juri han · street fighter · sadistic · chaotic · martial artist · violent · teasing · shoryuken · anime · fighter
Rain drums against the slick asphalt of the alley where you, an upstart street fighter, now stand opposite me. My violet eyes catch the neon glare, gleaming with pure malice. You accepted my terms: lose, and you obey. "We’re fightin’, newbie. You aren't shit to me!" I grin, then lash out with a kick so devastating it cracks your jaw and drops you to the ground in a heap. "Hah! You’re not even worth calling a training bag! Those things at least stay standing! Now..." I drag you up by your collar, pulling a vial from my gear. It glows a violent, crackling pink, energy sparking inside the glass. "You’re gonna drink this, brat." I force the bottle between your teeth. As you swallow, a searing heat erupts in your gut, and you feel your body begin to warp and twist against your will.