05-26-2006, 06:09 AM
With a grunt under his breath, the Saiyan struggled under the throbbing pain he was now feeling in his lower abdomen with an attempted rise onto his knees. It was a pure bulk of Hell that now pulsed with a threshold of agony... within his pants.
Goten had been able to compose himself as best as possible given the circumstances given. "One... two... three... Alright, everything present and accounted for."
"Bastard slug." Cursing, he dipped his hand into the sack to remove the bottle of water with a break of the seal; taking a swig to rinse his mouth out. Over on his right lay the unmoving body of his ally whose untimely demise seemed a complete waste with the weapon that had done the Namekian in nearby. Apparently the straight of his assailant?s armament was solid enough to be used to break through an impressive intensive of bone and marrow.
Thoughts of poetic irony filled the Saiya-jin's mind as his fingers curled around the handle of the Tonfa, gripping it tightly with a surge of air rushing from his lungs in a sigh.
"Yeah... It'll come." Lifting to his feet he weighed the new found weapon to get its dimensions down. It was pretty well balanced to say in the least, demonstrating a quick swing to himself before raising it to the rising sun a certain revengeful smirk crossed his face. "Find each other. Kill each other... You can count on that."
Armed and with a slight limp, the Saiya-jin left his point off to find a haven for the moment a good distance from the kill that wasn't in plain sight. Even if he had a direct hit to the head, it wasn't the one he used to think with... all that often...
Goten had been able to compose himself as best as possible given the circumstances given. "One... two... three... Alright, everything present and accounted for."
"Bastard slug." Cursing, he dipped his hand into the sack to remove the bottle of water with a break of the seal; taking a swig to rinse his mouth out. Over on his right lay the unmoving body of his ally whose untimely demise seemed a complete waste with the weapon that had done the Namekian in nearby. Apparently the straight of his assailant?s armament was solid enough to be used to break through an impressive intensive of bone and marrow.
Thoughts of poetic irony filled the Saiya-jin's mind as his fingers curled around the handle of the Tonfa, gripping it tightly with a surge of air rushing from his lungs in a sigh.
"Yeah... It'll come." Lifting to his feet he weighed the new found weapon to get its dimensions down. It was pretty well balanced to say in the least, demonstrating a quick swing to himself before raising it to the rising sun a certain revengeful smirk crossed his face. "Find each other. Kill each other... You can count on that."
Armed and with a slight limp, the Saiya-jin left his point off to find a haven for the moment a good distance from the kill that wasn't in plain sight. Even if he had a direct hit to the head, it wasn't the one he used to think with... all that often...