01-10-2005, 05:45 AM
"Burn."
Bardock dashed forward, strong arm cocked and ready to deliver the final blow. Kayoden braced himself for the impact, completely unaware of his foe's plot. Two steps away from contact, the Saiya-jin suddenly stopped in his tracks. Piles of dust formed around his halted feet as he skidded the last few inches of distance that covered their separation. It appeared as though he would first strike with his right arm, the one that held more power. With a side motion and a slight turning of his boots, Bardock quickly shifted his momentum down-left, preparing for a south paw uppercut. Unfortunately, the humanoid had not anticipated this, and therefore had no physical or mental preparation for a defense against the rope-a-dope. Blazing flames contacted his clothing around his abdominal region, burning through the cloth with insatiable hunger. The fire burned the second it embraced his fragile skin, sending excruciating negative charges through his pain receptors. They say that a single moment has the potential to define your entire life. Such it was for the fated Kayoden. Disoriented, Bardock flew in for the kill with his reared back right arm. A dazzling blur of ambience followed his fist as the fiery knuckles met the metal ring around the opponent's neck. Somewhere deep within the alloy, a signal went off, sure that its slave was attempting to free himself from its inescapable grip. The Saiyan had not even fully followed through with his attack before the unfortunate fighter before him was reduced to little more than particles of dust, leaving nothing but the hated metal object responsible for his untimely demise. Bardock's face was full of passion, the passion of the fight, and no remorse was to be found from him. To fight was to inevitably kill, and although to kill was to be sinful, it was mandated to those who lived through combat.
Straightening himself out, Bardock exhaled deeply. How long it had been since he had fought as a mortal. Adrenaline still coursed his veins in sheer delight of the transpired event. He could feel his very strength and potential grow because of it. So caught up was he that he did not realize that he was host to a spectator. It was his rented scouter that pointed out the intruding presence. Sunlight shined on the tan fighter's face. He lifted his chin up to absorb its warmth before slowly turning his head. Bardock was no longer in prime condition to fight. His senses detected that this fighter before him would not have provided much difficulty had he been in top condition, but fatigue and short-term planning was going to take what it was due. Bardock had not expected back-to-back battles. He needed rest, and more than that he needed to enter a bunker. He was alive for another day, but a future in this tournament was not looking too certain for him now. The brawler turned his entire body and began walking towards this new challenge, tail flickering anxiously.
There's no way I can finish another battle before this day passes. I'm not strong enough for a quick victory. Damn. I can't run away, I'm no coward. But I'll get dusted...I'll end up just like Kayoden, and I won't go down that way. Fuck! What am I supposed to do? his mind raced. Although his thoughts were uncertain, he made it a point to show no reflection of his inner mind on his face. Cool, calm, confident. Stand like iron before a storm.
Within moments, Bardock had traversed the mass that fell between the two fighters. Upon scrutiny of this prowler, he was surprised to find that a Saiyan female was what stood in his path. The ape had not come across one of his own in the line of scrimmage for quite some time.
"So, I take it you've come to challenge me?" he asked casually. Without even waiting for an answer, he continued. "Well if that's the case, then you're going to have to wait. I'm heading for the nearest bunker. If you really want to get killed that badly, you can stick around."
With that, he said no more. He stared hard into the other Saiya-jin's eyes. Something was off. Bardock couldn't quite figure it out, but for some reason this one piqued his interest.
OOC: Take it away, Sel.
Bardock dashed forward, strong arm cocked and ready to deliver the final blow. Kayoden braced himself for the impact, completely unaware of his foe's plot. Two steps away from contact, the Saiya-jin suddenly stopped in his tracks. Piles of dust formed around his halted feet as he skidded the last few inches of distance that covered their separation. It appeared as though he would first strike with his right arm, the one that held more power. With a side motion and a slight turning of his boots, Bardock quickly shifted his momentum down-left, preparing for a south paw uppercut. Unfortunately, the humanoid had not anticipated this, and therefore had no physical or mental preparation for a defense against the rope-a-dope. Blazing flames contacted his clothing around his abdominal region, burning through the cloth with insatiable hunger. The fire burned the second it embraced his fragile skin, sending excruciating negative charges through his pain receptors. They say that a single moment has the potential to define your entire life. Such it was for the fated Kayoden. Disoriented, Bardock flew in for the kill with his reared back right arm. A dazzling blur of ambience followed his fist as the fiery knuckles met the metal ring around the opponent's neck. Somewhere deep within the alloy, a signal went off, sure that its slave was attempting to free himself from its inescapable grip. The Saiyan had not even fully followed through with his attack before the unfortunate fighter before him was reduced to little more than particles of dust, leaving nothing but the hated metal object responsible for his untimely demise. Bardock's face was full of passion, the passion of the fight, and no remorse was to be found from him. To fight was to inevitably kill, and although to kill was to be sinful, it was mandated to those who lived through combat.
Straightening himself out, Bardock exhaled deeply. How long it had been since he had fought as a mortal. Adrenaline still coursed his veins in sheer delight of the transpired event. He could feel his very strength and potential grow because of it. So caught up was he that he did not realize that he was host to a spectator. It was his rented scouter that pointed out the intruding presence. Sunlight shined on the tan fighter's face. He lifted his chin up to absorb its warmth before slowly turning his head. Bardock was no longer in prime condition to fight. His senses detected that this fighter before him would not have provided much difficulty had he been in top condition, but fatigue and short-term planning was going to take what it was due. Bardock had not expected back-to-back battles. He needed rest, and more than that he needed to enter a bunker. He was alive for another day, but a future in this tournament was not looking too certain for him now. The brawler turned his entire body and began walking towards this new challenge, tail flickering anxiously.
There's no way I can finish another battle before this day passes. I'm not strong enough for a quick victory. Damn. I can't run away, I'm no coward. But I'll get dusted...I'll end up just like Kayoden, and I won't go down that way. Fuck! What am I supposed to do? his mind raced. Although his thoughts were uncertain, he made it a point to show no reflection of his inner mind on his face. Cool, calm, confident. Stand like iron before a storm.
Within moments, Bardock had traversed the mass that fell between the two fighters. Upon scrutiny of this prowler, he was surprised to find that a Saiyan female was what stood in his path. The ape had not come across one of his own in the line of scrimmage for quite some time.
"So, I take it you've come to challenge me?" he asked casually. Without even waiting for an answer, he continued. "Well if that's the case, then you're going to have to wait. I'm heading for the nearest bunker. If you really want to get killed that badly, you can stick around."
With that, he said no more. He stared hard into the other Saiya-jin's eyes. Something was off. Bardock couldn't quite figure it out, but for some reason this one piqued his interest.
OOC: Take it away, Sel.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Pass you by, good-bye to you=_
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_