Disclaimer: If I owned Fatal Fury, I would have had no need to write this drabble. :D

Broken Wings

Geese raises his hand, and the force which is emitting from his palm sends her stumbling back to the window. The metaphorical bars of her cage shatter, the glass falls as she does. Steadily, beautifully, and in what feels like slow motion. Agonizingly slow, possibly more painful than the struggle to regain her breathing.

For one blissful moment she is happy, for she has gained the freedom Terry fought so hard to obtain for her.

The happiness is short lived. She realizes something horrifying as falls further from the sky, closer to the ground, out of reach of her beloved.

Birds with broken wings cannot fly.