chuckles lightly “It’s been a while my sexy little Seniorita…Have you missed me? Our midnight endeavors?” Vega asks in an arrogant tone while waving his claws lightly before his face, his eyes admiring her body obviously, running over her body almost hungrily, moving up and down her lithe body and revealed skin and attire.

“Sure, Like a foot up my a** you sick, perverted son of a b*tch! And that’s just what you’re going to get before I kill you!” she hisses angrily and rises to her knees quickly, taking a cat like stance, her eyes gazing at him hatefully as her hands clench into fists, her legs tensing as she prepares for battle.

She remembered all the raping and enforcing he used on her to help cushion her for Bison’s mind treatment, and how he took advantage of her and her body when she had no control over her mind or body, and the thoughts made her blood boil and her eyes see red as she feels her mind lash out violent murderous thoughts at the man before her.

He chuckles lowly and approaches her slowly, circling around her bed. She growls under her breath and enters her stance eyeing him carefully, knowing how dangerous he is. He then flips into the air and brings his foot toward her face immensely fast.

She sidesteps and rams her foot into his back before spinning around with the motions and her fist whips out like an attacking serpent ready to strike, aiming at the back of his head. He absorbs her kick and ducks while placing his hands on the floor.

They wrap around her neck and he then shifts his weight backwards. Juli gasps and is sent flying onto the wall after his strong legs lock around her neck. He then resumes his stance and leaves her no time to think as he approaches again.

Juli hits the wall heavily and grits her teeth. She sees him approach and suddenly summons her Chi and sends her foot lashing out, while sailing impossibly toward him, defying gravity with her Chi and slamming her foot into his abdomen.

Vega grunts and is thrown back, he rises to his feet quickly only to be hit by kick to the ribcage, Juli’s heel crushing into the area, rattling his ribs and causing him to have to choke down the urge to spew his guts out.

She then opens her fist and aims a knife chop at his Adam’s apple, her hand almost connects, but before it can, his hand accommodates her wrist and deflects the blow, as it does her rams his fist into the center of her chest forcefully.

She steps back and then he slaps her hard, his hand causing an audible sound as it crosses against her cheek, causing her eyes to widen and her rage to build. But before she can react his feet ram into her abdomen and send her stumbling back and panting in pain.

He then laughs and uses his claws to slice her nightgown’s belt, causing it to slip off her. “Now, that’s more like you, isn’t it? You little tramp, you longed for me to return, I can see it in your eyes…you like being treated like a b*tch, I can see your arousal in your eyes” he says in a sly tone.

She growls angrily, ” YOU F**KING SOB! How DARE you touch ME?! I’LL KILL YOU?!" she thinks, seething inwardly and now not caring about being left in her black undergarments and attacks wildly. Her fists start whistling toward his face in a frightening pace. He swats them aside masterfully, while using the breaks to annoy her more by touching her breasts in an inappropriate ways, causing her eyes to almost glow with rage.

“My my, your beauty and grace and sexiness hasn’t ended, still a pleasure to touch you, hmm…Why fight it, you know you can’t win?” he says slyly and grabs one of her punches and rakes his claws against her skin, breaking it lightly, leaving three lines of crimson along her left thigh.

She gasps in pain and releases her hand by pushing him back and then kicks at his face, her grabs her leg in midway and steps forward groping her and forcing a kiss over her lips before pulling back and kicking her back with a laugh.

“So help me God…I’m going to kill yo…Mm!” She shouts angrily before her eyes narrow in intense hatred as he silences her as he kisses her in forcefully, then her eyes shut when his foot rams forcefully into her and sends her back.

She flips to her feet and hits him with a quick whipping kick, his head whips back and she follows it with a powerful cannon spike kick, leaping from the ground and ramming her foot into his chin in a rising motion, flipping off him soon after.

He steps back shifts his body sideways as follows it up with cannon arrow kick, sailing vertically over the ground, aiming her foot at him, As she passes by him he slaps her rear end hard. She screams in rage as she lands, seeing intense red.

