Ryu didn't move. He didn't rush the man; he didn't even seem to be doing much other than thinking. The entire world disappeared to him as he thought through something.
And then it happened.
Iam grinned as though he felt it before it came. And then, a palm descended from the skies above, smashing him into a bloody pulp.
Iam was no more. His body, soul, and even the Karmic Flames that had once been burning him to ash from the inside out were all gone.
Ryu continued to stand there, staring at the palm that ripped through the platform.
That aura…
Was that him?
He certainly hadn't moved just now, but he could feel when something was himself and when it wasn't.
Had that palm come from the future? Or the past? And… why?
Iam's words all seemed to imply that Ryu would kill him for some reason or another, but Ryu himself had a hard time fathoming why it was that he would just fall into the schemes of someone else just because.
