12-20-2006, 02:42 AM
The shade of darkness had set the ultimate scene to diminish the effects of the revolting war of its actual harsh reality. It's murkiness was conveyed throughout the warzone, but one particular creature was unaffected by it. His stature was defined and placed himself in the focal point of the battilion of Dante soldiers. The unidentified soldier gazed at the visual of the armies almost thrusting themselves into one another with blood and sweat flinging upon their bodies.
They combated against the Outcast invaders with resiliancy with trepidation numbed by the overshadow of sheer bravery. Victory was undetermined at this rate, but their pride could never be properly challenged. Dante had confined themselves in confidence and reputation; no one could deny them the achievements of the days of Dante Abyss: Conquest. No one. Another battle however had snatched his attentiveness from the masses engulfing him, one of incredible significance.
In the distance of this confrontation was the dim view of two warriors of immense proportions. A battle between two creatures that could very well reconfigure the entire predictions of this outcome and one that would replenish the amazement of this war. The saiya-jin commander, Broli, held his cranium at a pride angle with his golden hair glimmering miraculously through the shunning sunlight. His eyes were in possession of a particular warrior, leader of the Outcasts, Android-17. The android was a query to the Dante leaders, only defined as a query through them.
Their pre-battle rituals were moments of halting while exchanging only glances of ferocious intimidation in attempts to incapacitate one another through a game of mental assault. The unknown warrior's feet delicately placed themselves through the interior of the fortress with his words entering the region of both commanders.
"We've solidified our mark upon this world - the possibility of failure is only faded with unimportance through our accomplishments. Whether the blood of either of us fall upon this ground, the name Dante will forever rest upon your lips and the wounds we give will forever be existent." The silence of his foot steps were noted, but his demonic voice triggered a notice of arrogance from him by Android-17. Vejita I introduced himself with a sheer motion of his hand.
His effortless mocking signal could only be described as of which was shown to royalty, with a slight bow accompanied with it. The saiya-jin's lips curled hideously with his wrinkles constructing only a solidifcation of his overwhelming confidence for this battle. With his tattered clothes clinging by the sheer threads of fabric, his face blemished by the blood of anonymous men, and the indications of his sleep deprivation, he placed himself into a position of a lack of focus.
The commanders of Dante were situated along one another and both reassured one another with a slight nod of equal respect. It was bizarre to King Vejita; displaying any miniature form of respect to the saiya-jin warrior Broli. He was once a creature of less value to him and realizing his inferiority to himself being that he wasn't in possession of royal blood. However, this competition had established a sense of equality between them with both presenting their qualities to each other.
Broli had commanded upon the forces of his unit with absolute perfection in Vejita's interpretation, and had entitled himself once again as a trusting companion as he had years ago during Dante's Abyss 05'. If not for this dominating demon portruding from the dorment layers of his soul, perhaps, he would even go as far as to sacrifice his own self for the safety of this saiya-jin.
OOC: Yeah, yeah, bad RP. Eat me.
They combated against the Outcast invaders with resiliancy with trepidation numbed by the overshadow of sheer bravery. Victory was undetermined at this rate, but their pride could never be properly challenged. Dante had confined themselves in confidence and reputation; no one could deny them the achievements of the days of Dante Abyss: Conquest. No one. Another battle however had snatched his attentiveness from the masses engulfing him, one of incredible significance.
In the distance of this confrontation was the dim view of two warriors of immense proportions. A battle between two creatures that could very well reconfigure the entire predictions of this outcome and one that would replenish the amazement of this war. The saiya-jin commander, Broli, held his cranium at a pride angle with his golden hair glimmering miraculously through the shunning sunlight. His eyes were in possession of a particular warrior, leader of the Outcasts, Android-17. The android was a query to the Dante leaders, only defined as a query through them.
Their pre-battle rituals were moments of halting while exchanging only glances of ferocious intimidation in attempts to incapacitate one another through a game of mental assault. The unknown warrior's feet delicately placed themselves through the interior of the fortress with his words entering the region of both commanders.
"We've solidified our mark upon this world - the possibility of failure is only faded with unimportance through our accomplishments. Whether the blood of either of us fall upon this ground, the name Dante will forever rest upon your lips and the wounds we give will forever be existent." The silence of his foot steps were noted, but his demonic voice triggered a notice of arrogance from him by Android-17. Vejita I introduced himself with a sheer motion of his hand.
His effortless mocking signal could only be described as of which was shown to royalty, with a slight bow accompanied with it. The saiya-jin's lips curled hideously with his wrinkles constructing only a solidifcation of his overwhelming confidence for this battle. With his tattered clothes clinging by the sheer threads of fabric, his face blemished by the blood of anonymous men, and the indications of his sleep deprivation, he placed himself into a position of a lack of focus.
The commanders of Dante were situated along one another and both reassured one another with a slight nod of equal respect. It was bizarre to King Vejita; displaying any miniature form of respect to the saiya-jin warrior Broli. He was once a creature of less value to him and realizing his inferiority to himself being that he wasn't in possession of royal blood. However, this competition had established a sense of equality between them with both presenting their qualities to each other.
Broli had commanded upon the forces of his unit with absolute perfection in Vejita's interpretation, and had entitled himself once again as a trusting companion as he had years ago during Dante's Abyss 05'. If not for this dominating demon portruding from the dorment layers of his soul, perhaps, he would even go as far as to sacrifice his own self for the safety of this saiya-jin.
OOC: Yeah, yeah, bad RP. Eat me.