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Characters: Travis Touchdown, Thunder Ryu Rating: G, top 10 photos before disaster Notes: this is veery late cuz i wanted to honor the word count, at least for my first one >_> Word count: 100
Sand crunched under his shoes as Travis stepped out of the bus into the dry, abandoned Speed City. As he stepped toward the solitary figure up ahead, he realized he wasn’t facing the opponent he’d expected.
“Master?”
At the sound of his voice, Thunder Ryu glances over his shoulder. Brushing a stray lock of hair back into place, he turned to face his student with a small smile.
“Travis, you’ve been doing well. But, this third rank… I wanted to see to it personally that you were ready to advance.”
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Rating: G, top 10 photos before disaster
Notes: this is veery late cuz i wanted to honor the word count, at least for my first one >_>
Word count: 100
Sand crunched under his shoes as Travis stepped out of the bus into the dry, abandoned Speed City. As he stepped toward the solitary figure up ahead, he realized he wasn’t facing the opponent he’d expected.
“Master?”
At the sound of his voice, Thunder Ryu glances over his shoulder. Brushing a stray lock of hair back into place, he turned to face his student with a small smile.
“Travis, you’ve been doing well. But, this third rank… I wanted to see to it personally that you were ready to advance.”
“You mean-?”
“You’ll need to kill me to move forward.”