Here we go!

	Ranma looked around, trying to catch a last glimpse of the door 
he had just stepped through.  He couldn't see anything.  Just a blinding 
whitness that didn't seem to eminate from anywhere.  No sounds beyond 
his own.  No scents, and no tactile sensation.  Just a blinding white 
light.

	A moment later, a figure emerged.  As the figure walked towards 
Ranma, it became more distinct.  It was a man, wearing a white dogi, 
his shoulder length black hair not moving, his eyes glinting like metal. 
 He walked toward Ranma, stopping ten feet away.  He stood there for a 
moment, then shifted his left leg back a bit, and brought his fists up 
in a defensive posture.  "Ranma Saotome, of the Saotome School of 
Indiscriminate Grappling, I challenge you to The Duel!" the figure 
shouted.

	Ranma stared at his opponent's face, gazing into his steel eyes, 
and started to smirk.  "Great.  I thought you would never stop posing.  
I thought for a moment I was in Fist of the Northstar." he quipped as he 
slid into an easy stance, all his weight on the balls of his feet to 
allow for quick movement.

	Although Ranma maintained the arrogant smile, he was quaking on 
the inside.  This was the person that gave Martial Arts to the people of 
Earth in the first place.  No one knew why, and he wasn't talking.
-- 
JD Farber
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Scream 'Love' to someone
In your own way
Swear 'Peace' to someone
This is Bravery

-Akuma to Tenshi no Kiss