02-12-2005, 05:40 AM
INTRO:
He could feel the energy coursing through his veins, priming for attack. Bardock was prepared to unleash a more serious assault on his opponent, the femme fatale Android 18. A moment like this was paramount in determining how effective the degree of such a manuever like this would be. It could almost be considered tactical, if the Saiyan even knew he was doing it. Upon reaching climax of the gathering, the old brawler prepared to fire, every muscle tensing up in anticipation. One more second and...she was gone. But not just her...everything! The humid forest was replaced by an elegantly crafted stadium. Hundreds and hundreds of stone tiers encircled the marvelous ampitheater, filled with thousands upon thousands of screaming fans, each one more diverse than the next. Their lungs cried for battle in this forsaken colosseum of blood, demanding a grandstand for their own selfish entertainment. Bardock found himself in the middle of a large ring that had obviously seen battle before. The tiles of mineral matter beneath his feet were cracked and crumbled in numerous areas, their remaining clay materials holding together in defiance of unnatural wear and tear.
The energy attack in his hand was withdrawn, the refined power becoming once again raw Ki to be redefined in any so chosen form.
Damn. Just when it was getting good, he laughed to himself, a little disappointed at the intervention.
The Saiya-jin let his dark eyes gaze upon the roaring crowd, letting the true nature of his transportation sink in. He had been fighting Android 18. Now he was to fight in this Main Arena against another randomly selected aspirant. The members of the Synex corporation demanded it. To him, this was an honor waiting to be embraced.
Surprisingly, he found something clenched in his other hand. Strange, he didn't remember grabbing it. Opening his sunsoaked palm revealed a small bean of seeming insignificance. Bardock was no fool. It was a Senzu, one which he immediately consumed. No other feeling of near-rebirth could ever be felt as when that crunchy edible seed was devoured. Every fiber of muscle in his body expanded and contracted as his power was fully restored, the invigorating life essence overwhelming his fatigued body with indescribable ecstasy. All debility was forgotten, the exhaustion of his physical output a momentary whisper of his recent past. What was left was to identify who he would be fighting. It couldn't have been any worse than his last disputant.
He looked straight ahead and saw nothing but the crowd in front of him. Was this a joke? There was no one there. It took Bardock a couple of moments to scan the entire surface of his new playground. He then discovered his opponent, not ten feet away from him. A young adolescent girl with dishevelled black hair stood boldly in his path. She wore a bandana tied tightly around her eyes, obscuring her face from recognition. Yet somehow, Bardock felt like he knew her. If only he could see her face...he could tell...the thought was brief, and his attention was refocused on the bandana. It occurred to him that the child was blind. Had he been cheated of an honorable death to fight this young wisp of a girl, who was penalized by a distinct disadvantage? The aged Saiyan did not know if he could ever cleanly win a fight like this. It was not so much his conscious that nagged at Bardock, but more his sense of honor. He was conflicted. The Saiyan in him told him that the strong must survive, and those too weak to defend themselves must perish, but whatever morality he had acquired whilst living in the realm of the dead told him that perhaps he should choose an alternate path. He shook his head. This dissension would be resolved at the end of the fight. Bardock could not afford to let himself be distracted from the beginning. The seasoned warrior let the cries of the crowd drown out his mental altercations.
This fight was destined to commence...two had come, and only one would walk away.
OOC: Meh. Long. Your move, Pan.
He could feel the energy coursing through his veins, priming for attack. Bardock was prepared to unleash a more serious assault on his opponent, the femme fatale Android 18. A moment like this was paramount in determining how effective the degree of such a manuever like this would be. It could almost be considered tactical, if the Saiyan even knew he was doing it. Upon reaching climax of the gathering, the old brawler prepared to fire, every muscle tensing up in anticipation. One more second and...she was gone. But not just her...everything! The humid forest was replaced by an elegantly crafted stadium. Hundreds and hundreds of stone tiers encircled the marvelous ampitheater, filled with thousands upon thousands of screaming fans, each one more diverse than the next. Their lungs cried for battle in this forsaken colosseum of blood, demanding a grandstand for their own selfish entertainment. Bardock found himself in the middle of a large ring that had obviously seen battle before. The tiles of mineral matter beneath his feet were cracked and crumbled in numerous areas, their remaining clay materials holding together in defiance of unnatural wear and tear.
The energy attack in his hand was withdrawn, the refined power becoming once again raw Ki to be redefined in any so chosen form.
Damn. Just when it was getting good, he laughed to himself, a little disappointed at the intervention.
The Saiya-jin let his dark eyes gaze upon the roaring crowd, letting the true nature of his transportation sink in. He had been fighting Android 18. Now he was to fight in this Main Arena against another randomly selected aspirant. The members of the Synex corporation demanded it. To him, this was an honor waiting to be embraced.
Surprisingly, he found something clenched in his other hand. Strange, he didn't remember grabbing it. Opening his sunsoaked palm revealed a small bean of seeming insignificance. Bardock was no fool. It was a Senzu, one which he immediately consumed. No other feeling of near-rebirth could ever be felt as when that crunchy edible seed was devoured. Every fiber of muscle in his body expanded and contracted as his power was fully restored, the invigorating life essence overwhelming his fatigued body with indescribable ecstasy. All debility was forgotten, the exhaustion of his physical output a momentary whisper of his recent past. What was left was to identify who he would be fighting. It couldn't have been any worse than his last disputant.
He looked straight ahead and saw nothing but the crowd in front of him. Was this a joke? There was no one there. It took Bardock a couple of moments to scan the entire surface of his new playground. He then discovered his opponent, not ten feet away from him. A young adolescent girl with dishevelled black hair stood boldly in his path. She wore a bandana tied tightly around her eyes, obscuring her face from recognition. Yet somehow, Bardock felt like he knew her. If only he could see her face...he could tell...the thought was brief, and his attention was refocused on the bandana. It occurred to him that the child was blind. Had he been cheated of an honorable death to fight this young wisp of a girl, who was penalized by a distinct disadvantage? The aged Saiyan did not know if he could ever cleanly win a fight like this. It was not so much his conscious that nagged at Bardock, but more his sense of honor. He was conflicted. The Saiyan in him told him that the strong must survive, and those too weak to defend themselves must perish, but whatever morality he had acquired whilst living in the realm of the dead told him that perhaps he should choose an alternate path. He shook his head. This dissension would be resolved at the end of the fight. Bardock could not afford to let himself be distracted from the beginning. The seasoned warrior let the cries of the crowd drown out his mental altercations.
This fight was destined to commence...two had come, and only one would walk away.
OOC: Meh. Long. Your move, Pan.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Pass you by, good-bye to you=_
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_