11-30-2005, 05:42 PM
Misty vapor furled upward from its nostrils, while it snarled and let gleaming teeth shine with deadly intent. Never had she fought such a foe, one who had become part canine. She had battled a series of wolves, but not werewolves. If it bit her, would she too become one? She didn?t want to find that out. She dodged out of the way while the crazy creature took off toward Raditzu. It obviously felt that the Saiya-Jin was worth the effort. She stood back, her fists clenched and her muscles tense. They took to the rooftop, and of course he felt the need to ask if she was ok. With a scoff response she gave a wave, why wouldn?t she be ok? She?d faced worse things. Yet, it was not fair for her companion to have all the fun, whether the wolf man wanted her for supper or not. She started toward the building, just as they took to another roof. She saw him falling, the monster ready to take advantage of it, but she would have none of that. Using her energy she summoned a flash of ki to strike into the werewolf from where she stood.
?Need some help?? She asked and gave a cocky grin. She easily hopped the distance between the buildings and walked toward the fallen warrior. She passed him and peered over the rooftop, as if looking into a shop window. Before Raditzu could say anything more she was leaping off the roof and landing gracefully before their foe. The furry fighter rose to its hulking stature, giving her a look she could not read. It shook, which she took as a good sign. Her calves tensed and she shot off like a bullet. ?That?s right, you fuck, time for some real fun.? Her fist flew in with intense speed and cracked against the creatures distorted face. A crack rang out but she ignored it. Eighteen closed the distance between them and shot her knee upward into his abdomen. He fought to harm her, his claws catching the fabric of her shirt in an annoying manner, leaving tender flesh to be revealed. ?You bastard, this is my only shirt!? She shot inward and made a quick turn while kicking which drove the force of the hit hard into him. The creature felt his feet leaving the ground, and a pathetic whimper escaped his deathtrap of a mouth. His body skidded and tumbled before coming to a rest like a heap of dead weight.
?Hey, babe!? It was Raditzu. She had been gripping one fist with her other hand, getting ready to deal more torment upon the Lycanthrope. What did he want?
?Yeah?? She did not shift her gaze, just in case.
?I think you killed it.? What!? The android did a double take, but did not look away. Surely this beast was not so weak; she hadn?t done that much to it!
?That thing better not be dead! I was just getting started!? She spat and glared at the still heap of fur. She strained to see movement, to see anything. ?Move you bastard.? She gritted here teeth, and like some wonderful miracle, the Lycanthrope moved. ?Hah!? She shouted and pointed. Her opponent scratched the ground like some bull, ready to charge, not ready to give up. That was fine, the longer it fought the more fun for her. She looked toward Raditzu with a grin, but perhaps that was a mistake. She felt like a train had hit her. Her body flew through cement, glass, and metal. The furry mass of muscle and teeth propelled her light body through it all, while she had been looking away. What a prick. She hit a light pole and the werewolf bounced away, skidding with claws against the ground and ready to charge upon his meal. Eighteen slumped, purely shocked. ?So you can fight, go figure.? She looked toward the hole they had made through the many buildings; Raditzu was making his way through the destruction. ?Oh shit.? She looked back, making the same mistake twice, but the monster was not there.
She got to her feet, fists raised and eyes wide. Where was he? The darkness was his friend, while to her it was a thick blanket. Raditzu had finally gotten through the last hole, she shot her gaze toward him, but his response was a shout as he pointed behind her. Eighteen cursed and was about to turn, too late. A blinding pain flooded through her and she cried out. Razor sharp claws shredded her flesh, revealing her meaty backside and the few circuits she possessed there. ?Shit?? She tried to turn, to hurt the wolf man, but he seemed to be much more skilled than before. Was he learning? Had he just been playing with them? His paw like hand shot against her face, too fast for her to dodge, leaving a nasty cut against her right cheek, just missing her eyes. She cried out again and hit the ground, blood soiling her clothing and staining the street. This was a death town, were the demons just as bad as this? She felt blood trail down her face and her neck, ?You fucking shit.? It stood above her, like some psychopath, taking in its shaky breathing, but he stared perplexed. ?I?m not worth eating, unless you like a daily dose of metal.? He probably didn?t understand. She wasn?t human, not completely. In the creatures moment of distraction Raditzu turned the tables and took out the hulking tyrant with a mighty punch to his face.
