01-20-2006, 12:59 AM
Piccolo Daimoun sped for his sphere. In that object he saw his teams victory, and nothing could distract him from that goal. Garlic?s mind played host to similar thoughts, but it could not be ignored that another was in front of him darting for the same ball. Garlic was faster he knew, but the namek?s head start was dissolving far too slowly. A quick calculation and the devil knew he would not make it. He knew, but it would not be for lack of trying.
?Damn it!? He sought the river of ki inside; he grabbed ahold of it, bent its flow to his own will and broke the damn holding it back. With an incredible burst of speed his aura lit up the arena, propelling him forward like a small comet, swift and immovable from his set path. There would be no maneuvering now, only the bol mattered. The wind formed a tunnel around him, whistled past his ears, everyone else was a blur. He was only dimly aware of Goten blocking Turels for him. He was gaining fast on Daimoun, and that was what was important. The gap between them shrunk, but so did the gap between Piccolo and the ball. It would be a photo finish beyond a doubt. Another millisecond of insane speed past. The demon was an instant from grasping the when Daimoun let out one last burst of speed. His long fingers held onto the sphere and yanked hard, trying to slow both their momentums. As he turned around his grin didn?t even have time to fall when, unable to stop his breakneck blitz, Garlic collided with an incredible force. The orb was sent spinning wildly back out into the playing field, leaving the wreckage it had caused behind it.
Pain mingled with anger filled the small devil to the brim. He shoved Daimoun away from him and blindly charged back into the thick of things. Taking a breather and assessing the situation was farthest from his furious mind. As his vision cleared he saw the Bol Katchin curving towards Turels, who seemed to have broken away from Goten and put himself in its path. The demi-siayn himself was racing to intercept. Trunks and Yajirobe were still vying for the Titanium, and that left him. The demon, still out of breath form his dash, glided toward Turels, hoping to block for Goten should he get the orb. It was a surprise to him when the forgotten Piccolo Daimoun charged the teen from behind. With a split second to react the demon returned his friend earlier favor with a blast of ki in the Nameks direction. He easily dodged the shot, but in the split second of hesitation Garlic was all over him, only this time it was intentional. Defense master he was not, but he hoped to by enough time for Goten of Trunks to work their magic.
ooc: Hope I didn't mess up.
?Damn it!? He sought the river of ki inside; he grabbed ahold of it, bent its flow to his own will and broke the damn holding it back. With an incredible burst of speed his aura lit up the arena, propelling him forward like a small comet, swift and immovable from his set path. There would be no maneuvering now, only the bol mattered. The wind formed a tunnel around him, whistled past his ears, everyone else was a blur. He was only dimly aware of Goten blocking Turels for him. He was gaining fast on Daimoun, and that was what was important. The gap between them shrunk, but so did the gap between Piccolo and the ball. It would be a photo finish beyond a doubt. Another millisecond of insane speed past. The demon was an instant from grasping the when Daimoun let out one last burst of speed. His long fingers held onto the sphere and yanked hard, trying to slow both their momentums. As he turned around his grin didn?t even have time to fall when, unable to stop his breakneck blitz, Garlic collided with an incredible force. The orb was sent spinning wildly back out into the playing field, leaving the wreckage it had caused behind it.
Pain mingled with anger filled the small devil to the brim. He shoved Daimoun away from him and blindly charged back into the thick of things. Taking a breather and assessing the situation was farthest from his furious mind. As his vision cleared he saw the Bol Katchin curving towards Turels, who seemed to have broken away from Goten and put himself in its path. The demi-siayn himself was racing to intercept. Trunks and Yajirobe were still vying for the Titanium, and that left him. The demon, still out of breath form his dash, glided toward Turels, hoping to block for Goten should he get the orb. It was a surprise to him when the forgotten Piccolo Daimoun charged the teen from behind. With a split second to react the demon returned his friend earlier favor with a blast of ki in the Nameks direction. He easily dodged the shot, but in the split second of hesitation Garlic was all over him, only this time it was intentional. Defense master he was not, but he hoped to by enough time for Goten of Trunks to work their magic.
ooc: Hope I didn't mess up.
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