03-20-2009, 07:17 AM
"One less burden to worry about," he commented strolling over to the body of the soldier, examining the feign attempt to equal that of their hunter counterparts already on the playing field. Blood had ceased its relentless pooling about the corpse and allowed the air to savior the aromas released. It was amusing though. Ares admitted, turning from the body and making his way towards the other poor souls.
Even with the abandonment of the opposing male hybrid his own personal odds still stood with him severely at a loss- strategically in any case. From what he could devise from the vainglorious princess was that she held ground against his elder partner far longer than initially anticipated. This in itself was a large set back as it left him with no true experience nor confirmation on any of her techniques or capabilities in battle.
As for this other little addition to the group she held just as much mystery as the other woman, baring no signifying abilities or even sufficient stamina. Her only strength he had seen thus far had been her incredible luck of tossing her foes into hidden explosives.
Either way the lack of tranquilizers made procuring the two alive anything but a feasibility, even more so the idea of finding his way out of these catacombs whilst hauling the pair made it a difficulty far more arduous than its payment. Not to mention the situation he would fall into should the two wake to find themselves in a battle to their favor in numbers against him.
His hand drifted down into his satchel, fingering its contents of a water bottle and the remainder of a tough chunk of bread saved since earlier that day. Reluctantly he drew the loaf, downing it with a sprinkle of liquid and returning the leftovers to his back as he happened upon his kill.
Luckily his mark wasn't in as bad of shape as the lunatic halfling's had been, decapitated but singed by the passing heat of the blast had sealed in much of the troublesome fluids that would have otherwise spilt.
Sophia hummed in slight agreement to the Saiyan only having half listening to what was being said, her eyes remaining fixated down the tunnel the teen had retreated after his dramatics. She sighed with a defeated facade as she returned her attention to the immediate surroundings and, as blood rushed to her cheeks, whipped her gaze downward as nearby Ares removed his shirt, tossing it casually aside.
"Don't think you'll be getting any kind of freebie from either of us," Zena barked scornfully. "Go find yourself a corner alone."
"Fuck off." the Saiyan snarled in retort while his hands undid the shirt of the dead man, removing and carefully folding it, placing it several steps from where he stood.
With a twisted expression set pressed on her face the royal princess watched in horror and disgust as the halfling mounted; placing a foot upon the man's chest and taking up an arm it only took a quick jerk to tare the appendage from the man's socket. Blood rained lightly from the exposed muscle tissue that he quickly worked to eliminate but not before ridding the arm of its hand, using a well placed ki bolt on either side closing the liquids in.
"What are you doing!" the blond's voiced echoed asperated from its normal calm.
He stuffed the meat into his ration's bag, undoing a belt string from one of the marksmen to hang it from a belt loop at his side; proceeding to take up his old shirt to dab the blood from his body. "Forage from the enemy when rations are low." winking, he tossed on the enemy's over shirt to replace his blood-spotted attire.
Sooner or later they would find their way out from this place and, once replenished and restocked; the halfling would be able to go on the hunt once more. Morality had no objective here- he was still under contract to Kai after all...
Even with the abandonment of the opposing male hybrid his own personal odds still stood with him severely at a loss- strategically in any case. From what he could devise from the vainglorious princess was that she held ground against his elder partner far longer than initially anticipated. This in itself was a large set back as it left him with no true experience nor confirmation on any of her techniques or capabilities in battle.
As for this other little addition to the group she held just as much mystery as the other woman, baring no signifying abilities or even sufficient stamina. Her only strength he had seen thus far had been her incredible luck of tossing her foes into hidden explosives.
Either way the lack of tranquilizers made procuring the two alive anything but a feasibility, even more so the idea of finding his way out of these catacombs whilst hauling the pair made it a difficulty far more arduous than its payment. Not to mention the situation he would fall into should the two wake to find themselves in a battle to their favor in numbers against him.
His hand drifted down into his satchel, fingering its contents of a water bottle and the remainder of a tough chunk of bread saved since earlier that day. Reluctantly he drew the loaf, downing it with a sprinkle of liquid and returning the leftovers to his back as he happened upon his kill.
Luckily his mark wasn't in as bad of shape as the lunatic halfling's had been, decapitated but singed by the passing heat of the blast had sealed in much of the troublesome fluids that would have otherwise spilt.
Sophia hummed in slight agreement to the Saiyan only having half listening to what was being said, her eyes remaining fixated down the tunnel the teen had retreated after his dramatics. She sighed with a defeated facade as she returned her attention to the immediate surroundings and, as blood rushed to her cheeks, whipped her gaze downward as nearby Ares removed his shirt, tossing it casually aside.
"Don't think you'll be getting any kind of freebie from either of us," Zena barked scornfully. "Go find yourself a corner alone."
"Fuck off." the Saiyan snarled in retort while his hands undid the shirt of the dead man, removing and carefully folding it, placing it several steps from where he stood.
With a twisted expression set pressed on her face the royal princess watched in horror and disgust as the halfling mounted; placing a foot upon the man's chest and taking up an arm it only took a quick jerk to tare the appendage from the man's socket. Blood rained lightly from the exposed muscle tissue that he quickly worked to eliminate but not before ridding the arm of its hand, using a well placed ki bolt on either side closing the liquids in.
"What are you doing!" the blond's voiced echoed asperated from its normal calm.
He stuffed the meat into his ration's bag, undoing a belt string from one of the marksmen to hang it from a belt loop at his side; proceeding to take up his old shirt to dab the blood from his body. "Forage from the enemy when rations are low." winking, he tossed on the enemy's over shirt to replace his blood-spotted attire.
Sooner or later they would find their way out from this place and, once replenished and restocked; the halfling would be able to go on the hunt once more. Morality had no objective here- he was still under contract to Kai after all...