[b]A Brief Respite[/b] [b]PoV: Missouri[/b] [i]I approach the Dojo's gates, smiling fondly under my helmet. Oh, how this place had changed me. I remembered everyone who had helped me learn. Pants, Woodchuk, Sithis, Utah, Mario, Alondite. Phoenix. Tiny rivulets of tears begin to flow down my face. Phoenix had pulled the ultimate sacrifice. I remembered everything. I had gained quite a few new toys since then. Time to go see who wanted to fight. I push through the gates, my footsteps echoing across the stone ground. I see fighting. Sparring. Such a nice sight. Some people stop and stare. They wondered who I was. They wouldn't know. Oh, but they might. [/i] Well, It's obvious enough what I'm here for. How about I fight an old friend first? [spoiler]Fight post. I want one of my old friends from the OG dojo to come. You know who you guys are, you beautiful bastards. [/spoiler]