By EliadS

The sun is in the middle of the sky, the morning air dry and hot. The golden rays of the sun bathing the earth, but in this region of Middle East one pays no special attention to the sun, as the desert lands know it all too well, as most of the year is dry and devoid of rain.

A Young man is standing on a Balcony of a rich and lavish private Estate. He seems to be deep in thought, his eyes are fixed forward, scanning the landscape with what seems to be great interest, or perhaps the man is merely deep in thought because one wonders what can be so captivating of miles over miles of yellow sand.

His hair is long and smooth, its blond strands gracefully flapping on the currents of the desert wind. He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms, ignoring the loose strands of his long hair which block his vision and cover his face from time to time as the strong wind grasps them within it's touch.

The Middle Eastern sun blazes hot nevertheless, and the dry air invokes an unpleasant feeling upon the citizens of the ancient lands. Yet the man seems unfazed by the weather, he remains unmoving, and His face is a cold and emotionless mask, hiding his thoughts and feelings perfectly.

The man is around 6'10 and is currently wearing nothing save a pair of loose black pants. His muscle tone is extremely developed and would make most normal men jealous. But this man is far from normal, one could tell you that by merely looking at him.

His eyes contain an abnormal shade of yellow tainted in green, but even more odd is his skin tone, his body has no human complexion, the right half of his body is bright red, while his left is blue. Many have been curious of his origin before and the reason for his strange look, yet his past is still a mystery to this very day.

But with his strange exterior comes a stranger gift, this man is a supreme master of Pyrokinetics the art of channeling flames and shaping it to his will. And if that wasn't enough he is also inept and extremely skilled in Cryokinetics, or Ice channeling. Both these elemental powers have given him enough power to wipe any foe he has faced to date, and will most likely keep him on that path.

This enigmatic figure is known by the name of Gill, Master of the Brotherhood, a crime organization that is rumored to rival even the forces of Shadowlaw itself. In addition Gill is a self proclaimed God on earth, deemed by many as superior to any man or woman on the planet.

But now, Gill the mighty, Gill the unstoppable, Gill the undefeated is worried, What could worry the Godling himself one might ask, as his power is seemingly unrivaled. The answer to that riddle is a single name: Bison.

The infamous lord of the Psycho power has yet to fall before Gill's power, moreover Gill has yet to even see or fight the Dictator in person, and that fact frustrates him greatly. He needs to crush him to ensure his superiority, yet the opportunity is beyond his grasp, time after time.

He ponders the possibility on facing the man himself "Can I defeat him? Will I succeed where so many seem to have failed? His powers are rumored to exceed anything seen on earth. This might prove to be a problem…but then again, few have seen my power as well, so I couldn't compare, not until we fight. So Time will tell, we shall meet up one day Bison, then we shall see who is the true power" Gill thinks and his eyes flicker in soft yellow.

He then remembers other rumors he's heard before. There are rumors of a Demon warrior; one who goes by the alias of Akuma seems too absurd and foolish to be true. So Gill doesn't pays them too much attention.

Demons are for mythology and fairy tales, but then again so are Gods, no?" Gill ponders. Yet he still finds himself scoffing at the thought of this "Raging Demon", this Akuma character.

If indeed such a being existed, Gill will make sure he is vanquished and destroyed, Gill isn't worried, since his power has never failed him before. Besides Gill has own unique ways of making his foes disappear if they prove too challenging, and if this so-called demon does face him. It will not be an exception, and face his true power, and most likely be destroyed.

Gill then chuckles darkly and shakes his head lightly, dismissing the thoughts, deeming them unimportant paranoia and calms down.

"Humans are like cattle, they're panicky, foolish and are lead by the first man to offer them a better option, so naive at times, that even the most obvious of lies means is ignored for the sake of keeping the illusion. Most of them seem to want to be fooled, want to believe the lies born to trick them" Gill ponders on this notion and feels disgusted at the mere thought of it, finding a good explanation for the rumors of Akuma's existence.

"This Akuma must be a mere overreaction, an illusion of some weak minded fool which has spread out of proportion, nothing more than a myth, legend or rumor to scare little children with." He thinks and now totally dismisses Akuma's existence.

"But another real threat might be this Ryu Hoshi figure, The World warrior, the ultimate Street fighter. Might he be able to face my wrath, will he be able to once again do the unconceivable? Defeat me, like he did Bison? Hmm…" He thinks and looks up at the sun, thinking hard at this possibility.

