03-06-2009, 01:35 AM
One less round occupied the makeshift satchel the Saiyan had constructed to keep his ammunition in line; this meant one less body he'd receive bounty on. Instinctively he went for the obvious route, ditching the gun after emptying its newly reloaded chamber and packing the precious dart away. Ares would have to directly inject the darts into the convicts if he was to ensure success.
He could hear the approach of the man onto his position that left him with little time to act with any justice to his normally spot-on tactics. From the elbow down his arms began to blister with heat, fumes rising to form a light shroud above the skin complimenting the whipping streams already dissipating into the air above.
Caution would play no role to Dimitri's act for once the point of his toe crept into the hunter's field of vision all sense of stealth went to hell.
Leaping backwards with only a few seconds to spare, the true blood Saiyan narrowly avoided the crashing fist roaring through the very wall he stood behind. Ares halted in the hall in order for his prey to observe the technique of his demise...
"Fate comes in but one flavor... zesty." the fighter proclaimed, steam rising from the warrior's flesh about his knuckles as a noticeably reddened aura seem to pronounce the forearms. Tilting his head with a newly aroused grin caught Dimitri off-guard as the Saiyan shot towards him, right fist drawn back tight to his waist till coming in range by which it then ripped up in an upper cut.
Dimitri easily bent back missing the motion of the attack in time to throw one of his own towards Ares' exposed midriff, striking the tensed muscle strangely already prepared for the impact. In a fluid motion Ares reached out to grab hold of the boy's wrist with his free hand, pulling himself off the end of it; he turned, flinging the Saiyan back down the hall with the full degree of his strength through a door into a small office space nearly taking out Koku who ducked into a room nearby.
Ares wasted no time now freed from dealing with the prey looming over his actions, quickly plowing a fist down through the floorboards beneath him to burrow a hole big enough for the teen's body to pass without much effort. He covered the entry with a bit of cloth cut from the tents back at the camp he had brought along before dropping down into the room below.
Down the hall Kokukashin peered out from his cover to make eye contact with the recovering Saiyan pulling himself from the rubble. "You alright?"
"Yeah, just don't lose track of him!" the elder warrior nodded quickly making his way down back towards the room the battle had taken place in, slowing his steps to a crawl with the noticeable lack of a target. "He's gone." he called back.
"Chicken shit loser." Dimi growled.
Ares levitated down lightly landing in the room below as to not draw much attention to his position. From the room he had just vacated came the footfalls of the targets; they would be upon him in a matter of seconds and another round of grappling didn't feel to be in the best interest of an easy catch. Though thinking back their initial arrival hadn't the most strategic nor beneficial to their goal of taking these convicts in alive but little could be down now; he would have to make due with the situation at hand. With any luck this encounter wouldn't trickle down to a one sided brawl.
Hurrying through the door into the hall there was little space for error, turning every so often to blast another few entry points through the various halls and room in a very intentionally sporadic style.
Caution to his step, Koku glanced over an empty room with no sign of the hunter to be seen. Behind him entered the Dimitri still riled who surveyed equally displeased. "Where did he..." the Saiyan who had been at odds with the assailant muttered more to himself than his cohort.
"Maybe he gave up?" Koku submitted.
"Not likely," Dimitri scrutinized the scene to the very last detail, walking over to the strange piece of cloth out of place in the empty room. Lifting it he instantly angled himself for a better view of the room below through the hole. "He's beneath us!"
Before a move could be made a rumbling shook the integrity of the building down to its very core as shots echoed from all around; Ares had dismantled a wide array of the walls and supports below, working his way out back into the open again.
Gradually silence returned to the groaning structure.
"Ready for negotiations?" using the streets as his soapbox, Ares stood out in the open confidently.
"Is he screwing with us?" the younger full-blood questioned turning to the other in attempt to decipher this turn of events. Koku shrugged. Disdainful of the proposition with the confidence of their numbers against the warrior, Dimitri retorted jeeringly. "Save it, your word is no better than you are."
Igniting another sphere of ki within his clutch Ares shrugged half-heartedly. "Suit yourself." flinging the ball masterfully through one of the entry points he had made navigated the blast against the last remaining beams bearing the structure's weight. All at once the rooms inside began to crumble from the floor up to where the pair had situated themselves inside.