She summons her inner power and screams, venting her rage as she begins sending an impossibly quick barrage of blow at him, each charged by inhuman speed, the leftovers of Bison’s doll tech now showing.

Vega swats her punches and dodges under her kicks and sidesteps the best he can, but coughs as she suddenly rams a punch into his ribcage. He steps back and she quickly slams a horribly fast and powerful kick to his abdomen, her bends forward and she rams a kick between his shoulder blades.

He absorbs the blows painfully and crashes to the ground, But she isn’t done as he tries to rise to his feet she spins around and rams a punch into his ear, causing him to reel and grit his teeth as he’s sent to the floor once more.

She then wraps her arms around his waist and suplexes him hard, or at least tries as reverses the move by placing his feet on the ground, blocking his collision and then head butting her hard. She bites her lip and soon after his claws rake across her face upper torso leaving bleeding lines under her neck.

He then rams a kick into her cheek and leaps forward, her kicks her abdomen and flips off her, landing on his hands and then resuming his stance. She cries in pain as his claws slice into her and she steps back, her vision blurring at the blood loss and she pants tiredly.

He then approaches, aiming a kick at her knee, not toying with her anymore, tired of this game. She sidesteps and leaps into the air wrapping her legs around his neck and flipping him over, pinning him and sitting on him.

She begins hitting him all over, screaming as she does. Vega exhales sharply as blows rain across his body, he then manages to grab her wrists and free a foot, he wraps it around her neck and pushes down, ramming a fist into her ribcage soon after, following suit thrice before rolling back and taking some distance.

She lies on her front side, coughing and whimpering in pain between pants. He looms over her and then makes a mistake as he grabs her neck and hefts her, preparing to ram his fist into her face. She surprises him and bites his hand, her teeth gnawing at his flesh strong, drawing blood even as she pulls back, she is beyond caring, rage fueling her.

“Merda!” he shouts and pulls back his hand, gritting his teeth. She then grins evilly and rams her foot into his groin area, hard, causing him to choke and bend forward. She then grins evilly and repeats the action forcefully, before spinning and lashing her foot across his cheek, sending him into a spiral and crashing to the ground.

She then lifts her leg preparing to ram it into his neck and kill him, He lifts his hands quickly and blocks her foot in the last possible moment, and then he uses his leg to sweep her other foot. She crashes to the ground heavily.

Then, still holding her leg, he uses on leg to ram into her face, then he turns sideways and twists her leg, causing her to scream in pain at the angle, then he reaches over and sits on her back, still twisting her leg, now making the angle more painful.

Then he rams her forehead into the floor and knocks her out cold. Then he lets go of her leg and takes off his mask, spitting and glaring at her ”F**king little b*tch, I hope Bison ravages your mind and body horribly” he mutters in Spanish and grabs her, taking out some rope from his pocket and binding both her wrists and legs.

Then he scoops her up in his arms and curses as he hears Police sirens. He looks at the window and grins and quickly dashes toward it as a cop enters the house and shouts in Mexican "STOP!"

Vega laughs, the cop unable to see his face in the dark as he leaps and breaks through the window and breaks into a sprint outside, all the cops outside see is a silhouette running extremely fast as he lets his Ki fuel his speed.

The cops try to shoot at him, but he’s too quick, entering a side alley and beginning to melt into the darkness. They break into a pursuit but he masterfully entangles himself in the side streets avoiding them and heading towards the meeting point, to meet up with Balrog.

**Meanwhile, Outside Akuma’s cave, uncharted isle, coast of Japan **

Akuma dashes forward, sending his foot toward Oro’s face. His foot is dodged masterfully as Oro sends his hand toward Akuma’s ribcage. Akuma stomps his foot on the ground and parries the blow by setting it off course with his wrist.