?You had too much fun.? He did not look away, this werewolf was tricky. Eighteen gave a grin, blood having slipped into her mouth making her look like some cannibal.
?Just shut up and kill him, don?t fall this time.? That was just like them, to make light of the situation. She began to shakily crawl away, he could handle himself. The wolf man knew she was hurt, for now, he tried to get to her but her long haired savior nailed him again in the face. He wagged a finger, as if the Lycanthrope were a naughty child. The android smiled and finally found herself bumping against the nearest building. She faced the fight, while tenderly touching the cut on her face. She winced. How cruel, and her back hurt like a bitch. She rested against the building, only her shoulder touched, the long flesh wounds would hurt if pressure was put upon them. It was a pity she had no way of healing herself, at least she was good at enduring. Eighteen nodded to herself, she?d be fine with a little rest. She watched as the Saiya-Jin warrior fought against the creature, it was his turn away; she had been a little too cocky.
It was true, the monster seemed a lot more skilled than before. This was no game, this was life and death. His clawed hands shot in with accurate strokes, trying hard to destroy the armor that protected Raditzu?s chest, or to damage any flesh that was in view. They were not easy opponents either, he would see that. The android had been careless, and now she paid for it, but now they knew what they were up against. Her companion found himself being tossed aside, he skidding along the ground, but got to his feet without hesitating.
?You?re holding back.? She shouted. She could not help but tightened her fists and struggle to her feet. Blood dripped and formed little puddles around her feet, but she stubbornly ignored it. ?I know you?re stronger than that.? She added, wiping a line of blood that teased her upper lip.
?You did too,? he retorted and fended off a deadly strike to his neck. It was true, she had held back, she could have rendered this foe into a sniveling wimp but she had not. So why was he holding back? He was more powerful than she; Eighteen recalled the events that had transpired before this game had started. The way his power had spiked so high, and he had tried to kill Cell then and there. Where was that power now? They could use it.
She felt her head throb painfully, her hand quickly touched upon the wall for support. She wanted to help him, but she would only get in the way. Her other hand rubbed her brow; her eyes closed tightly, blood seeped painfully down her cheek once more. She had already screwed up. The pain was hot against her back and face, but it hurt deep inside, like a bubbling poison. She wanted to help, she wanted to do something. Bloodied fingers clasped together, her cold eyes snapped open to take in the fight that was before her. He was capable of easily killing the creature off, but she still felt the need to do something, anything.
?Not like this?? She sighed heavily and felt a great weight upon her shoulders. Her body slumped against the wall, and although it pained her back, she did not move.
OOC: Last post, and the cut on her cheek does have something to do with my avatar.
?Need some help?? She asked and gave a cocky grin. She easily hopped the distance between the buildings and walked toward the fallen warrior. She passed him and peered over the rooftop, as if looking into a shop window. Before Raditzu could say anything more she was leaping off the roof and landing gracefully before their foe. The furry fighter rose to its hulking stature, giving her a look she could not read. It shook, which she took as a good sign. Her calves tensed and she shot off like a bullet. ?That?s right, you fuck, time for some real fun.? Her fist flew in with intense speed and cracked against the creatures distorted face. A crack rang out but she ignored it. Eighteen closed the distance between them and shot her knee upward into his abdomen. He fought to harm her, his claws catching the fabric of her shirt in an annoying manner, leaving tender flesh to be revealed. ?You bastard, this is my only shirt!? She shot inward and made a quick turn while kicking which drove the force of the hit hard into him. The creature felt his feet leaving the ground, and a pathetic whimper escaped his deathtrap of a mouth. His body skidded and tumbled before coming to a rest like a heap of dead weight.
?Hey, babe!? It was Raditzu. She had been gripping one fist with her other hand, getting ready to deal more torment upon the Lycanthrope. What did he want?
?Yeah?? She did not shift her gaze, just in case.
?I think you killed it.? What!? The android did a double take, but did not look away. Surely this beast was not so weak; she hadn?t done that much to it!
