01-22-2006, 09:15 PM
His mind was perfectly clear on what to do.
However, his vision was less then good. Piccolo Daimoun hadn't known that this would have been his destination, yet he kept going. The speeds at which he was going were causing his eyes to start watering, and he could see the other players, zooming around chaotically.
Garlic had gone upon him, and he was no fighter. Unleashing a hard kick into his back, the green alien was sent flying in a undetermined destination, yelling while spinning strangely through the air.
Garlic began to charge for another attack, but a ball of bright light shot out from nowhere, and managed to hit the Demon while he was looking away.
Shaking off his distress, the elder Namekian could see a large ball flying through the air at reduced speed as it hadn't been touched in a bit.
The whole arena kept swimming around him with the two balls zooming around, followed by five other players with two stationary ones, the only thing that the jade Namekian could see cleanly.
Grabbing the large ball was out of the question. He would have to change its direction by smacking it around. His eyes narrowing slightly, his eyebrows now simply a sponge for the sweat his face was letting out, he flew towards the large Bol-katchin at his highest speed.
Nearing it, he knew that holding onto it would only allow him to become a part of the ball. He would have to punch it in a mid-air flight. Bringing an arm back, he quickly found out he had taken too long.
The teal colored Demon that he had encountered before had gotten there first, and kicked the ball out of the way of the punch. The green Players fist entered open space, and Garlic moved around it to get open for a pass. The ball of unbreakable metal had been recieved by a young looking boy, with short black hair.
As the half Saiyan had the ball approach him, he started to charge some energy together. The slug like alien could quickly conclude that this game was all about passing and angles. Therefore, he had to wonder how he could include the rest of his team.
Goten released the patch of energy he had been charging up behind his head. With perfect precision, the ball of ki smacked the ball in such a way that it moved back towards Garlic, who was in the way of the spheres movement.
Piccolo Daimoun heard a scream from behind him, and he turned to whip around. He saw the Bol-Titanium flying at his head, and he was petrified. Bringing a leg back he kicked it, hopefully, in the direction of his short, human teammate.
Yajirobe had expected the ball to come straight at him, but the Bol-Titanium flew quite off. Hurtling down towards the ground, the earthling moved at his high velocities to counter the ball to another teammate. Landing on the ground, he charged a bolt of energy together.
He was barely visible to the jade Namekian, but he could hear him scream out an inaudible syllable. A ball that would rival in size that of the Bol-Titanium flew towards the hard sphere, and it smacked with a satisfying metal ring.
The ball was moving back towards the elder Namekian, and the net was in sight. Twisting his body as to get better leverage in a hard kick towards that net. With a satisfying thud it was on target, however the pain is his foot was all that rushed to his mind.
The artifial being was completely ready for anything that the green player could dish out. Bringing an arm back, he managed to punch the ball straight back towards the slug like Alien. He hadn't notcied it until it was too late, and the ball smoked him hard, straight down towards the ground.
In a daze, Piccolo Daimoun just lied there, trying to get his bearings. The beating he had recieved form this vicious game was starting to effect his mind in a harsh negative way.
Slowly standing up, he took to the air, ready to continue the game.
(Ooc: Sorry about the delay, and I hope I RPed right.)
However, his vision was less then good. Piccolo Daimoun hadn't known that this would have been his destination, yet he kept going. The speeds at which he was going were causing his eyes to start watering, and he could see the other players, zooming around chaotically.
Garlic had gone upon him, and he was no fighter. Unleashing a hard kick into his back, the green alien was sent flying in a undetermined destination, yelling while spinning strangely through the air.
Garlic began to charge for another attack, but a ball of bright light shot out from nowhere, and managed to hit the Demon while he was looking away.
Shaking off his distress, the elder Namekian could see a large ball flying through the air at reduced speed as it hadn't been touched in a bit.
The whole arena kept swimming around him with the two balls zooming around, followed by five other players with two stationary ones, the only thing that the jade Namekian could see cleanly.
Grabbing the large ball was out of the question. He would have to change its direction by smacking it around. His eyes narrowing slightly, his eyebrows now simply a sponge for the sweat his face was letting out, he flew towards the large Bol-katchin at his highest speed.
Nearing it, he knew that holding onto it would only allow him to become a part of the ball. He would have to punch it in a mid-air flight. Bringing an arm back, he quickly found out he had taken too long.
The teal colored Demon that he had encountered before had gotten there first, and kicked the ball out of the way of the punch. The green Players fist entered open space, and Garlic moved around it to get open for a pass. The ball of unbreakable metal had been recieved by a young looking boy, with short black hair.
As the half Saiyan had the ball approach him, he started to charge some energy together. The slug like alien could quickly conclude that this game was all about passing and angles. Therefore, he had to wonder how he could include the rest of his team.
Goten released the patch of energy he had been charging up behind his head. With perfect precision, the ball of ki smacked the ball in such a way that it moved back towards Garlic, who was in the way of the spheres movement.
Piccolo Daimoun heard a scream from behind him, and he turned to whip around. He saw the Bol-Titanium flying at his head, and he was petrified. Bringing a leg back he kicked it, hopefully, in the direction of his short, human teammate.
Yajirobe had expected the ball to come straight at him, but the Bol-Titanium flew quite off. Hurtling down towards the ground, the earthling moved at his high velocities to counter the ball to another teammate. Landing on the ground, he charged a bolt of energy together.
He was barely visible to the jade Namekian, but he could hear him scream out an inaudible syllable. A ball that would rival in size that of the Bol-Titanium flew towards the hard sphere, and it smacked with a satisfying metal ring.
The ball was moving back towards the elder Namekian, and the net was in sight. Twisting his body as to get better leverage in a hard kick towards that net. With a satisfying thud it was on target, however the pain is his foot was all that rushed to his mind.
The artifial being was completely ready for anything that the green player could dish out. Bringing an arm back, he managed to punch the ball straight back towards the slug like Alien. He hadn't notcied it until it was too late, and the ball smoked him hard, straight down towards the ground.
In a daze, Piccolo Daimoun just lied there, trying to get his bearings. The beating he had recieved form this vicious game was starting to effect his mind in a harsh negative way.
Slowly standing up, he took to the air, ready to continue the game.
(Ooc: Sorry about the delay, and I hope I RPed right.)