12-01-2005, 09:54 PM
Playing around was all fine and dandy, in the long-haired saiyan's book, but getting careless was never a good idea. Both he and Eighteen had made very rookie mistakes while fending off this mangy mongrel. Seeing Eighteen wounded not only once, but twice, was enough to get Rad moving. This beast was very clearly looking for a leathal blow, and just messing around would have to be put on hold. Rad shifted his weight as he shot a glance toward Eighteen. The android had taken a seat against one of the buildings and seemed to be tending to her wounds. The saiya-jin would have expressed his concern over his companion's condition, but the werewolf wasn't about to give him the time. It shot across the ground, all four paws pumping, and dove straight towards Rad.
A loud clang filled the air as Rad intercepted the attack with the katchin bracer that adorned his right arm. The metal over his left arm slid along his hand and formed into pointed claws. With his makeshift weapon at the ready, Rad lashed out while Dexter struggled to knaw at the metal than impeded his path. Blood splattered across the dirt road as Raditzu's claws dug into his opponent's flesh. The lycanthrope immediately backed away with a yelp of surprise. It licked at its own wounds, then resssessed its opponent. The metal along Raditzu's right arm had changed to match that of his left. The two clawed hands glinted in the moonlight, an obvious warning sign to Dexter. Rad decided to press the offensive and leapt toward to Dexter. His katchin claws flashed in rapid succession, each blow spilling another splatter of blood across the ground.
Though the man-beast tried to retaliate, it did not take long for the powerful saiyan warrior to overwhelm the outclassed monster. With a mighty, lunging thrust, Rad dropped Dexter to the ground and took in a deep breath. The creature lay, prone, in a bloody pile. Rad bore several lacerations himself, especially where his armor had broken away to expose his left shoulder and a small section of his upper torso. Having previously underestimated this beast's resiliency, Rad waited several moments before turning his attention away. There seemed to be no motion, no stirring of the demi-beast's form. With that seemingly taken care of, the long-haired warrior quickly moved towards Eighteen. The female pulled herself into a standing position and steadied herself as Raditzu approached.
"Are you ok?" Rad looked her over with concern.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. These look a lot worse than they are." Eighteen smiled at her lover.
"Well... ok." The slash across her right cheek was what worried him the most. It was bleeding as badly as most face wounds do, and it was dangerously close to her eye. Rad was about to offer up his shirt for a makeshit bandage, but forgot he didn't have one.
"What about you?" She nodded towards the various cuts that were mostly spread across his arms.
"Ah... these are nothing. Just a few lucky shots."
"Looks like more than a fe--"
A sharp, high pitched howl shattered the relative silence of the moonlight town. Raditzu and Eighteen snapped their heads in the direction of the noise, shocked to see Dexter standing on two legs, neck craned back, and head raised to the sky. Before either could guess as to what was going on, another howl sounded through the darkness. Followed by another... and another... and one more. Dexter snapped its mouth shut and shot a glare at Raditzu and Eighteen. The gashes and lacerations that had riddled his body were now no where to be seen. Rad swore under his breath for not having simply finished the deed and blwoing the stupid creature to kingdom-come.
Within moments, three more wolf-man creatures had appeared on scene. Dexter had apparently been calling for back-up. At the sight of their prey, their tongues lolled out of their mouthes and saliva dripped hungrily to the ground. Lunging forward in unison, the quarter of ravenous shapeshifters launched their attack. Both Rad and Eighteen took ducked away from the snapping jaws and slashing claws. Following Eighteen's lead, Raditzu leapt to the rooftops after her. The dirt roads of the town were suddenly very cramped with four werewolves lunging for their necks. The two warriors bound across town, leaping from roof-top to roof-top. Behind them, two of the lycanthropic pack pursued them, while the other two took to chasing from the ground level. As the duo that would be dinner progressed through the city, the buildings began to thin out and the open areas began to widen. Tents and stands of various sizes and shapes began to dot the otherwise barren expanses of trodden terrain.
"This look good to you?" Rad looked over to Eighteen as the two of them hit the ground between several small vendor stands.
"As long as I get to crack some skulls." Eighteen wiped away a bit of blood from her cheek. The bleeding had mostly stopped.
The werewolves giving chase came to a slow halt when they saw their prey had stopped running. The four quickly fell into circling the two warriors at even intervals. Just as they beagn to tighten their circle, both Eighteen and Raditzu became enveloped in an aura of flickering crimson flames. With their would-be attackers temporarily caught off-guard, the warriors launched an offensive. Rad threw himself shoulder first into the body of the closest werewolf. The beast was tossed asunder by the bulky blow and sent tumbling across the ground. While it was recovering, Raditzu moved on his next target with kaioken-enhanced speed. A series of timed blows landed a second werewolf on the ground and left Raditzu with only a bit of saliva splattered across his fist. With half the werewolf pack temporarily stunned, Rad glanced over to Eighteen, and was happy to see that she was doing just as well. Had they gotten serious about the fight to begin with, this wouldn't have been too much trouble. The fact that their strength was now doubled merely chinched things.
"I think I've just about had my fill of you guys." Rad hopped to one side, letting a werewolf fly by him.
A second attacker came around to where Rad's back should have been, but it was easy to see through such rudimentary tactics. The saiya-jin turned to meet the attacker, a ball of ki already formed in his hand. The lycanthrope didn't know what hit it as the long-haired warrior stuffed the blast down its gaping maw. In an explosion of blood and gore, the werewolf was rendered, very definitely, lifeless. The other beast that had attacked Raditzu stopped in its tracks when it saw what had been done to its partner. It probably would have fled for its life had tendrils of katchin metal not bound its feet. Though it struggled valiantly, its fight was in vein. It soon lay upon the ground in the motionless slumber of death. Eighteen sidled up to her saiyan companion and each admired the other's handiwork. Where Rad had chosen to go for a cleaner decapitation, Eighteen had gone with the time-tested, stress-relieving, "hulk smash" method.