The youth crouched snatching up from his supplies two darts to each hand as he readied for their enviable escape out. If two thrown wouldn't be enough then the ones he would personally deliver would seal the deal.
He could hear the approach of the man onto his position that left him with little time to act with any justice to his normally spot-on tactics. From the elbow down his arms began to blister with heat, fumes rising to form a light shroud above the skin complimenting the whipping streams already dissipating into the air above.
Caution would play no role to Dimitri's act for once the point of his toe crept into the hunter's field of vision all sense of stealth went to hell.
Leaping backwards with only a few seconds to spare, the true blood Saiyan narrowly avoided the crashing fist roaring through the very wall he stood behind. Ares halted in the hall in order for his prey to observe the technique of his demise...
"Fate comes in but one flavor... zesty." the fighter proclaimed, steam rising from the warrior's flesh about his knuckles as a noticeably reddened aura seem to pronounce the forearms. Tilting his head with a newly aroused grin caught Dimitri off-guard as the Saiyan shot towards him, right fist drawn back tight to his waist till coming in range by which it then ripped up in an upper cut.
Dimitri easily bent back missing the motion of the attack in time to throw one of his own towards Ares' exposed midriff, striking the tensed muscle strangely already prepared for the impact. In a fluid motion Ares reached out to grab hold of the boy's wrist with his free hand, pulling himself off the end of it; he turned, flinging the Saiyan back down the hall with the full degree of his strength through a door into a small office space nearly taking out Koku who ducked into a room nearby.
Ares wasted no time now freed from dealing with the prey looming over his actions, quickly plowing a fist down through the floorboards beneath him to burrow a hole big enough for the teen's body to pass without much effort. He covered the entry with a bit of cloth cut from the tents back at the camp he had brought along before dropping down into the room below.
Down the hall Kokukashin peered out from his cover to make eye contact with the recovering Saiyan pulling himself from the rubble. "You alright?"
"Yeah, just don't lose track of him!" the elder warrior nodded quickly making his way down back towards the room the battle had taken place in, slowing his steps to a crawl with the noticeable lack of a target. "He's gone." he called back.
"Chicken shit loser." Dimi growled.
Ares levitated down lightly landing in the room below as to not draw much attention to his position. From the room he had just vacated came the footfalls of the targets; they would be upon him in a matter of seconds and another round of grappling didn't feel to be in the best interest of an easy catch. Though thinking back their initial arrival hadn't the most strategic nor beneficial to their goal of taking these convicts in alive but little could be down now; he would have to make due with the situation at hand. With any luck this encounter wouldn't trickle down to a one sided brawl.
Hurrying through the door into the hall there was little space for error, turning every so often to blast another few entry points through the various halls and room in a very intentionally sporadic style.
Caution to his step, Koku glanced over an empty room with no sign of the hunter to be seen. Behind him entered the Dimitri still riled who surveyed equally displeased. "Where did he..." the Saiyan who had been at odds with the assailant muttered more to himself than his cohort.
"Maybe he gave up?" Koku submitted.
"Not likely," Dimitri scrutinized the scene to the very last detail, walking over to the strange piece of cloth out of place in the empty room. Lifting it he instantly angled himself for a better view of the room below through the hole. "He's beneath us!"
Before a move could be made a rumbling shook the integrity of the building down to its very core as shots echoed from all around; Ares had dismantled a wide array of the walls and supports below, working his way out back into the open again.
Gradually silence returned to the groaning structure.
"Ready for negotiations?" using the streets as his soapbox, Ares stood out in the open confidently.
"Is he screwing with us?" the younger full-blood questioned turning to the other in attempt to decipher this turn of events. Koku shrugged. Disdainful of the proposition with the confidence of their numbers against the warrior, Dimitri retorted jeeringly. "Save it, your word is no better than you are."
Igniting another sphere of ki within his clutch Ares shrugged half-heartedly. "Suit yourself." flinging the ball masterfully through one of the entry points he had made navigated the blast against the last remaining beams bearing the structure's weight. All at once the rooms inside began to crumble from the floor up to where the pair had situated themselves inside.
The youth crouched snatching up from his supplies two darts to each hand as he readied for their enviable escape out. If two thrown wouldn't be enough then the ones he would personally deliver would seal the deal.