04-06-2009, 11:55 AM
Before Zena even realised, a large, pale hand grasped hold of her, lifting her off the ground by her blue T-Shirt, the fabric around the neck area of the top, tearing and thus hanging loosely from around her neck. Her legs dangled above the ground as his determined, coal black eyes locked onto hers. She was conscious enough to understand that his free hand, which had formed a clenched fist, was heading towards her face. The princess did not believe she had ever felt a punch so hard before and she knew that she could not withstand another. She needed a number of physical attributes in order to defeat the behemoth, such as speed and agility, but she knew raw strength was not included.
First things first, she needed to get out of this uncomfortable situation. Swiftly, she raised her knees, pressing them against his abdomen, while she forced herself backwards.
Rip.
The T-Shirt shredded; a piece from her top within his right palm while his offensive fist caught nothing but air. With a growl, he tossed the piece of cloth into the ground.
“I’m the one who should me mad; this was a custom made T-shirt,” she frowned, taking what was left of it from her body and aggressively throwing it onto the ground in front of her, revealing a white, linen fitted vest with dry crimson stains underneath. She was fully conscious now and not only that, but she was fully focused with a look of intensity in her eyes as she entered a fighting stance, fists tightly balled.
She had a plan, but in order for it to work, she needed the pale droid to come towards her. With a ghoulish groan it lunged forward and that was when she disappeared, causing the large foe to miss its target again. She reappeared behind it and slammed her elbow hard into the back of his head, causing him to arch forwards.
That’s it? she asked herself, as her mouth went agape. She had thrown her hardest elbow at the back of his head and yet the Frankenstein had been immune by it. Had the pale creature had an ego like hers, he would have been amused by the fact that she could not harm him.
An elbow could not take him down, but she had to believe a multiple of shots would, so therefore she rushed towards him, fists cocked back. He swung his right arm clockwise while he spun to face her in a quick motion. She ducked and yelped while she jerked her head backwards from a glancing blow from his left fist, which had caused the tip of her nose to tingle.
He went on the offensive this time, throwing punch after punch towards the female, who weaved. Although each of them missed, the thrust he put behind each punch was so powerful that she could feel the breeze against her cheeks as they continuously sliced through the air of Kai Demolic’s underground, demonic playground.
Zena had discovered earlier on that her ability to fly had somehow been restricted. She was sure Kai had intentionally made it that way through the use of a gravity field, in order to prevent anyone from trying to escape from the island. It was not a clever move on Kai’s part; it was just common sense that people with flight would try to escape. Although she was unable to fly, she was still capable of levitating, so therefore, she made the most out of what she was able to do by lifting her feet off the ground, tilting backwards while she began soaring backwards. She had trouble digesting what happened next; he too took off from the ground.
“What?” she uttered, her ocean blue eyes seeming as if they were going to pop out of their sockets.
Unbelievable… he can levitate too, she thought, as he soared towards her.
A few moments after he gave chase, she realised that no matter what how long the creation planned on pursuing her, it could never catch up to her. “Sorry Frank,” she smirked arrogantly.
With a murmur, it increased its speed. The smirk on her face vanished as she realised its speed had matched hers. She could understand the android matching the speed of Sage and Ashe, but not her.
No way.
The western wall was quickly approaching behind her. She could see it from the corner of her right eye. Zena had a plan. Once she was inches away from the wall, she turned anticlockwise. Just as she predicted, the foe slammed into the wall with a loud thud, cracking the bricks, which constructed the wall, as he fell to the ground. She was sure the groan, which had escaped its mouth, was one of agony, while it had closed its eyes for a moment and then reopened them. It had finally been hurt, and to her pleasure, its head had been split open, as a little trail of blood made its way down its forehead. The marvellous creation had shown a weakness, overzealousness.
This was her moment. She could not let Kai’s creation get up. She had to put it out of commission right this moment, so that she could get back to her sister and Ashe. They needed her in order to survive. The realisation of that made her even more determined to hurry up about it. A crystal coloured aura burst to life around her while the large droid rose to one foot. “Dyaaaaurgh!” she roared, as her palms lit up with golden ki. The German originated android was a lot quicker than Zena had predicted and could have moved out the way in time to avoid what was heading its way, but instead, it took on the onslaught, which was a barrage of ki orbs she had let loose. Either it was pretty stupid or it truly believed it could overpower the orbs. This was not the time to converse energy. She was willing to expend as much amount as ki as possible in order to win. After all, who knew what was out there confronting her sister and the other girl?