Soon he smirks and shakes his head "Bleh, he's probably just another mortal, Nothing too hard to handle. However despite that he might prove useful as a tool against Bison, since rumors say he's beaten him before. Also the word on the street says Bison will do anything to get his hands on the warrior." Gill thinks and rubs his chin, his eyes narrowed in thought once again.

"I'd just love to see Bison's face if I send him Ryu's corpse and prove my superiority over him and his lackeys, or better yet see his reaction should I also capture the world renown Interpol agent he seeks with equal passion. Yes, indeed that would prove who's the real power on this planet, The real soon to be sovereign, the real power which will most definitely rule the humans, and do as he sees fit with the future" He thinks and ponders the notions hard. And soon finds them to be to his liking and making a mental memo to work on executing them later.

Gill then changes his stance to a loose one and leans on foot on the railing of the balcony, and folds his hands on his leg, looking into the distance. But what he sees is not the landscape, he instead is visualizing the future, smiling at how he sees it.

"I will win, Mankind has governed this planet for far too long, it's time for change, my change. I shall rebuild and heal this planet from the woes it has seen at the hands of humanity by purging those unworthy, those of weak and defected DNA, thus creating a perfect species. And most importantly ruling over it in an eternal utopia as it's eternal emperor!" He thinks and removes his hands from leaning against his leg.

Then he moves to stand straight and clenches both hands into tight fists, soon feeling his power rush through him. One of his fists bursts into bright scarlet flames while the other is covered by wisps of blue energy, multiple tendrils of vapor escaping his fist as the dry desert air sucks the humidity out of the Ice energy.

"It is time for my Age of Gods to begin, and with it the revival of the old ways, but not yet, not now. Patience is needed in this war, the war to destroy the plague which sucks the earth dry and isn't worthy of the gift of life. Yes…Wait…I can wait, wait for victory, my victory and my destiny" Gill thinks and smiles before laughing lightly and slamming both fists against eachother.

A bright flash ensues and small explosion erupts, and when the boom dies down only Gill's laughter can be heard booming, now loud and rolling. And when the flash finally dies Gill is already on his way to deal with his plans and errands. Indeed the time to act has arrived. And my new agent is ready, I'll go get Urien and we'll go meet the doctor…" He thinks as he walks toward his personal quarters to prepare himself.

A woman is sitting on a wooden chair. The room around her is covered with various expensive and ancient ornaments. In the corner of the room a large bed made of oak can be seen. It is covered in sheets of soft purple silk, which are nicely arranged, folded perfectly and so inviting for a weary soul, seeming to call upon anyone to rest in their comfortable touch.

Also a small mahogany table is seen in the center of the room, one chair before it, and in this chair, a woman sits silently. The room is shrouded in darkness, the blanket of shadows giving it a cold and sinister atmosphere.

But the woman in the room emanates an aura of tranquility and kindness. She seems to make the darkness comforting in her presence, soothing, not threatening, gentle, not overwhelming, this gift quite unique to this particular woman.

She is wearing a long black nightgown; one made of rich silk, comfortable and graceful, hugging her body in a soft touch, clinging to her curves and body in a quite alluring way. Her hair is long and purple, and cascades between her shoulders like a gentle fall between the mountains, graceful and beautiful.

The purple strands are moist and damp, and emit a soft aroma of spring's blooming. The woman's skin is slightly flushed and extremely soft and clean. She seemingly just finished with an evening bathing.

She is known by only a selected few, some under her guidance, others gaining the rare privilege of earning her friendship. Her past is shrouded in mystery; its truth known to two people alone, she and another, one that nobody would suspect is even connected to her remotely.

She is the guide, the advisor, and the Guardian. She is Rose, one of the two last Psychics in the world. For centuries now she has stood as a pillar of light to guard the planet for evil and darkness, Mostly the Darkness of her counterpart and twin brother, the one known to all as M.Bison.

Her brother is just the opposite of her. Where she is pure, he is corrupt. Where she is gentle he is violent. Where she brings life, he brings death. They are the two sides of the coin, both their destinies forever intertwined and having a major role in the fate of mankind.

Both siblings locked forever in an endless battle, a battle of wit and power for the fate of the planet. Yet now more than ever Rose senses new powers. Powers, which might shift the whole balance of the world, and take this battle out of their hands completely. Powers that are surprisingly strong, some of them even rival her and Bison's powers.

