Frenzied Fists vs Hair Whips!

Who: Ryoga and Shantae. Spectators if anyone is alive enough to want to watch!
What: A friendly sparring match.
Where: The room closest to a Dojo that could be found.
When: Thirsday.
Warnings: Some violence, obviously.


....yeah so he had camped out in front of the Dojo room for a couple of days. Complete with the tent and everything. Why? Because he was scared of losing it again. Why? Because it was the one piece of this castle that reminded him of home. Or at least of his home country.

It was a somewhat spartan room with a little training equipment placed nicely in behind screens that slid into place to keep the feeling of the place uncluttered. Being inside was supposed to be a soul cleansing experience. A place of calm chi and training.

Of course, Ryoga's chi was never particularly calm.

He'd packed up all his stuff back into his backpack and waited at the door. It was time to meet Shantae here for thier organized match. He wasn't. Late. Not one minute.

Felt good, man.

"Checkers, are you going to watch?" he asked his ninja dog who replied with an affirmative yap. "Good! You can save me if things get too rough." he laughed, reaching down to place a hand on the dog's shoulder. He felt happy - a somewhat rare feeling for him and one he intended to enjoy for as long as he could. It wasn't as if he had to pull out his Shi Shi Hokudan here, after all. It was just a fun match.