Her arms continued to go back and forth as she continued her destruction, the explosion forming a dome. Just as she was about to cease firing, a figure emerged through the thickening of the lightshow. With a mighty roar, a fist rocketed forward, catching her in her temple, the force, sending her backwards, her body bouncing on the floor before coming to a halt. The hulking form of the Frankenstein stood furiously over the female. Its black blazer was shredded and burnt and crispy, just as its trousers were and it was cut in many places.
Zena was conscious enough to realise that the pale droid was standing over her because she could hear its heavy breathing, even over the sounds of the warm, flickering flames behind them. The large android picked her off the ground once again, this time wrapping its large hand around her neck while doing so. Her eyes slowly opened to view his. It did not have enough strength to lift her off the ground with one hand like before. Frank managed to raise her to the tips of her dirty, brown sneakers, which once upon a time were white. Although the princess’ aura began to fade due to the vast amount of ki, which had leaked out of her, she still had fight in her.
Looks like I won’t be ‘just behind’ you girls, she realised.
Her head lazily tilted backwards as it cocked his right fist back once more. A buzz from further down the south of the room caught its attention, causing it to pause and turn its attention towards the door, while Zena placed both of her hands around his pale wrist, struggling for air, while she squint her eyes. The female warrior was not done, as a matter of fact, the defiant girl had another plan ready to execute. It seemed the Frankenstein’s motive to destroy her had changed as it angrily faced a group of soldiers who had stormed their way into the room. The monster threw Zena down to the ground as they closed in.
“That’s enough Frank! We’ll take it from here now,” one of them said to the android, pointing his laser gun at it. Some more of Kai’s minions had their weapons aimed at the behemoth while others had their weapons aimed at Zena, who slowly rose to sit up on the ground, a hand caressing her sore neck. “Move and we’ll shoot!” another said to her.
“Tch,” she croaked with a frown. “You’re rudely interrupting.”
“Too bad,” the same man said.
The Frankenstein however, was just as disappointed. Neither it nor Zena had wanted their fight to conclude this way. Anger swelled within the droid once more as it refused to cooperate, rushing towards the leading soldier who instinctively let his gun go off. The laser rocketed forward, impaling the large android. Zena watched in disgust as it dropped to the floor, wriggling about and grunting aggressively like an animal in agony. It was just as she had told her sister Sage. Life was not fair, and that was why Zena was the way she was, cold. Being nice got you nowhere. She had grown to understand that a long time ago.
More soldiers moved onto the droid, which still continued to struggle restlessly against the pain, as it bled from its torso, while the others kept their eyes and weapons on the princess in case she tried anything stupid.
Whatever happens to me, I’ll need you to be strong, Sage.
First things first, she needed to get out of this uncomfortable situation. Swiftly, she raised her knees, pressing them against his abdomen, while she forced herself backwards.
Rip.
The T-Shirt shredded; a piece from her top within his right palm while his offensive fist caught nothing but air. With a growl, he tossed the piece of cloth into the ground.
“I’m the one who should me mad; this was a custom made T-shirt,” she frowned, taking what was left of it from her body and aggressively throwing it onto the ground in front of her, revealing a white, linen fitted vest with dry crimson stains underneath. She was fully conscious now and not only that, but she was fully focused with a look of intensity in her eyes as she entered a fighting stance, fists tightly balled.
She had a plan, but in order for it to work, she needed the pale droid to come towards her. With a ghoulish groan it lunged forward and that was when she disappeared, causing the large foe to miss its target again. She reappeared behind it and slammed her elbow hard into the back of his head, causing him to arch forwards.
That’s it? she asked herself, as her mouth went agape. She had thrown her hardest elbow at the back of his head and yet the Frankenstein had been immune by it. Had the pale creature had an ego like hers, he would have been amused by the fact that she could not harm him.
An elbow could not take him down, but she had to believe a multiple of shots would, so therefore she rushed towards him, fists cocked back. He swung his right arm clockwise while he spun to face her in a quick motion. She ducked and yelped while she jerked her head backwards from a glancing blow from his left fist, which had caused the tip of her nose to tingle.
He went on the offensive this time, throwing punch after punch towards the female, who weaved. Although each of them missed, the thrust he put behind each punch was so powerful that she could feel the breeze against her cheeks as they continuously sliced through the air of Kai Demolic’s underground, demonic playground.
Zena had discovered earlier on that her ability to fly had somehow been restricted. She was sure Kai had intentionally made it that way through the use of a gravity field, in order to prevent anyone from trying to escape from the island. It was not a clever move on Kai’s part; it was just common sense that people with flight would try to escape. Although she was unable to fly, she was still capable of levitating, so therefore, she made the most out of what she was able to do by lifting her feet off the ground, tilting backwards while she began soaring backwards. She had trouble digesting what happened next; he too took off from the ground.