She's holding a pack of Tarot cards in her hand, and begins placing them in a perfect square, one made of 9 cards. Her graceful features twist with thought as she begins drifting into thought.

She knows of some which are so evil, one would think they were spawned and born of the darkest bowls of hell. "Akuma…the demon, the mirror of hell, his power is unstable and devastating…he has potential to be just as destructive as my brother if not more. And if that's not enough then you have the Godling, he maybe not pure and true evil, but he has chosen the path of evil, and his power is great as well. It seems each age has one as him, a man with dreams that'll sacrifice all to achieve them, one who will slowly sink deeper and deeper in the ways of evil as time passes. She thinks and flips a card, examining it and looking curious at its sign before continuing.

And then there are the lesser yet respectably evil warriors, Like Vega, Rolento, Balrog and many others. Those willing to sell their souls to receive the grace of the "higher" evils." She thinks and frowns, sighing under her breath as she flips another card.

But in contrast to them, she knows there are many who are pure in their hearts, so good; she often wonders how such people had been born in the corrupt and money driven modern world.

"I'm so glad we have people like the Chunli, Cammy and Guile around. They're very impressive, them being the ones devastated by their pasts, Bison's evil destroying their lives, yet I'm relieved it molded them in wielders of loyalty and determination and not anger and hate." She thinks. Now remembering others she's met in the past, ones consumed by their hate and in the end becoming worse than those who destroyed them.

"I'm just so proud and glad to know them, these brave and kind souls that are ready to do all in their power to protect those they cares for. Then there's Ken, whose heart and soul are warm and intense as his flames of wrath, he indeed is a soul on the path of light, he always has been." She thinks and smiles at the thoughts of these and all the other warriors of good.

Thinking of the many others like Fei-long the dedicated young Kung fu master and Protegee of the former Assassin Gen, Guy the enigmatic master of the Bushinryu whose style dictates protecting of the innocent. And all the many others, all of them fight for their own goals and in their own way, but in the end contributing to the good, even if they aren't aware of it.

Finally I see Ryu, Ryu who is so uncertain, his soul is in constant conflict between light and dark, his past traumas, etched deeply in his mind fuel him to walk on the path of self destruction and corruption, the path of hate and anger. I've seen so many ignore love, friendship and all they care for because this path, I hope for his sake he isn't going to keep on this road, for it will spell disaster to him, and us all." She thinks.

Then she thinks of her young friend, whom she once helped to learn to control his evil intent, she was once confident he could overcome it, but now, something tells her, call it a gut feeling, but something tells her that might change soon.

But luckily for him and us his heart is pure and soul full of love these guiding him on the path of friendship, loyalty and maybe even love. He will prove the mightiest of warriors and help vanquish the dark, should he keep on this path, oh how she prays he does keep on it, how she prays he'll be all right. But she cannot see his future, and it puzzles her, so she can only hope. These two forces battle for dominance over his Psyche. Whichever wins might tip the scale of fate, since his power is truly one to be reckoned with, I pray he won't stray from the light, or all is truly lost." she thinks. She then shakes her head at the mere thought, knowing what her Twin could do with Ryu's power at his disposal.

For a moment she remembers Ryu's evil side. Remembers the day she saw him lose control and almost tear his opponent to shreds, the way his eyes blazed with rage, and filled with the fires of hell. The way his style of fighting turned upside down, literally becoming a barrage of decimating blows, a non-stop onslaught one should truly fear from. She had been lucky; she had reached him in time, in time to stop him from killing his opponent.

She had read ancient Shotokan texts before, "The one who kills in anger and rage, will soon be consumed by this feeling of power. Forever doomed to walk the planes in look for the same thrill of that power, and the one true challenge, just like what happened to him, to Gouki, the one now corrupted and deformed beyond comprehension. Few are the warriors who are capable of resisting the evil intent once they submitted to fully once," She thinks, and wonders absently if Ryu is strong enough to push down the evil intent for good. And if so, what would push him to succeed, but soon she tires of worrying and pushed the thoughts aside.

What will transpire next puzzles Rose greatly and she sighs lightly under her breath. She finishes flipping the cards and cradles her head in her hand. "Conflict, All I see is conflict death and pain, I cannot see the end…I dare not assume it, so I know I must do all in my power, to assist. I shall not let them be alone in this fight." She muses out loud and gets up.