?That thing better not be dead! I was just getting started!? She spat and glared at the still heap of fur. She strained to see movement, to see anything. ?Move you bastard.? She gritted here teeth, and like some wonderful miracle, the Lycanthrope moved. ?Hah!? She shouted and pointed. Her opponent scratched the ground like some bull, ready to charge, not ready to give up. That was fine, the longer it fought the more fun for her. She looked toward Raditzu with a grin, but perhaps that was a mistake. She felt like a train had hit her. Her body flew through cement, glass, and metal. The furry mass of muscle and teeth propelled her light body through it all, while she had been looking away. What a prick. She hit a light pole and the werewolf bounced away, skidding with claws against the ground and ready to charge upon his meal. Eighteen slumped, purely shocked. ?So you can fight, go figure.? She looked toward the hole they had made through the many buildings; Raditzu was making his way through the destruction. ?Oh shit.? She looked back, making the same mistake twice, but the monster was not there.
She got to her feet, fists raised and eyes wide. Where was he? The darkness was his friend, while to her it was a thick blanket. Raditzu had finally gotten through the last hole, she shot her gaze toward him, but his response was a shout as he pointed behind her. Eighteen cursed and was about to turn, too late. A blinding pain flooded through her and she cried out. Razor sharp claws shredded her flesh, revealing her meaty backside and the few circuits she possessed there. ?Shit?? She tried to turn, to hurt the wolf man, but he seemed to be much more skilled than before. Was he learning? Had he just been playing with them? His paw like hand shot against her face, too fast for her to dodge, leaving a nasty cut against her right cheek, just missing her eyes. She cried out again and hit the ground, blood soiling her clothing and staining the street. This was a death town, were the demons just as bad as this? She felt blood trail down her face and her neck, ?You fucking shit.? It stood above her, like some psychopath, taking in its shaky breathing, but he stared perplexed. ?I?m not worth eating, unless you like a daily dose of metal.? He probably didn?t understand. She wasn?t human, not completely. In the creatures moment of distraction Raditzu turned the tables and took out the hulking tyrant with a mighty punch to his face.
?You had too much fun.? He did not look away, this werewolf was tricky. Eighteen gave a grin, blood having slipped into her mouth making her look like some cannibal.
?Just shut up and kill him, don?t fall this time.? That was just like them, to make light of the situation. She began to shakily crawl away, he could handle himself. The wolf man knew she was hurt, for now, he tried to get to her but her long haired savior nailed him again in the face. He wagged a finger, as if the Lycanthrope were a naughty child. The android smiled and finally found herself bumping against the nearest building. She faced the fight, while tenderly touching the cut on her face. She winced. How cruel, and her back hurt like a bitch. She rested against the building, only her shoulder touched, the long flesh wounds would hurt if pressure was put upon them. It was a pity she had no way of healing herself, at least she was good at enduring. Eighteen nodded to herself, she?d be fine with a little rest. She watched as the Saiya-Jin warrior fought against the creature, it was his turn away; she had been a little too cocky.
It was true, the monster seemed a lot more skilled than before. This was no game, this was life and death. His clawed hands shot in with accurate strokes, trying hard to destroy the armor that protected Raditzu?s chest, or to damage any flesh that was in view. They were not easy opponents either, he would see that. The android had been careless, and now she paid for it, but now they knew what they were up against. Her companion found himself being tossed aside, he skidding along the ground, but got to his feet without hesitating.
?You?re holding back.? She shouted. She could not help but tightened her fists and struggle to her feet. Blood dripped and formed little puddles around her feet, but she stubbornly ignored it. ?I know you?re stronger than that.? She added, wiping a line of blood that teased her upper lip.
?You did too,? he retorted and fended off a deadly strike to his neck. It was true, she had held back, she could have rendered this foe into a sniveling wimp but she had not. So why was he holding back? He was more powerful than she; Eighteen recalled the events that had transpired before this game had started. The way his power had spiked so high, and he had tried to kill Cell then and there. Where was that power now? They could use it.
She felt her head throb painfully, her hand quickly touched upon the wall for support. She wanted to help him, but she would only get in the way. Her other hand rubbed her brow; her eyes closed tightly, blood seeped painfully down her cheek once more. She had already screwed up. The pain was hot against her back and face, but it hurt deep inside, like a bubbling poison. She wanted to help, she wanted to do something. Bloodied fingers clasped together, her cold eyes snapped open to take in the fight that was before her. He was capable of easily killing the creature off, but she still felt the need to do something, anything.
?Not like this?? She sighed heavily and felt a great weight upon her shoulders. Her body slumped against the wall, and although it pained her back, she did not move.
OOC: Last post, and the cut on her cheek does have something to do with my avatar.
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