"Now! Fire!" Kokukashin and Dimitri were as one entity of great power when a surge of bluey-white energy soared through the stagnant air towards Ares.
Ares was on his feet. As the pure energy pursued its crash course he was now prepared - as if something had beckoned him to move, the halfbreed jumped out of the way and demonstrated tremendous mental prowess under stress by flinging four tranquilizers out at his dual opponents.
Dimitri saw the tranquilizers moving towards him and imitated Ares' motion by diving. There was an untraceable feeling of elation as the danger passed over the full-breed that prepared him for more fighting with a surge of adrenaline. The empty way his brain seemed to be working on its own was mysterious but familiar to Dimitri - it was the sensation brought to anyone of saiyan descent by a thrill-filled fight.
He deftly moved to his feet and began running forward in one fluid motion with his feet pounding against the now-cleared pavement whose debris had been swept up in the action. Ares' eyes met with his own while he sprinted forward, growing closer and narrowing while the distance between them was bridged. The halfling threw his arm up, open handed to defend against Dimi's strike. The bloodlust had taken effect in him by this stage, however, and Dimitri perceived this motion.
Upon reaching Ares, Dimi hurled a fist at Ares' nose to be the harbinger of pain and a hand at Ares' own to be the stifler of retaliation. The hunter's eyes widened with sudden surprise while Dimi's hands moved methodically. The moment passed without struggle and Ares' face played pincushion to Dimitri's white knuckles. He was knocked backward but barked out with ferocity because he had a grip on the full-blooded saiyan's forearm. He jerked him in an arc.
Dimitri flew in a dizzying arc that put him in a heap on top of a nearby ruined car. He lied on its hood composing himself before the visage of Ares suddenly appeared above him, tainted hair-color waving in the wind: the proof that he was not of true blood in Dimitri's eyes. Even so, he proved a worth-while opponent. His face contorted in rage as an enormous motion brought a tranquilizer down at Dimitri's neck.
The saiyan rolled off the hood while hearing a highly dangerous thud behind him that signaled the syringe had plunged into metal. A curse rang out indignantly behind him while Dimi scurried forward without thought. His body was behaving on its own.
He got to his feet and turned to see Kokukashin struggling with Ares', a syringe of his own in one hand that he had probably gathered from Ares' earlier strike. Ares was growling fiercely as he struggled with the hand bearing down venomously on him, the stinger gleaming deviously. The halfling yelled suddenly and kicked in the style of a mule, both in stubbornness and physicality. His kick connected with Koku and lifted him off his feet.
Ares remained panting on the hood of the car where the struggle had taken place.
Dimi jumped onto its roof and murmured in a low voice, "I'm sick of you, half-blooded scum. I think it's time that you see the face of a true saiyan warrior."
He stomped down at Ares' head but not quickly enough. Ares tugged his body down at the perfect instant and fell to the ground before anxiously jolting away from his dual attackers. Dimi and Kokukashin were both hasty to pursue, however, and Dimitri tugged the syringe Ares had failed to remove from the hood of the car out for his own use before running forward.
Ares turned to stand his ground while meeting eyes with Kokukashin and Dimitri, each holding a syringe of their own, prey supplied by their hunter in a horrible irony. He cursed out loud at his own luck while looking at the two.
"You made a mistake by coming here," said Dimitri in a low tone. "I cannot stress enough that we will not roll over and die here. We are fighting not just for money at this point, but for our lives. For answers. I could carry on without a second thought if I killed you now. You are just a hurtle to me, on my run to the finish line, halfling. Just scum to be scraped up and tossed with the rest of the scum. You will die here."
He lifted his syringe, as did Kokukashin, and they moved forward ominously.
Ares was on his feet. As the pure energy pursued its crash course he was now prepared - as if something had beckoned him to move, the halfbreed jumped out of the way and demonstrated tremendous mental prowess under stress by flinging four tranquilizers out at his dual opponents.
Dimitri saw the tranquilizers moving towards him and imitated Ares' motion by diving. There was an untraceable feeling of elation as the danger passed over the full-breed that prepared him for more fighting with a surge of adrenaline. The empty way his brain seemed to be working on its own was mysterious but familiar to Dimitri - it was the sensation brought to anyone of saiyan descent by a thrill-filled fight.
He deftly moved to his feet and began running forward in one fluid motion with his feet pounding against the now-cleared pavement whose debris had been swept up in the action. Ares' eyes met with his own while he sprinted forward, growing closer and narrowing while the distance between them was bridged. The halfling threw his arm up, open handed to defend against Dimi's strike. The bloodlust had taken effect in him by this stage, however, and Dimitri perceived this motion.
Upon reaching Ares, Dimi hurled a fist at Ares' nose to be the harbinger of pain and a hand at Ares' own to be the stifler of retaliation. The hunter's eyes widened with sudden surprise while Dimi's hands moved methodically. The moment passed without struggle and Ares' face played pincushion to Dimitri's white knuckles. He was knocked backward but barked out with ferocity because he had a grip on the full-blooded saiyan's forearm. He jerked him in an arc.
Dimitri flew in a dizzying arc that put him in a heap on top of a nearby ruined car. He lied on its hood composing himself before the visage of Ares suddenly appeared above him, tainted hair-color waving in the wind: the proof that he was not of true blood in Dimitri's eyes. Even so, he proved a worth-while opponent. His face contorted in rage as an enormous motion brought a tranquilizer down at Dimitri's neck.
The saiyan rolled off the hood while hearing a highly dangerous thud behind him that signaled the syringe had plunged into metal. A curse rang out indignantly behind him while Dimi scurried forward without thought. His body was behaving on its own.
He got to his feet and turned to see Kokukashin struggling with Ares', a syringe of his own in one hand that he had probably gathered from Ares' earlier strike. Ares was growling fiercely as he struggled with the hand bearing down venomously on him, the stinger gleaming deviously. The halfling yelled suddenly and kicked in the style of a mule, both in stubbornness and physicality. His kick connected with Koku and lifted him off his feet.
Ares remained panting on the hood of the car where the struggle had taken place.
Dimi jumped onto its roof and murmured in a low voice, "I'm sick of you, half-blooded scum. I think it's time that you see the face of a true saiyan warrior."
He stomped down at Ares' head but not quickly enough. Ares tugged his body down at the perfect instant and fell to the ground before anxiously jolting away from his dual attackers. Dimi and Kokukashin were both hasty to pursue, however, and Dimitri tugged the syringe Ares had failed to remove from the hood of the car out for his own use before running forward.
Ares turned to stand his ground while meeting eyes with Kokukashin and Dimitri, each holding a syringe of their own, prey supplied by their hunter in a horrible irony. He cursed out loud at his own luck while looking at the two.
"You made a mistake by coming here," said Dimitri in a low tone. "I cannot stress enough that we will not roll over and die here. We are fighting not just for money at this point, but for our lives. For answers. I could carry on without a second thought if I killed you now. You are just a hurtle to me, on my run to the finish line, halfling. Just scum to be scraped up and tossed with the rest of the scum. You will die here."
He lifted his syringe, as did Kokukashin, and they moved forward ominously.
"Maria..."
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"...my star...'"
"...my star...'"
Quote:frickinegg 4:46 pm
To me, the thread is less about criticizing/defending Avatar and more about wondering how stoned Jack was when he saw the movie/made the thread.