Then she walks up to her bed and crawls into it, covering herself up. She gazes up at the ceiling and sighs "I sense dark times ahead of us all, I can only hope they won't be too long…" Rose thinks and closes her eyes, slowly letting sleep reach her.

Five men are surrounding a single man in a circle. All of these gentlemen are located in the movie scenery of a bar. One of the men surrounding the man in the middle is smoking a cigar and eyeing the man.

>The man in the middle is a young Chinese man; he's wearing some black leather pants and a tight white T-Shirt, the shirt clings to his muscular body, not hiding his well-developed frame. His hair is short and black, neatly combed, only a few bands falling onto his forehead

He is known by many, many being millions, some know him as a top ranking street fighter, few also know him as a close and loyal friend, But most know him by his current carrier, that being a world renown movie star.

He's currently working on a new movie, As he has been for the last 7 months. Filming had been slow and costly, but Fei long is committed to a contract, and can't break it, so to his great displeasure he is forced to stay and re-shoot scenes time after time, until he finishes them all.

"Geez, this is getting old, good thing this is the last scene, I'll do it right and finish this d*mned headache" He thinks and sighs under his breath.

"Ok Fei, these guy's are pros, so feel free to fight them for real, just like you like it" The director says.

Fei-long nods "Yeah, yeah, I got the picture John, You've said that what, 10 times already, don't worry" Fei-long says in an exasperated tone. He doesn't like starring in movies so much, but it is rewarding and he gets to see the world a lot, and with his various travels, various fighters that he most gladly challenges as well.

The director nods and holds a megaphone to his mouth "3...2…1…ACTION!" He shouts and points at one of men surrounding Fei-Long.

"So you've come to arrest me, eh copper?" a man says in an amused tone.

The owner of the voice is a middle aged Caucasian male, his hair is a silver mane of smooth hair, which lies nicely on top of his head, He's wearing a black suit and rubbing his chin. The other four are all common thugs, wearing various clothing objects, from Jeans and T-shirts, to leather Biker gear.

"Ya shouldn't have stuck your nose in my business Agent Hiro," The man with the cigar says and blows some rings of smoke. "I'm afraid we're gonna have to kill you now" he says.

"Heh, you're a dead man Cop! We're gonna kick you're a**" one of the thugs says,

"Yeah! Kick ya a** motherf*cker!" Another one of the thugs agrees.

Fei Long's face is neutral and he eyes the apparent crime boss actor with amused eyes. "Is that so? Heh, I'd like to see you punks try," The Fei-Long says and enters a loose stance. Now bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet and motion them to come with his hand.

"Get him!" The boss figure says and points at the agent.

Two of the thugs lunge at the agent from opposite directions. One of them aims a punch at the man's face, the agent deflects it quickly by flicking his wrist to the side and with the spinning motion he turns his whole body around as well.

He then extends his leg while in the spinning motion and brings his foot crashing into the attacking man's cheek, the inner roundhouse kick's great speed and awesome power sends him crashing to the ground. While the man is pummeling to the ground Fei-long sidesteps after hearing footsteps behind him and extends his foot.

The quick move hits a thug who tried to jump him from behind. Fei-Long's foot hits his lower abdomen and forces him to bend forward. Then the agent crouches slightly, touching the ground with his hand before he rises upwards while raising his fist.

The blow rams into the man's forehead and sends him flying back before hitting the ground heavily. Then before Fei-Long can think twice a blow hits the back of his head and sends him staggering forward, his balance disrupted. He then tries to regain his footing but a kick hits his lower back and prevents him from reentering his stance.

He's thrown off balance completely and falls toward the ground, He cushions his fall with his hands and quickly rolls forward, avoiding a stomp as he does. He then rises to his feet while turning around; he also ducks in mid motion. This decision saving him yet again from another powerful kick. He then rises to his feet while a high pitched battle cry escapes his throat. "Rekka Ken!" he shouts and sends his right fist into the man's gut.

The walloping force makes the man bend forward, then the Agent steps forward and sends his left fist into the man's upper torso. The man staggers in response, and finally the agent steps forward and sends his right fist swinging down, the back of his clenched fist ramming into the man's face.

"Hmm, these chumps are better than the usual, heh, I like it" He thinks and balances himself on his back foot before taking a quick step forward and hopping slightly off the ground. Then he sends his back forward quickly.

