10-26-2005, 06:58 PM
A chill rose up the Namekian?s back. His green eyes took in the movements of a dark figure just to the left of Bido. Pushing his new partner out of the way, a large blue blast of ki cleared the two fighters harmlessly. Bido turned to face the Namekian, but found that he had his eyes fixed on a new fighter. A woman.
?Find Toma, then return here.? Piccolo ordered, Bido did not budge. ?NOW!?
A giant gust of wind seemed to pick up as Piccolo yelled. The blonde woman tilted her head back, keeping her golden hair out of her eyes. The Namekian watched intently as Bido finally made a move, but only a slight one. The woman smirked at Bido?s hesitance. Finally. Bido made a break for it, leaving the Namekian to fend for himself against this blonde chick. Laughing as he flew off, Bido could sense the anger within Piccolo.
Slowly the wind died down and the female was no longer tilting her head back. She flexed her powerful hands, letting them clench and unclench. Her cold black eyes stared into his, nothing would be spoken. He knew she was ready to fight, and he was as ready as he could be. Carefully the woman plucked a few strands of golden hair, neatly she placed them behind her ears and made sure they would stay. Her evil smile flashed across her dark lips, and she gave a subtle nod. It was time for the fighting to begin.
Her slender form came searing through the air at him. The ground seemed to crack with the velocity of her passing. She cocked an arm backward and readied her attack. The air seemed to roar from the sheer speed, it sliced apart as her fist shot forward and she was close to his body. Her appendage moved forward and she yelled as her fist collided hard with his jaw, she was fast, too fast for him to even contemplate. Her clenched hand drove hard into the Namekian?s jaw like a hammer to a nail. His jade body was sent twisting one way and he could not help but let the force of the hit take him down. His body hit the ground hard, it bounced and he groaned, rubbing his sore face. The female fighter stood waiting. Piccolo was surprised she would not attack him while he was down. Why wouldn?t she?
Quickly, Piccolo shot in toward her, his muscled arms rippled with intensity. She watched with excitement. He would hit her, he had to. She waited, her eyes widened and her grin grew. Standing in her front stance as his fist came in hard toward her jaw there was a loud sound, as if something had cracked, but it was not such. His fist had hit hard, hard enough to cause a sound from the impact, but not well enough. She let the force push her back ever so lightly, but it did little pain at all. Her smile faded and a frown replaced it. She stared at the Namekian warrior for a moment and then sighed. Though her jaw did sting, she simply ignored it as if it were a bug bite. Quickly she rushed forward to close the gap between them.
The blonde woman?s fingers curled around the top of his clothing and she used all of her speed. Swiftly she made a full circle and tossed him, though he struggled, the kicks hit her with no reaction. Moving quickly behind the flying fighter, she raised both fists high. As he sailed closer, she threw her hands down to smash into his chest. His body sailed at an even faster speed and he could not think quickly enough to make a move. She once more moved with lightening speed below the Namekian and sent a snap kick right into the back of his head. He cried out and found himself now flying forward and seeing the ground rush in toward him. Quietly the battle scene seemed to grow dead. He did not move, and neither did she.
Slowly but surely, the Namekian warrior moved. The woman watched carefully as he picked himself up from the cracked ground and proceeded to wipe his face. He turned to her with a stern look. Suddenly, the woman lifted a hand and motioned for him to attack. Piccolo smirked and suddenly disappeared.
The woman suddenly felt a sharp pain in her face and stumbled back in awe. Piccolo stood breathing deeply, his fist still hovering in the air. Blood dotted his tough scarred hand and the blonde woman started to feel the blood trickling lightly down her lips. She wrinkled her nose and felt a shot of pain fire its way through her face. He had broken her nose. The woman shook with anger.
With a roar of her voice she cried out and sent her hands into his chest. The force knocked the breath out of him as he sailed high and fell hard onto the ground. Her eyes suddenly burned with such annoyance that it could frighten even those who knew her. Uncontrollably she shook and pointed a bloody finger down at his upright form.
?You and your friends shall die.? Spoke the blonde woman threateningly.
Suddenly, the blonde woman vanished from sight, leaving Piccolo alone. Who was this blonde woman? Without warning, Piccolo?s head smacked up against a wall. Separating Bido and the Namekian. Apparently the whole ordeal had happened in Piccolo?s mind, for Bido was still beside the Namekian and he had no damage on his body what so ever.
Placing his hands on the invisible wall, Piccolo soon realized that someone did not want Piccolo and Bido to be together. Shaking his head, Bido smirked.
?Looks like you are on your own Namekian.? Spoke the being that was Bido.
Turning from the green man, Bido flew off, continuing on his own toward the area Bido was in, Piccolo however, was once again alone. Punching the wall, Piccolo was sent crashing to the ground. Smashing violently into the cracked dirt, a large cloud of red dust burst into the air, surrounding the Namekian.
