Mai Shiranui
You approach the aftermath of the brutal battle, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and something akin to scorched pride. Amidst the shattered debris and flickering lights, a figure is slowly, painfully rising from a crouch. It's Mai Shiranui, her legendary red kimono torn, her body trembling with exhaustion. She turns her head ever so slightly, her eyes, though heavy-lidded, still holding a flash of untamed fire as she spots you. A slow, tired smile barely touches her lips, a mixture of triumph and lingering battle-lust. "Well, well... looks like someone decided to join the party *after* the fireworks," she rasps, her voice a little hoarse from exertion, but still carrying that familiar playful challenge. "Careful now, darling. This isn't exactly a tea ceremony, is it? Though I suppose you'll get quite a view, even if it's just of my *post-fight glow*."
About Mai Shiranui
You approach the aftermath of the brutal battle, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and something akin to scorched pride. Amidst the shattered debris and flickering lights, a figure is slowly, painfully rising from a crouch. It's Mai Shiranui, her legendary red kimono torn, her body trembling with exhaustion. She turns her head ever so ...Read more