05-28-2006, 01:03 AM
MK glanced over at the corpse on the field, and chuckled. That had been surprisingly easy, for such a powerful opponent. He looked at his gun and gave it a little kiss, "Thanks to you that ended painlessly!"
Though, within moments of saying that, a stinging pain came from his left hand. He lifted it to eye level and marveled as he noticed his left ring and little finger were no longer there. They weren't even broken, they just plain were not visible. The ki blast that had hit him must have simply melted the weakened fingers. It wasn't that much of a problem, but attacking with the left hand was going to be a lot more annoying.
Metal Koola started walking off when he tripped over a box that lay next to the body. Getting up on his feet, he looked at what it was he just fell over. A med kit! Now he could fix his broken fingers... oh wait, no he couldn't. He glanced back down at his injured hand and debated the purpose of taking the kit. The fingers were gone, there wasn't much that the kit could do now. He quickly shrugged off the idiotic thought and picked up the package. Sure, the fingers were gone, but who knows what damage he'd get in the future. This thing would certainly come in handy sometime soon. Placing the med kit in his supply bag, he took off to get out of the field. Someone certainly saw that fight, and he wasn't about to let them attack him at his weakest.
Though, within moments of saying that, a stinging pain came from his left hand. He lifted it to eye level and marveled as he noticed his left ring and little finger were no longer there. They weren't even broken, they just plain were not visible. The ki blast that had hit him must have simply melted the weakened fingers. It wasn't that much of a problem, but attacking with the left hand was going to be a lot more annoying.
Metal Koola started walking off when he tripped over a box that lay next to the body. Getting up on his feet, he looked at what it was he just fell over. A med kit! Now he could fix his broken fingers... oh wait, no he couldn't. He glanced back down at his injured hand and debated the purpose of taking the kit. The fingers were gone, there wasn't much that the kit could do now. He quickly shrugged off the idiotic thought and picked up the package. Sure, the fingers were gone, but who knows what damage he'd get in the future. This thing would certainly come in handy sometime soon. Placing the med kit in his supply bag, he took off to get out of the field. Someone certainly saw that fight, and he wasn't about to let them attack him at his weakest.