Lifting himself to his feet, the Namekian looked around his surroundings. It was obvious someone wanted Piccolo to be no where near Bido or Toma. He would have to make due alone for now, but where to go now? His scouter couldn?t pick up on any readings nearby, and his ki sense was minimal, after all, he hadn?t had much practice with the technique.
A faint ki signature was off to his far right, but who was it? His scouter was just out of reach to read the ki, it looked like he?d have to move onward alone, surviving by himself. For now at least.
Bursting into the sky, his green aura surrounding his Super Namekian body, the Namekian took to the air moving at incredible speeds. His body separating the wind, Piccolo found himself moving faster than ever. His power was rising nicely on this asteroid, it was a shame he wouldn?t be here long enough to get some serious training done, after all, this was a television show.
Suddenly, a fist shot out of the ground and took a firm grasp around Piccolo?s left leg. The white cracked hand pulled feverishly at his green leg, trying to pull the Namekian into the ground. The jade warrior fought back as hard as he could, making very little lee way against the hand. Finally, flipping backwards, Piccolo pulled the being free of the ground, sending him crashing violently against the hard surface.
Landing daintfullly on his feet, the Namekian looked at his new opposition. The figure was as pale as a ghost and his old decrepit body seemed to be almost identical to one of the zombies Yajirobe had killed back in the abandoned hospital. A look of pure disgust was firmly planted on Piccolo?s face, but that didn?t slow the Namekian any. Concentrating on his form, the Namekian instantly began to shape change into the thing he thought would best defeat this being. He had seen this fighter once, so he wasn?t sure how well this transformation would go, but he had to try.
Pulling in energy from his surroundings, Piccolo?s body began to shift. His green flesh began to glow white and his antenna began to sink into his green skull. His Namekian hands began to shrink and finally, his clothes began to re-form. The Namekian?s head almost looked like a green skunk as white hair began to form on his bald green scalp. A black shirt and red overcoat began to seep from each of the Namekian?s pores. Two gun holsters began to form around Piccolo?s legs and slowly they were filled with handguns. A big sword began to form around the jade warriors back and soon, the transformation was over.
It was almost perfect. His short white hair, his devilish eyes, weapons, and even his body structure were almost exact, the only problem was Piccolo had failed to notice his feet, which still bared his white boots. Shrugging off the missed change, Piccolo began his fight as his newly changed body.
?Dante.? Spoke Piccolo, noticing the confused look on the zombies face.
Running at the zombie, Piccolo slid under the zombies spread leg, pulling his guns out as he slid across the ground. Spinning onto his back, the Namekian fired both full clips into the zombies back, sending the dead being soaring to the ground. Flipping himself to his feet, the Namekian reloaded his weapons, watching the zombie at all times. Suddenly, its body began to sink into the ground and it quickly vanished. Piccolo ran up to where it disappeared into the soil. Nothing was left, no clothes, no blood, nothing.
A sharp pain from behind. Piccolo flipped out of his fall and saw the zombie standing fully erect behind him, his last attack had failed to damage the being at all. Landing on one hand, Piccolo bounce quickly back to his feet, de-holstering both weapons again, remembering this time that it was the head that finished zombies off. Running full speed toward the dead body, the Namekian unloaded two more full clips into the zombie?s head, however, the zombie was still undamaged! Thinking that the zombie would have fallen down, Piccolo fell victim the carcase?s clothesline! The jade warrior flipped violently before smashing hard against the unforgiving ground.
The zombie turned toward Piccolo and went to stomp on his white head, however, the Namekian blocked the attack with crossed arms and spun in a break dance fashion, landing a solid kick to the zombies head, knocking the carcase into the air for only a few seconds, which was enough time for the Namekian to land on his feet and holster his weapons.
Now ready to attack, Piccolo unsheathed his sword this time. Allowing the zombie only seconds to land, Piccolo swung the sword with all of his might, slicing easily through the zombies head, decapitating him instantly. The Namekian spun around and re-sheathed his sword, allowing his body to slowly re-form into his true Namekian form. The entire time Piccolo changed back to Namekian form, he kept a firm gaze on the zombie, who fell to his knees and then to his chest, his head just feet away.
Finally back to his normal self, the Namekian walked up to the zombie head an unleashed a tremendous ki blast upon the head, destroying it almost instantly. Turning back toward the remains, Piccolo watched as it seemed to glow then dissolve into the air as a gust of wind blew it to pieces. The Namekian, still concerned, turned into the wind and looked onward toward his destination. The faint ki signature was still there, however, it wasn?t stationary, it was now moving, either toward him or away, Piccolo?s ki sense left the Namekian unsure. Not wanting to risk losing the signature, Piccolo bound into the air, giving either chase or closure to the distant energy.
OOC: I left the group as well, moving away from everyone.
