Day Five: Afternoon

[Kami]

Another day rolled on, another update came from the goons running the tournament. The body count rised, and Kami still felt like he hadn't accomplished anything. Sure, he had gunned down one wounded competetor as he crawled around in the dirt. It was a very unsatisfying kill, there was no battle, no struggle. Simply a sigh and a squeeze was all it took and there was one less fighter milling about on the island. His crippling injury still nagged at him physically and mentally. Had he been in better shape, maybe he and Raditzu could have duked it out in the middle of the island, give the pillars of heaven a good shake and call it a day regardless of the results.

Instead he dragged a survival bag behind him, a ki pistol tucked into his belt and a ki machine gun being brought along in another hand. He was glad he had it, for it made up for some of the inadaquacies of being a broken man. The sun was starting to hang low in the sky, meaning another day was nearing a close. He hoped things would soon move to a different format to try and speed up the tournament's results. He wasn't sure if that would really work to his advantage but at this point he didn't really care. If he had to fight everyone against his crippled, yet super powered ass, then so be it.

He'd give them the best cripple fight they'd ever seen.

Because he was one of the best warriors they had ever seen, and he needed to prove that to himself once again.