12-08-2006, 02:53 AM
Holding both hands together, Broli unleashed a ki blast into the sky. It ripped through the air, dissipating into nothingness in the biosphere above them. On the other side of the battlefield, the King Vegeta stood attentively. That was the signal. ?Prepare to attack,? he announced, the otherwise lax soldiers shaking from their dreamy states of boredom. ?Snipers, focus on the exposed troops at the top of the tower,? he furthered his command.
Broli nodded to his men, and with spirits high, the march begin. Their pace was slow at first, the Fusion unit sharing in their movements by beginning their advance as well. Between them waited Syntech, no doubt nervous beyond belief. They swarmed the tower, attempting to defend both sides of the attack. The heavy footsteps of Dante pounded in their ears, their weapons ready in their hands as the battle for the survival of Syntech was about to begin.
The two units of Dante moved in perfect coordination, their pace quickening to a short run as the distance from Syntech shortened. ?For Dante!? they roared, crashing into the soldiers of Syntech. In an instant, dozens of men lost their lives, their eyes fading to blackness as they fell to the soft, snowy earth. Broli ducked the swing of a sword, pushing his fist into the stomach of his attacker. Grabbing the soldier by the wrist, he swung the sword into another Syntechee, proceeding to finish off his original opponent with an elbow to the jaw. Picking up the sword as his own, Broli sliced through two additional soldiers, his eyes scanning the warriors around him. Though the sound of clinging weapons and armor, along with the screams of death and agony, saturated the air, Broli?s thoughts were clear. He was looking for the one warrior that he needed to fight, the person responsible for holding Syntech together.
?Vegeta!? he screamed, sidestepping a blow from a soldier and counterattacking with a successful strike of his own. ?Where are you, Prince of Saiyans?!? Through the thickness of the fray, he knew that the Syntech Commander was there. His heart lusted for the opportunity to fight the warrior known as Vegeta, the man who had, in his mind, betrayed his race by spitting in the faces of the Dante Commanders. Vegeta deserved nothing short of death. He had disgraced the Saiya-Jin race.
?Vegeta! Face me!? Burori continued to roar, battling his way through the thickness of the Syntech army. His men fought at his side, the Dante forces pushing to encircle the tower and squelch their enemy once and for all. Chippings of wood and stone fell upon them as sniper fire pelted the top of the tower relentlessly. This battle could not go on for long. Victory was in sight for Dante. If they could simply finish this battle, Syntech would be gone, and it would be Dante that would claim their territory. Still, the warriors of Dante were not to be caught looking ahead. They focused on the battle at hand, each giving it their all in order to consummate the victory of Dante.
?Prince of Saiyans! Come to me!?
Broli nodded to his men, and with spirits high, the march begin. Their pace was slow at first, the Fusion unit sharing in their movements by beginning their advance as well. Between them waited Syntech, no doubt nervous beyond belief. They swarmed the tower, attempting to defend both sides of the attack. The heavy footsteps of Dante pounded in their ears, their weapons ready in their hands as the battle for the survival of Syntech was about to begin.
The two units of Dante moved in perfect coordination, their pace quickening to a short run as the distance from Syntech shortened. ?For Dante!? they roared, crashing into the soldiers of Syntech. In an instant, dozens of men lost their lives, their eyes fading to blackness as they fell to the soft, snowy earth. Broli ducked the swing of a sword, pushing his fist into the stomach of his attacker. Grabbing the soldier by the wrist, he swung the sword into another Syntechee, proceeding to finish off his original opponent with an elbow to the jaw. Picking up the sword as his own, Broli sliced through two additional soldiers, his eyes scanning the warriors around him. Though the sound of clinging weapons and armor, along with the screams of death and agony, saturated the air, Broli?s thoughts were clear. He was looking for the one warrior that he needed to fight, the person responsible for holding Syntech together.
?Vegeta!? he screamed, sidestepping a blow from a soldier and counterattacking with a successful strike of his own. ?Where are you, Prince of Saiyans?!? Through the thickness of the fray, he knew that the Syntech Commander was there. His heart lusted for the opportunity to fight the warrior known as Vegeta, the man who had, in his mind, betrayed his race by spitting in the faces of the Dante Commanders. Vegeta deserved nothing short of death. He had disgraced the Saiya-Jin race.
?Vegeta! Face me!? Burori continued to roar, battling his way through the thickness of the Syntech army. His men fought at his side, the Dante forces pushing to encircle the tower and squelch their enemy once and for all. Chippings of wood and stone fell upon them as sniper fire pelted the top of the tower relentlessly. This battle could not go on for long. Victory was in sight for Dante. If they could simply finish this battle, Syntech would be gone, and it would be Dante that would claim their territory. Still, the warriors of Dante were not to be caught looking ahead. They focused on the battle at hand, each giving it their all in order to consummate the victory of Dante.
?Prince of Saiyans! Come to me!?