12-07-2004, 11:23 PM
Krillin glanced at Nappa under furrowed brow, and glanced back over to Kirano and the bunch.
"Very well. I will fight you one-on-one. Understand, however, that I refuse to stray to far from our pack. If your attempt is to divide us, and then pounce, you are sadly mistaken."
Krillin looked for first movement from Nappa, and caught it with a arrogant nod. Krillin lunged with a flying kick, knocking the wind and a huge quantity of spit from the saiya-jin's mouth. Another kick and punch was enough to easily knock the large brute to the ground.
Krillin again became overcome with the coldness, feeling it creep through his soul and into his limbs. Nothing was on his mind except the death of this saiya-jin. He concentrated his Ki, and focused it at his outstretched hands. The still wind began to blow from the large amount of spiritual energy contracted in such a small area. Screaming, Krillin unleashed it all in the form of Ki blasts, firing one after another after another. Most missed, but it was the few that hit that did the difference. The saiya-jin could he heard screaming from within, at which point Krillin stopped.
Perhaps it was the purging of the build-up of Ki in his body that caused it, or perhaps the sight of the torn, bleeding saiya-jin. Whatever it was, Krillin began to feel life in his soul once more, and he saw what he had done. He walked up to the saiya-jin, held his hand out in an aggressive stance and began to charge up more Ki.
"Saiya-jin. Before you die, I will tell you this. You will be the first blood on my hands. Never before have I killed someone. Had you not directly assaulted my life, I might let you live. But you have no option of surrender now. Pray to Kami, or to God, or to nothing of that is your desire. I wish you luck in the afterlife, and may you not burn to fiercely in hell. Farewell, Saiya-jin," Krillin said, in a tone unlike him.
Krillin nonchalantly charged up his Destructo Disk, held it high, and brought it down fiercely.
"Very well. I will fight you one-on-one. Understand, however, that I refuse to stray to far from our pack. If your attempt is to divide us, and then pounce, you are sadly mistaken."
Krillin looked for first movement from Nappa, and caught it with a arrogant nod. Krillin lunged with a flying kick, knocking the wind and a huge quantity of spit from the saiya-jin's mouth. Another kick and punch was enough to easily knock the large brute to the ground.
Krillin again became overcome with the coldness, feeling it creep through his soul and into his limbs. Nothing was on his mind except the death of this saiya-jin. He concentrated his Ki, and focused it at his outstretched hands. The still wind began to blow from the large amount of spiritual energy contracted in such a small area. Screaming, Krillin unleashed it all in the form of Ki blasts, firing one after another after another. Most missed, but it was the few that hit that did the difference. The saiya-jin could he heard screaming from within, at which point Krillin stopped.
Perhaps it was the purging of the build-up of Ki in his body that caused it, or perhaps the sight of the torn, bleeding saiya-jin. Whatever it was, Krillin began to feel life in his soul once more, and he saw what he had done. He walked up to the saiya-jin, held his hand out in an aggressive stance and began to charge up more Ki.
"Saiya-jin. Before you die, I will tell you this. You will be the first blood on my hands. Never before have I killed someone. Had you not directly assaulted my life, I might let you live. But you have no option of surrender now. Pray to Kami, or to God, or to nothing of that is your desire. I wish you luck in the afterlife, and may you not burn to fiercely in hell. Farewell, Saiya-jin," Krillin said, in a tone unlike him.
Krillin nonchalantly charged up his Destructo Disk, held it high, and brought it down fiercely.
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