Area B: Day Four

[Kami]

The old Namek was caught off guard by the sudden tackle he recieved from the girl. She appeared to be having trouble seeing at the moment and thought maybe she had him confused with someone else. She pounded away on him as he lay down in the dirt, tears flying from her cheeks with each successive blow. It wasn't hurting too bad, but Kami needed her to get off of him. Being face down in the dirt was no fun, so he put his hands up and pushed up hard and fast in a push up motion to try and get the girl off balance. She teetered as he made his manuver and with a sharp twist at the waist Kami had knocked the girl to one side.

They both got to their feet, Kami looking confused more than anything else. It was obvious something happened to her eyes, so she must be relying on what little sight she had and her ki sense. She came running right back at him, screaming out while she charged. Kami remained calm as she blindly ran at him (no pun intended) throwing punches in a fit of pure emotional distress. He remembered days when he had just wanted to smash the ever loving crap out of something - and it looked like she was having one of those days.

His eyes narrowed, he wasn't sure if she really wanted a fight or if this was that "PMS" he kept hearing about. She threw punches, and Kami dodged them. As he held off her attack he took note of her abilities, and saw that he was significantly more powerful than she was, even without transforming he still had a nice sized advantage.

Teeth clentched almost as tight as he fists, Pan swung away at the Namek, trying her damnedest to connect. She threw kicks and punches, but it felt like she was hitting nothing but air. The blocking had stopped...was he dodging everything? Then she felt a tap at her shoulder and knew exactly who it was.

"Look girl..." Kami started. She whipped around to face him, even with her handicapped sight, it just felt more natural. "You do not know who you are dealing with right now. You are also in no condition to be of any good to any one in a fight, let alone yourself. If you want to fight me, you can, but you won't win. Seeing as how I seem to not be the cold hearted killer type, although I am in this tournament, I'm going to give you a chance to surrender to me right now. You get to leave and get some help for your eyes, I don't have to kill you and everyone goes on their merry way. So...what is it going to be?"

OOC: I wasn't sure if you wanted to fight or not...so I leave it to you to decide, I'm game either way. And yea, I went to the Northwest bunker, not whatever I said before...