"Have fun?" Rad wrapped an arm around Eighteen's shoulder.
"It was a blast."
A loud clang filled the air as Rad intercepted the attack with the katchin bracer that adorned his right arm. The metal over his left arm slid along his hand and formed into pointed claws. With his makeshift weapon at the ready, Rad lashed out while Dexter struggled to knaw at the metal than impeded his path. Blood splattered across the dirt road as Raditzu's claws dug into his opponent's flesh. The lycanthrope immediately backed away with a yelp of surprise. It licked at its own wounds, then resssessed its opponent. The metal along Raditzu's right arm had changed to match that of his left. The two clawed hands glinted in the moonlight, an obvious warning sign to Dexter. Rad decided to press the offensive and leapt toward to Dexter. His katchin claws flashed in rapid succession, each blow spilling another splatter of blood across the ground.
Though the man-beast tried to retaliate, it did not take long for the powerful saiyan warrior to overwhelm the outclassed monster. With a mighty, lunging thrust, Rad dropped Dexter to the ground and took in a deep breath. The creature lay, prone, in a bloody pile. Rad bore several lacerations himself, especially where his armor had broken away to expose his left shoulder and a small section of his upper torso. Having previously underestimated this beast's resiliency, Rad waited several moments before turning his attention away. There seemed to be no motion, no stirring of the demi-beast's form. With that seemingly taken care of, the long-haired warrior quickly moved towards Eighteen. The female pulled herself into a standing position and steadied herself as Raditzu approached.
"Are you ok?" Rad looked her over with concern.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. These look a lot worse than they are." Eighteen smiled at her lover.
"Well... ok." The slash across her right cheek was what worried him the most. It was bleeding as badly as most face wounds do, and it was dangerously close to her eye. Rad was about to offer up his shirt for a makeshit bandage, but forgot he didn't have one.
"What about you?" She nodded towards the various cuts that were mostly spread across his arms.
"Ah... these are nothing. Just a few lucky shots."
"Looks like more than a fe--"
A sharp, high pitched howl shattered the relative silence of the moonlight town. Raditzu and Eighteen snapped their heads in the direction of the noise, shocked to see Dexter standing on two legs, neck craned back, and head raised to the sky. Before either could guess as to what was going on, another howl sounded through the darkness. Followed by another... and another... and one more. Dexter snapped its mouth shut and shot a glare at Raditzu and Eighteen. The gashes and lacerations that had riddled his body were now no where to be seen. Rad swore under his breath for not having simply finished the deed and blwoing the stupid creature to kingdom-come.
Within moments, three more wolf-man creatures had appeared on scene. Dexter had apparently been calling for back-up. At the sight of their prey, their tongues lolled out of their mouthes and saliva dripped hungrily to the ground. Lunging forward in unison, the quarter of ravenous shapeshifters launched their attack. Both Rad and Eighteen took ducked away from the snapping jaws and slashing claws. Following Eighteen's lead, Raditzu leapt to the rooftops after her. The dirt roads of the town were suddenly very cramped with four werewolves lunging for their necks. The two warriors bound across town, leaping from roof-top to roof-top. Behind them, two of the lycanthropic pack pursued them, while the other two took to chasing from the ground level. As the duo that would be dinner progressed through the city, the buildings began to thin out and the open areas began to widen. Tents and stands of various sizes and shapes began to dot the otherwise barren expanses of trodden terrain.
"This look good to you?" Rad looked over to Eighteen as the two of them hit the ground between several small vendor stands.
"As long as I get to crack some skulls." Eighteen wiped away a bit of blood from her cheek. The bleeding had mostly stopped.
The werewolves giving chase came to a slow halt when they saw their prey had stopped running. The four quickly fell into circling the two warriors at even intervals. Just as they beagn to tighten their circle, both Eighteen and Raditzu became enveloped in an aura of flickering crimson flames. With their would-be attackers temporarily caught off-guard, the warriors launched an offensive. Rad threw himself shoulder first into the body of the closest werewolf. The beast was tossed asunder by the bulky blow and sent tumbling across the ground. While it was recovering, Raditzu moved on his next target with kaioken-enhanced speed. A series of timed blows landed a second werewolf on the ground and left Raditzu with only a bit of saliva splattered across his fist. With half the werewolf pack temporarily stunned, Rad glanced over to Eighteen, and was happy to see that she was doing just as well. Had they gotten serious about the fight to begin with, this wouldn't have been too much trouble. The fact that their strength was now doubled merely chinched things.
"I think I've just about had my fill of you guys." Rad hopped to one side, letting a werewolf fly by him.
A second attacker came around to where Rad's back should have been, but it was easy to see through such rudimentary tactics. The saiya-jin turned to meet the attacker, a ball of ki already formed in his hand. The lycanthrope didn't know what hit it as the long-haired warrior stuffed the blast down its gaping maw. In an explosion of blood and gore, the werewolf was rendered, very definitely, lifeless. The other beast that had attacked Raditzu stopped in its tracks when it saw what had been done to its partner. It probably would have fled for its life had tendrils of katchin metal not bound its feet. Though it struggled valiantly, its fight was in vein. It soon lay upon the ground in the motionless slumber of death. Eighteen sidled up to her saiyan companion and each admired the other's handiwork. Where Rad had chosen to go for a cleaner decapitation, Eighteen had gone with the time-tested, stress-relieving, "hulk smash" method.
"Have fun?" Rad wrapped an arm around Eighteen's shoulder.
"It was a blast."
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