10-22-2005, 02:45 PM
Piccolo Daimaou had no clue what had happened to his companions, but they were mercilessly attacking him. Everything was a distorted blur. He would go one way, intense pain would occur somewhere on his body, and then he would suddenly go the other way with more critical pain. His outlook was very bleak; he knew he would probably be killed by the insane fighters he was now facing.
The jade Namekian was withering on the ground in incredible pain, and his attackers were just laughing maniacally at him. They were firing Ki at him without halting, and weren't giving him any quarter. Finally they stopped, and Seventeen walked slowly over to check out the half-dead Namekian.
"Are you dead yet?" The maddened machine asked too nicely for the situation, looking over Daimaou. Blood was trickling just about everywhere on him and his once fine clothes were horribly torn and ragged. Seventeen just laughed as he saw Daimaous chest heaving up and down in an attempt to pull in as much air as possible. "No?" The crazy machine questioned rhetorically, blasting his foot hard into the Namekian's injured side. Biting his lip, he was determined not to scream out in pain. Yelling would just give his opponents the satisfaction they wanted.
He went to kick the Namekian again, but the emerald educator grabbed his foot. Heaving heavily, he managed to flip things around in a strange move, and seventeen was on his back. Quickly firing a Ki blast at his face and turning, he faced Piccolo. The enraged Namekian was charging upon him, his great aura sending sparks chaotically around. Getting ready, he started to charge a Masenko energy wave to stop his Namekian opponent in his tracks.
Bringing his arms to his forehead, he started to charge his yellow energy. He brought his deformed hands forward, and roared as he started to release his built up power, "Masenko! Ah!" He felt a boot connect with the small of his back, and he was knocked forward rapidly towards the younger Namekian. Bringing his fist up in an almost laughable way, he simply let Daimaou run into it, and the Jade Namekian fell comically, his feet still going forward, but his head slamming the ground.
Groaning, he tried to get up. He felt a hand grab the back of his neck. It pulled him up quickly, and then dropped him suddenly on his sore feet. Turning, Piccolo had picked him up, and was grinning at him. He almost smiled, and then the Namekian's anger came surging back, his kind deposition had disappeared, but this time in the form of a Masenko. In smashed hard into his already blood covered stomach, and the searing hot energy launched him high into the still air. The Masenko just wouldn't let go of him, sending spikes of hot pain into his nerves. Daimaou finally pushed off of it, and slid underneath it. Plummeting towards the earth, he felt something grab him once again before he hit the ground.
Seventeen had grabbed him, and put him in a full nelson. Piccolo walked up laughing, cracked his knuckles, and unleashed a seemingly unstopping volley of punches and kicks to his older counterparts exposed chest and stomach. Piccolo Daimaou bit his lip, trying once again not to scream in the agony. Seventeen let him go, and booted Daimaou away.
This time his body hugged the ground and the friction stopped him from going more then a few meters. Even though this was helpful, he created a giant scrape mark where he had skidded. Letting go of his own lip, he felt something in his mouth. Spitting out, a bit of blood came trickling from the bite in his lip. Gasping slightly, he stood back up. He knew he was done for, but he wouldn?t let himself go down without a fight, it was in his warrior nature.
Both attackers were on either side of him. Piccolo Daimaou quickly devised a tactic he had used in similar two versus one situation. Both warriors, on queue, charged hard at Daimaou, in an attempt to sandwich him. At the last second, the jade Namekian jumped high, but his attempt was foiled. They both just turned on a dime, and looked up.
Cursing, he stared back down as both warriors started to gather energy again. Android seventeen rushed to meet him, and they gripped hands together, in a kind of lock. Piccolo Daimaou pushed hard, but he had no leverage, being without both thumbs on each hand. Android seventeen easily overpowered him, and sent him even farther skyward.
Piccolo saw this, and started firing Ki bolts randomly in Daimaous direction. Seventeen jumped out of the way, and Piccolo started to fire even more madly. Most of the balls hit the elder Namekian in the spray that the younger one had sent them. Explosions could be heard from where they were standing, but Piccolo Daimaou couldn?t hear them. He was going deaf from all the explosions that had been right beside him.
Slamming the ground hard, he looked slowly up. Both warriors were standing beside him, looking down at him. Piccolo Daimaou found it slightly funny, he had never paid attention to little sayings?but the one, ?You are your worst enemy,? came up here. Piccolo looked incredibly similar to him, and he was getting the crap beat out of him by his counterpart.
Glancing at the battle charger, he noticed that his time was half done. Cursing, he saw that both his opponents had brought there legs back, getting ready to kick. In a team attack fashion, he was beaten into the air, and rocks and dust were sent after him. Being nailed in the head by a rock, he started to spin slowly.
Starting to fall to the earth again, he slammed the ground even harder than before, and stared back up. Both warriors were once again standing there, staring at their beaten down opponent. He almost curled into a ball for protection, but he didn?t want to give his sadistic opponents the satisfaction.