“What?” she uttered, her ocean blue eyes seeming as if they were going to pop out of their sockets.
Unbelievable… he can levitate too, she thought, as he soared towards her.
A few moments after he gave chase, she realised that no matter what how long the creation planned on pursuing her, it could never catch up to her. “Sorry Frank,” she smirked arrogantly.
With a murmur, it increased its speed. The smirk on her face vanished as she realised its speed had matched hers. She could understand the android matching the speed of Sage and Ashe, but not her.
No way.
The western wall was quickly approaching behind her. She could see it from the corner of her right eye. Zena had a plan. Once she was inches away from the wall, she turned anticlockwise. Just as she predicted, the foe slammed into the wall with a loud thud, cracking the bricks, which constructed the wall, as he fell to the ground. She was sure the groan, which had escaped its mouth, was one of agony, while it had closed its eyes for a moment and then reopened them. It had finally been hurt, and to her pleasure, its head had been split open, as a little trail of blood made its way down its forehead. The marvellous creation had shown a weakness, overzealousness.
This was her moment. She could not let Kai’s creation get up. She had to put it out of commission right this moment, so that she could get back to her sister and Ashe. They needed her in order to survive. The realisation of that made her even more determined to hurry up about it. A crystal coloured aura burst to life around her while the large droid rose to one foot. “Dyaaaaurgh!” she roared, as her palms lit up with golden ki. The German originated android was a lot quicker than Zena had predicted and could have moved out the way in time to avoid what was heading its way, but instead, it took on the onslaught, which was a barrage of ki orbs she had let loose. Either it was pretty stupid or it truly believed it could overpower the orbs. This was not the time to converse energy. She was willing to expend as much amount as ki as possible in order to win. After all, who knew what was out there confronting her sister and the other girl?
Her arms continued to go back and forth as she continued her destruction, the explosion forming a dome. Just as she was about to cease firing, a figure emerged through the thickening of the lightshow. With a mighty roar, a fist rocketed forward, catching her in her temple, the force, sending her backwards, her body bouncing on the floor before coming to a halt. The hulking form of the Frankenstein stood furiously over the female. Its black blazer was shredded and burnt and crispy, just as its trousers were and it was cut in many places.
Zena was conscious enough to realise that the pale droid was standing over her because she could hear its heavy breathing, even over the sounds of the warm, flickering flames behind them. The large android picked her off the ground once again, this time wrapping its large hand around her neck while doing so. Her eyes slowly opened to view his. It did not have enough strength to lift her off the ground with one hand like before. Frank managed to raise her to the tips of her dirty, brown sneakers, which once upon a time were white. Although the princess’ aura began to fade due to the vast amount of ki, which had leaked out of her, she still had fight in her.
Looks like I won’t be ‘just behind’ you girls, she realised.
Her head lazily tilted backwards as it cocked his right fist back once more. A buzz from further down the south of the room caught its attention, causing it to pause and turn its attention towards the door, while Zena placed both of her hands around his pale wrist, struggling for air, while she squint her eyes. The female warrior was not done, as a matter of fact, the defiant girl had another plan ready to execute. It seemed the Frankenstein’s motive to destroy her had changed as it angrily faced a group of soldiers who had stormed their way into the room. The monster threw Zena down to the ground as they closed in.
“That’s enough Frank! We’ll take it from here now,” one of them said to the android, pointing his laser gun at it. Some more of Kai’s minions had their weapons aimed at the behemoth while others had their weapons aimed at Zena, who slowly rose to sit up on the ground, a hand caressing her sore neck. “Move and we’ll shoot!” another said to her.
“Tch,” she croaked with a frown. “You’re rudely interrupting.”
“Too bad,” the same man said.
The Frankenstein however, was just as disappointed. Neither it nor Zena had wanted their fight to conclude this way. Anger swelled within the droid once more as it refused to cooperate, rushing towards the leading soldier who instinctively let his gun go off. The laser rocketed forward, impaling the large android. Zena watched in disgust as it dropped to the floor, wriggling about and grunting aggressively like an animal in agony. It was just as she had told her sister Sage. Life was not fair, and that was why Zena was the way she was, cold. Being nice got you nowhere. She had grown to understand that a long time ago.
More soldiers moved onto the droid, which still continued to struggle restlessly against the pain, as it bled from its torso, while the others kept their eyes and weapons on the princess in case she tried anything stupid.
Whatever happens to me, I’ll need you to be strong, Sage.