Ryu didn't seem to know fatigue. His body moved without pause, every strike adding to the layers of muscle memory that were practically ingrained within him.
From a perfect rush of Heavenly aura, it seemed to be slowly gaining an edge of chaotic patterns. His movements became more unpredictable, and even a hint more jerky. However, he didn't stop or pull back.
He dove head first into the feeling, his movements becoming faster, sharper.
Fists that painted the skies suddenly vanished at the last moment and became elbows that landed on the wind like claps of thunder. Knees flickered, seemingly phasing out of existence and becoming overhead, whipping kicks.
As the predictably became more wild and harder to track, the jerkiness was slowly weeded out, becoming just as fluid as it had started.
PA! PA! PA!
