The King of Iron Fist Tournament had come to the Caucasus for the first time. Heihachi Mishima, in his endless hunger for power, had heard the legends of the Svaneti Strikers —mountain warriors who could shatter stone with their palms. So he sent his Zaibatsu jets, built a stage over the old Soviet market, and invited the best killers from every kutkhi of Georgia.
“Next time,” he mouthed.
He crashed through the barrier. Out cold. tekken qartulad
“Let him go,” Tamar shouted in Georgian. “Ga usheni!” The King of Iron Fist Tournament had come
The announcer’s voice, now soft, said one final thing: in his endless hunger for power