Then he sends the same hand clenching into a fist and sailing toward Oro’s nose. The Senin grabs his hand and immediately brings his foot slamming forcefully into the demon’s armpit, before attempting to flip him over his head.

Akuma lets him lift him up, but as he does he extends his foot and nails Oro’s forehead with his foot, sending the Senin staggering at the frightening force. Akuma lands and smirks evilly as he cups his hands, opening them and summoning his Chi.

Tendrils of Ki energy explode between his hands and form a globe of fiery power, the color of the projectile bright purple as the swirling tendrils amass fully, He then throws his hands forward and lets the projectile release itself.

Oro brings his index finger to his forehead and summons his Ki in the mystical ways of his Senjitsu fighting style as he then points his open hand at Akuma and lightning is sent forth from his fingertips and forms a small, condensed electrical sphere of energy which collides with Akuma’s.

“You cannot win!” Oro says as he waits for the flash of the collision to subside, but Akuma waited not and his figure bursts through the light and sails toward Oro. Oro scurries to block the attack, but the force sends him stepping back.

Akuma chuckles darkly and steps forward, punching at his face, as he sends his fist, he already shifts his body to unleash his next attack. Oro parries the attack with his forearm only to blink as Akuma launches himself off the ground.

His hurricane kicks aim themselves at Oro, covered by tendrils of electrical chi, Oro leaps over Akuma in the last possible moment and stomps onto the Demon’s head. Akuma is forced to the ground as Oro leaps off him and flips to his feet.

Akuma lifts himself off the ground, his glowing eyes gleaming calmly, yet their intense flames flickering purple as he flames explode around him and he dashes forward, his hands at his sides. Oro leaps forward and his foot aims at Akuma’s nose.

But he is surprised to find himself passing through Akuma’s body, as his body seems to dim and melt slightly into the air. As Oro lands on his feet Akuma attacks and rams a elbow into his back.

Oro grits his teeth and steps forward, Akuma then kicks his lower back with crushing force and sends him staggering forward. Akuma then prepares to ram kick to his spinal cord’s base.

Oro grins “Stupid demon, I am stronger than I look” he mutters as he suddenly ducks under the blow and leaps onto Akuma and locks him in a back chokehold, his arm surprisingly strong. Akuma growls lightly and looks up at Oro with annoyance.

He then sends his fist over his head, Oro’s head snaps backward as Akuma’s bare fist rams into his nose and sends him off him. Oro rolls to his feet only to be greeted by Akuma’s leaping kick.

Oro is sent flying backwards, rolling many times before stopping 5 feet away. Akuma stomps his foot and the ground shakes under his power’s presence. “YOU ARE WEAK! NO POWER CAN CRUSH SATSU NO HADO!” he booms, his voice thundering and throbbing with his power.

Oro silences him by slamming his projectile into Akuma, sending him staggering back, Oro then attacks, kicking Akuma’s face. Akuma grunts and his head snaps back, Akuma growls and throws a punch at the old man.

Oro sidesteps and grabs his wrist, suddenly lifting him off his feet and slamming him onto the ground forcefully, showing an act of impossible strength, soon following suit 3 times and then tossing him back.

Akuma rolls to his feet and feels pain envelop him as he gets up, Akuma then grunts as Oro shoulder slams into his face, sending him staggering back again. Akuma shakes his head and Oro comes toward him again, leaping into the air.

Akuma ducks and summons his Ki, then he lets it envelop his inner chi lines and it collects within his fist as he launches himself upwards. Oro blinks as suddenly the force of a tow truck rams into him, sending him flying backward.

Akuma lands from his Shoryuken and resumes his stance, glaring at Oro. Oro rises to his feet and shakes his head “I’m getting too old for this…This would’ve been easier 20 years ago…” he mutters and dashes forward, his eyes acquiring a determined glare as his lower gaze tenses and fixes in concentration.

Akuma waits for him and dodges a kick to his face; Oro is counting on this and steps down quickly while sending a knife chop as Akuma’s body. Akuma brings his arms across his chest and blocks it, and then he grabs his arm and pulls him forward.