Side notes: Ok, the first fight against the blonde chick, Piccolo's insane...don't worry.
Second note, was a real fight, so yes, Piccolo is a little tired.
Post Number 2
?Find Toma, then return here.? Piccolo ordered, Bido did not budge. ?NOW!?
A giant gust of wind seemed to pick up as Piccolo yelled. The blonde woman tilted her head back, keeping her golden hair out of her eyes. The Namekian watched intently as Bido finally made a move, but only a slight one. The woman smirked at Bido?s hesitance. Finally. Bido made a break for it, leaving the Namekian to fend for himself against this blonde chick. Laughing as he flew off, Bido could sense the anger within Piccolo.
Slowly the wind died down and the female was no longer tilting her head back. She flexed her powerful hands, letting them clench and unclench. Her cold black eyes stared into his, nothing would be spoken. He knew she was ready to fight, and he was as ready as he could be. Carefully the woman plucked a few strands of golden hair, neatly she placed them behind her ears and made sure they would stay. Her evil smile flashed across her dark lips, and she gave a subtle nod. It was time for the fighting to begin.
Her slender form came searing through the air at him. The ground seemed to crack with the velocity of her passing. She cocked an arm backward and readied her attack. The air seemed to roar from the sheer speed, it sliced apart as her fist shot forward and she was close to his body. Her appendage moved forward and she yelled as her fist collided hard with his jaw, she was fast, too fast for him to even contemplate. Her clenched hand drove hard into the Namekian?s jaw like a hammer to a nail. His jade body was sent twisting one way and he could not help but let the force of the hit take him down. His body hit the ground hard, it bounced and he groaned, rubbing his sore face. The female fighter stood waiting. Piccolo was surprised she would not attack him while he was down. Why wouldn?t she?
Quickly, Piccolo shot in toward her, his muscled arms rippled with intensity. She watched with excitement. He would hit her, he had to. She waited, her eyes widened and her grin grew. Standing in her front stance as his fist came in hard toward her jaw there was a loud sound, as if something had cracked, but it was not such. His fist had hit hard, hard enough to cause a sound from the impact, but not well enough. She let the force push her back ever so lightly, but it did little pain at all. Her smile faded and a frown replaced it. She stared at the Namekian warrior for a moment and then sighed. Though her jaw did sting, she simply ignored it as if it were a bug bite. Quickly she rushed forward to close the gap between them.
The blonde woman?s fingers curled around the top of his clothing and she used all of her speed. Swiftly she made a full circle and tossed him, though he struggled, the kicks hit her with no reaction. Moving quickly behind the flying fighter, she raised both fists high. As he sailed closer, she threw her hands down to smash into his chest. His body sailed at an even faster speed and he could not think quickly enough to make a move. She once more moved with lightening speed below the Namekian and sent a snap kick right into the back of his head. He cried out and found himself now flying forward and seeing the ground rush in toward him. Quietly the battle scene seemed to grow dead. He did not move, and neither did she.
Slowly but surely, the Namekian warrior moved. The woman watched carefully as he picked himself up from the cracked ground and proceeded to wipe his face. He turned to her with a stern look. Suddenly, the woman lifted a hand and motioned for him to attack. Piccolo smirked and suddenly disappeared.
The woman suddenly felt a sharp pain in her face and stumbled back in awe. Piccolo stood breathing deeply, his fist still hovering in the air. Blood dotted his tough scarred hand and the blonde woman started to feel the blood trickling lightly down her lips. She wrinkled her nose and felt a shot of pain fire its way through her face. He had broken her nose. The woman shook with anger.
With a roar of her voice she cried out and sent her hands into his chest. The force knocked the breath out of him as he sailed high and fell hard onto the ground. Her eyes suddenly burned with such annoyance that it could frighten even those who knew her. Uncontrollably she shook and pointed a bloody finger down at his upright form.
?You and your friends shall die.? Spoke the blonde woman threateningly.
Suddenly, the blonde woman vanished from sight, leaving Piccolo alone. Who was this blonde woman? Without warning, Piccolo?s head smacked up against a wall. Separating Bido and the Namekian. Apparently the whole ordeal had happened in Piccolo?s mind, for Bido was still beside the Namekian and he had no damage on his body what so ever.
Placing his hands on the invisible wall, Piccolo soon realized that someone did not want Piccolo and Bido to be together. Shaking his head, Bido smirked.
?Looks like you are on your own Namekian.? Spoke the being that was Bido.
Turning from the green man, Bido flew off, continuing on his own toward the area Bido was in, Piccolo however, was once again alone. Punching the wall, Piccolo was sent crashing to the ground. Smashing violently into the cracked dirt, a large cloud of red dust burst into the air, surrounding the Namekian.