Piccolo Daimaou closed his eyes, and he prepared himself for the next attack that would come at him.
(Ooc: Second post...I'm so screwed =P)
The jade Namekian was withering on the ground in incredible pain, and his attackers were just laughing maniacally at him. They were firing Ki at him without halting, and weren't giving him any quarter. Finally they stopped, and Seventeen walked slowly over to check out the half-dead Namekian.
"Are you dead yet?" The maddened machine asked too nicely for the situation, looking over Daimaou. Blood was trickling just about everywhere on him and his once fine clothes were horribly torn and ragged. Seventeen just laughed as he saw Daimaous chest heaving up and down in an attempt to pull in as much air as possible. "No?" The crazy machine questioned rhetorically, blasting his foot hard into the Namekian's injured side. Biting his lip, he was determined not to scream out in pain. Yelling would just give his opponents the satisfaction they wanted.
He went to kick the Namekian again, but the emerald educator grabbed his foot. Heaving heavily, he managed to flip things around in a strange move, and seventeen was on his back. Quickly firing a Ki blast at his face and turning, he faced Piccolo. The enraged Namekian was charging upon him, his great aura sending sparks chaotically around. Getting ready, he started to charge a Masenko energy wave to stop his Namekian opponent in his tracks.
Bringing his arms to his forehead, he started to charge his yellow energy. He brought his deformed hands forward, and roared as he started to release his built up power, "Masenko! Ah!" He felt a boot connect with the small of his back, and he was knocked forward rapidly towards the younger Namekian. Bringing his fist up in an almost laughable way, he simply let Daimaou run into it, and the Jade Namekian fell comically, his feet still going forward, but his head slamming the ground.
Groaning, he tried to get up. He felt a hand grab the back of his neck. It pulled him up quickly, and then dropped him suddenly on his sore feet. Turning, Piccolo had picked him up, and was grinning at him. He almost smiled, and then the Namekian's anger came surging back, his kind deposition had disappeared, but this time in the form of a Masenko. In smashed hard into his already blood covered stomach, and the searing hot energy launched him high into the still air. The Masenko just wouldn't let go of him, sending spikes of hot pain into his nerves. Daimaou finally pushed off of it, and slid underneath it. Plummeting towards the earth, he felt something grab him once again before he hit the ground.
Seventeen had grabbed him, and put him in a full nelson. Piccolo walked up laughing, cracked his knuckles, and unleashed a seemingly unstopping volley of punches and kicks to his older counterparts exposed chest and stomach. Piccolo Daimaou bit his lip, trying once again not to scream in the agony. Seventeen let him go, and booted Daimaou away.
This time his body hugged the ground and the friction stopped him from going more then a few meters. Even though this was helpful, he created a giant scrape mark where he had skidded. Letting go of his own lip, he felt something in his mouth. Spitting out, a bit of blood came trickling from the bite in his lip. Gasping slightly, he stood back up. He knew he was done for, but he wouldn?t let himself go down without a fight, it was in his warrior nature.
Both attackers were on either side of him. Piccolo Daimaou quickly devised a tactic he had used in similar two versus one situation. Both warriors, on queue, charged hard at Daimaou, in an attempt to sandwich him. At the last second, the jade Namekian jumped high, but his attempt was foiled. They both just turned on a dime, and looked up.
Cursing, he stared back down as both warriors started to gather energy again. Android seventeen rushed to meet him, and they gripped hands together, in a kind of lock. Piccolo Daimaou pushed hard, but he had no leverage, being without both thumbs on each hand. Android seventeen easily overpowered him, and sent him even farther skyward.
Piccolo saw this, and started firing Ki bolts randomly in Daimaous direction. Seventeen jumped out of the way, and Piccolo started to fire even more madly. Most of the balls hit the elder Namekian in the spray that the younger one had sent them. Explosions could be heard from where they were standing, but Piccolo Daimaou couldn?t hear them. He was going deaf from all the explosions that had been right beside him.
Slamming the ground hard, he looked slowly up. Both warriors were standing beside him, looking down at him. Piccolo Daimaou found it slightly funny, he had never paid attention to little sayings?but the one, ?You are your worst enemy,? came up here. Piccolo looked incredibly similar to him, and he was getting the crap beat out of him by his counterpart.
Glancing at the battle charger, he noticed that his time was half done. Cursing, he saw that both his opponents had brought there legs back, getting ready to kick. In a team attack fashion, he was beaten into the air, and rocks and dust were sent after him. Being nailed in the head by a rock, he started to spin slowly.
Starting to fall to the earth again, he slammed the ground even harder than before, and stared back up. Both warriors were once again standing there, staring at their beaten down opponent. He almost curled into a ball for protection, but he didn?t want to give his sadistic opponents the satisfaction.
Piccolo Daimaou closed his eyes, and he prepared himself for the next attack that would come at him.
(Ooc: Second post...I'm so screwed =P)