Crouching in the corner of the Amazon River Basin, Blanka furiously swiped at the oncoming threat. Whatever humanoid this was–be it Guile, Ken, or Ryu–would not break his resolve, regardless of the elegant combos inputted his way. This basic attack was crude, sloppy, and showed none of the finesse a proper Street Fighter should have. If he was lucky, Blanka would occasionally erupt in ...[Read More]