Oro growls lightly and then exhales sharply as Akuma’s knee slams into his solar plexus. Akuma then hefts him onto his shoulder and tosses him like a rag doll. Oro is surprised at the strength as he’s tossed 12 feet away, ramming into a tree heavily.

Akuma doesn’t relent, his cold face, gleaming with determination as he dashes toward Oro. Oro leaps upwards while extending his fist, Akuma is sent flying backward with a powerful uppercut. Akuma laughs as his shifts his weight and cups his hand.

“Gou Zankuu!” he says coldly as he throws his hand forward, Oro doesn’t notice his fate until it’s too late and curses in Japanese under his breath. Akuma sends forth an aerial purple projectile that collides against his frame with crushing force, singing his skin and sending him catapulting back.

Oro gets up tiredly and looks up at Akuma that lands on the ground. “Sosh!” he says, calling Oro weak and hmphing as he resumes his stance. Oro’s eyes narrow and he attacks once more, his hand aiming at Akuma’s neck, the demon blocks, but as he does Oro leaps and kicks his jaw line.

“This is what you get for your stupidity you Chibi demonic idiot!” Oro says and then adds a kick to his nose barrage with immense force.

Despite it Akuma stands still as Oro then kicks his back after landing and flipping over him, he then lands on his hands. Akuma holds his balance and waits for Oro attack once more, but he isn’t expecting the force of the attack as Oro rams his hand into his spine and sends a surge of Ki through him.

Akuma staggers and feels his body tense all of a sudden, his muscles cramping. “The little maggot…he pressed on my nerves…” he thinks and feels his body slowly calm down, but that is only after Oro leaps and hits him, kicking at his chest multiple times, while pushing him, defying gravity slightly.

Akuma exhales sharply as the blows rain across his body, and in the final kick to his nose sends him reeling back, but he still stands, and shakes his head once, his eyes narrowing, now rage building as his rage explodes, quite evident by the glow in his eyes, ignoring the stinging pain and letting his power envelop him, this had gone too far.

Oro then lets his Chi empower him, his eyes glowing as well, the skies above pour blades of water, the cool liquid drenching the two warriors, but not their respective auras or rage.

Akuma then decides to end this and dashes forward, now concentrating on creating a devastating onslaught.

Oro sends his foot toward Akuma’s knee; the Demon lifts his foot, and swats the kick aside, then in the same motion, shifts his weight sideways and rams his foot into Oro’s face. Oro steps back and hits his solar plexus with a powerful kick.

Akuma grits his teeth and absorbs it, as he does he brings his fist ramming into his cheek. Oro’s head snaps sideways and he tries to lash back with a kick, Akuma blocks and rams a punch to his nose, adding another to his abdomen soon after.

Oro absorbs both and staggers back, now bleeding from his nose and mouth and his vision turning blurry. Akuma strikes him once more, sending him spiraling after inner round housing him. Oro crashes to the ground heavily.

Akuma then grins and lifts his fist to the air. “Now…it’s time to die…old man…” he snarls and his fist glows in intense purple flames as lightning crackles above and his eyes explode in purple. Oro gulps and looks down, “I should’ve listened to you Rose…” he mutters as Akuma growls into the air.

“Kongou! Koku! Retsu…ZAN!” He bellows and rams his fist onto the ground. Oro cries in pain as intense waves of demonic flames expands all around Akuma’s body, enveloping him in their inhumanly burning heat, his skin and flesh being burned severely.

Oro’s life is forced out of him as Akuma lifts his fist and then stomps on him, making sure he’s dead by stomping his heel on the old Senin’s lungs, feeling the squishing of his body under his blow and then he stands up and growls at the sky, exploding into the flames.

“RYU! YOU’RE NEXT! HAHAHAHAHA!” He shouts and lets the violent winds and rain embrace him with the rage of the storm, now intense and powerful as his own essence.