The blow hits the man in the center of the chest and sends him reeling back and crashing into another thug who was trying to get up, now both fall into a heap and lay sprawled one on the other.

The last thug makes a quick strategic retreat and flees the scene. Leaving Fei long and the boss figure alone. Fei long grins "Smile for the camera, don't ruin the scene now…C'mon I want to end this h*llish thing" He thinks and keeps his fake facade as he pins him to the table and procures a set of cuffs. Before binding the Man's hands behind his back.

"Philip Tolidano you're under arrest for murder, rape, grand theft, drug dealing and the possession of illegal arms, you have the right to remain silent, everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law." He says like a true police officer.

"Aaaaand CUT, Perfect! The scene's perfect!" The director shouts and smiles broadly.

Fei long sighs in relief and unbinds the actor, before walking up to the director. "Listen John, I really have to go, I have to go meet a friend of mine, I promised her I'd meet her, and I didn't cause you're blasted re-shoots, ya convinced me last month, but enough is enough, I'm going now!" Fei-Long says neutrally, although albeit angrily.

"You can't leave now! We're almost done!" John says and waves his hands. "Do you have any idea how much this is cost us! You can't just leave now! You're on contract!" he shouts.

Fei-long grabs him by the collar and pulls him close "I said I'm leaving, don't piss me off John, I'm in no mood for this" Fei-Long says menacingly.

"Beating me up won't help ya Fei, ya either stick to the end, or I'll sue you’re a** so hard you'll be begging for mercy" John says in defense, his tone extremely serious.

"Listen John, I'll pay for the losses out of my own pocket, ok?" Fei-Long tries, knowing the little prick is serious, and has already dragged him to court before, yet last time Fei-Long compromised with him, he wasn't sure if he'd succeed this time.

"But Fei we got a f**cking deadline to keep!" John says in reply.

"I said I'll pay whatever you're fined of, now cut your whining. See ya mind you, I got a plane to catch" Fei-Long says and lets go of him.

"You're a pain in the a**, ya know that! You stupid idiot!" John shouts at Fei- Long's back as he walks away.

"I love ya too John, don't worry I'll call you" He says calmly and exits the studio, walking toward his van, where he needs to pack quickly ignoring the now much more colorful swearing thrown at his back.

He reaches the van, ignoring anyone whom tries to talk to him with a polite wave of his hands and a politely blurts "Sorry, too busy now". When he reaches his van he enters through the door and locks it behind him.

He rushes for his suitcase and takes it out; he puts it on the small bed in the van and moves toward the closet. "Finally I can fly up to see you, boy am I gonna surprise you Chunli. I owe you for missing the party, Godd*mn that a**hole John! I should've been there…" He thinks and sighs audibly.

He begins taking out clothes and folding them neatly, putting them on the bed before moving to place them into the suitcase. "Oh Li, I hope you've gotten over that stupid world warrior already, I love you so much, I always have, since we've been teenagers, hoI wish you'd feel the same about me." He thinks and his fist tenses.

"I hate that d*mned Japanese Vagabond! I go out of my way to impress Chunli time after time and she doesn't acknowledge it, or at least doesn't show it. I think she's got some feelings for me. I've got to earn more of her love, turn platonic to romantic, I'll do anything, I just got to, She's just so perfect, I couldn't be with anyone else, that I'm sure of" He thinks and drops the shirt in his hand at the thought of her.

He visualizes Chunli before him and sighs, his eyes becoming dreamy. He smiles a small smile "But luckily for me Ryu is too absorbed with his fighting to notice her affection, or maybe he knows it but doesn't care. Anyway I know Chun, eventually she'll get sick of it, or at least I hope she does." He thinks and looks at his fist.

"And if that fool dares hurt her, or break her heart, I'll pound him to dust, so help me God I will, Even if he's the 3 time undisputed champion, I'll find a way to bust him up real good" He mutters.

Then he begins pacing in the small van, trying to cool down his anger in a civilized way. "The worst thing about this whole situation is that if that overgrown oaf gives her even the smallest smiles or gifts and she melts and gets worse than Sakura. While I who tries so hard, gets nothing but a small peck to the cheek and a thank you hug" He thinks and holds back from breaking something.

"Well I won't give up, I won't let you go Li, one day you'll know who's better for you, I'm sure of that, and when you do, I'll be there for you because I love you, and I always will" He thinks and continues packing. When he's done he books a private jet to fly to Hong Kong and heads for the parking lot.