Lifting himself to his feet, the Namekian looked around his surroundings. It was obvious someone wanted Piccolo to be no where near Bido or Toma. He would have to make due alone for now, but where to go now? His scouter couldn?t pick up on any readings nearby, and his ki sense was minimal, after all, he hadn?t had much practice with the technique.
A faint ki signature was off to his far right, but who was it? His scouter was just out of reach to read the ki, it looked like he?d have to move onward alone, surviving by himself. For now at least.
Bursting into the sky, his green aura surrounding his Super Namekian body, the Namekian took to the air moving at incredible speeds. His body separating the wind, Piccolo found himself moving faster than ever. His power was rising nicely on this asteroid, it was a shame he wouldn?t be here long enough to get some serious training done, after all, this was a television show.
Suddenly, a fist shot out of the ground and took a firm grasp around Piccolo?s left leg. The white cracked hand pulled feverishly at his green leg, trying to pull the Namekian into the ground. The jade warrior fought back as hard as he could, making very little lee way against the hand. Finally, flipping backwards, Piccolo pulled the being free of the ground, sending him crashing violently against the hard surface.
Landing daintfullly on his feet, the Namekian looked at his new opposition. The figure was as pale as a ghost and his old decrepit body seemed to be almost identical to one of the zombies Yajirobe had killed back in the abandoned hospital. A look of pure disgust was firmly planted on Piccolo?s face, but that didn?t slow the Namekian any. Concentrating on his form, the Namekian instantly began to shape change into the thing he thought would best defeat this being. He had seen this fighter once, so he wasn?t sure how well this transformation would go, but he had to try.
Pulling in energy from his surroundings, Piccolo?s body began to shift. His green flesh began to glow white and his antenna began to sink into his green skull. His Namekian hands began to shrink and finally, his clothes began to re-form. The Namekian?s head almost looked like a green skunk as white hair began to form on his bald green scalp. A black shirt and red overcoat began to seep from each of the Namekian?s pores. Two gun holsters began to form around Piccolo?s legs and slowly they were filled with handguns. A big sword began to form around the jade warriors back and soon, the transformation was over.
It was almost perfect. His short white hair, his devilish eyes, weapons, and even his body structure were almost exact, the only problem was Piccolo had failed to notice his feet, which still bared his white boots. Shrugging off the missed change, Piccolo began his fight as his newly changed body.
?Dante.? Spoke Piccolo, noticing the confused look on the zombies face.
Running at the zombie, Piccolo slid under the zombies spread leg, pulling his guns out as he slid across the ground. Spinning onto his back, the Namekian fired both full clips into the zombies back, sending the dead being soaring to the ground. Flipping himself to his feet, the Namekian reloaded his weapons, watching the zombie at all times. Suddenly, its body began to sink into the ground and it quickly vanished. Piccolo ran up to where it disappeared into the soil. Nothing was left, no clothes, no blood, nothing.
A sharp pain from behind. Piccolo flipped out of his fall and saw the zombie standing fully erect behind him, his last attack had failed to damage the being at all. Landing on one hand, Piccolo bounce quickly back to his feet, de-holstering both weapons again, remembering this time that it was the head that finished zombies off. Running full speed toward the dead body, the Namekian unloaded two more full clips into the zombie?s head, however, the zombie was still undamaged! Thinking that the zombie would have fallen down, Piccolo fell victim the carcase?s clothesline! The jade warrior flipped violently before smashing hard against the unforgiving ground.
The zombie turned toward Piccolo and went to stomp on his white head, however, the Namekian blocked the attack with crossed arms and spun in a break dance fashion, landing a solid kick to the zombies head, knocking the carcase into the air for only a few seconds, which was enough time for the Namekian to land on his feet and holster his weapons.
Now ready to attack, Piccolo unsheathed his sword this time. Allowing the zombie only seconds to land, Piccolo swung the sword with all of his might, slicing easily through the zombies head, decapitating him instantly. The Namekian spun around and re-sheathed his sword, allowing his body to slowly re-form into his true Namekian form. The entire time Piccolo changed back to Namekian form, he kept a firm gaze on the zombie, who fell to his knees and then to his chest, his head just feet away.
Finally back to his normal self, the Namekian walked up to the zombie head an unleashed a tremendous ki blast upon the head, destroying it almost instantly. Turning back toward the remains, Piccolo watched as it seemed to glow then dissolve into the air as a gust of wind blew it to pieces. The Namekian, still concerned, turned into the wind and looked onward toward his destination. The faint ki signature was still there, however, it wasn?t stationary, it was now moving, either toward him or away, Piccolo?s ki sense left the Namekian unsure. Not wanting to risk losing the signature, Piccolo bound into the air, giving either chase or closure to the distant energy.
OOC: I left the group as well, moving away from everyone.
Side notes: Ok, the first fight against the blonde chick, Piccolo's insane...don't worry.
Second note, was a real fight, so yes, Piccolo is a little tired.
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