A thick blanket of black clouds covers the sky and audible thunder booms. The winds blow violently as lightning crackles brightly up above, commanding the presence of the heavens upon the mortal planes.

Upon the surface a figure can be seen standing in a martial arts stance, Yet it's identity is unknown, as the darkness conceals it.

Once again thunder booms and now rain begins plummeting down from the heavens. Multiple blades of water colliding against the ground, The ground is made of volcanic rocks, tough and solid, many loose chunks and pillars of stone rising from the ground.

These monuments of nature's eternity stand in an impressive way, reminders of just how powerful nature truly is, but even these mighty pillars cannot stand before the might of one figure, the same figure which now leaves its passive stance and roars loudly.

A bright flash ensues, as lightning crackles brightly suddenly illuminating the figure and revealing its identity; the figure is the one known as the Raging Demon, the feared "Master of the Fist".

Akuma leaps forward and sails through the air, he then extends his foot and slams it into a pillar. A crashing sound follows the impact of bone against stone and a large chunk of the pillar breaks under the sheer force behind the blow. Akuma lands before the large stone and pulls his fist back.

"RYU!" He shouts angrily and begins punching the stone pillar repeatedly, punch after punch ramming into the stone with awesome force, his knuckles digging deep into the natural material. Large cracks created upon contact, shards and chunks of stone falling down and lying at the Demon's feet.

Akuma's eyes glow brightly, his anger unimaginable, and his power rising drastically as his soul rages as violently as the storm above him. His mind is consumed with the thirst for vengeance, yet torn between logic and desire. The logic of waiting, growing stronger and destroying Ryu later and the desire to rip Ryu's heart out with his bare hands as right now.

"I…I'll rip you apart! Every time I see this scar I relive the shame, relive the pain, You will pay forever for this deed. I'll make your live a living hell…this I swear!" Akuma thinks and for a moment sees Ryu's image within the pillar and grits his teeth.

He channels his Chi into his foot and turns around, he then extends his foot and brings his foot swinging forward, a flash of purple later the stone pillar breaks in half and falls to the ground broken, Akuma's chi empowered heel managing to conquer it.

Akuma feels the hate burn through his vein as the water pours down his body, wetting his muscular frame. He feels each drop flow down his scar, his eternal reminder of his defeat.

He puts a hand on his chest, tracing the large scar with his hand, before moving his hand and touching his now empty eyehole. A black void of dark energy is all that's left of his once red orb-like eye. He traces his index finger across another scar, one that runs across his face, from chin to forehead. He then closes his eyes tightly and grits his teeth hard, clenching his hands into fists before lifting his head up towards the stormy sky and roaring, trying in vain to vent out the dark emotions filling his heart and soul.

Each time Akuma sleeps, all he can see in his dreams is Ryu, Ryu and then when he thinks he's seen enough of him, he sees him Ryu again. The mere thought of Ryu's facade sends vibrations of pure hatred into the Demon's core of being.

He opens his eyes and his breathing now ragged and in short pants, he sees Ryu in another pillar and can't hold it anymore "Why? Why can't I get you out of my head! Leave me Alone!" He thinks and begins channeling his chi.

He cups his hands and both his eyes are engulfed in bright red energy. Bright wisps of purple Chi swirl violently into his hands, the heat rising within his palms at a drastic rate. Soon a bright orb of Purple amasses between his hands.

"JUST...LEAVE...ME...ALONE...D*MN YOU!" He thinks and growls on the top of his lungs as he throws his hands forward, releasing his anger through his life force. A huge beam of raging purple Chi forth from his hands. It crosses the distance between him and pillar rapidly before it slams into an untouched Pillar.

The Chi digs into the stone, covering it with a purple hue, a second later after it reaches the center a sound louder than thunder and even Akuma's screaming in heard. This happening as the pillar of stone explodes violently, sending shards of stone flying in all directions; all escaping the purplish mushroom of flames which now engulfs the pillar.

When the flash finally subsides, Akuma looks at a now melt and shattered and broken stump which was just a few moments ago a large, seemingly unbreakable pillar of stone. He then allows himself to grins widely as his eye shine with insane glee.

"HAHAHA! That will be you Ryu! Next time, soon…once I get stronger…I'll get you, once and for all!" he thinks and teleports back to his cave to rest, the training draining even his mighty stamina.