05-31-2006, 12:44 AM
Yamu was shocked?as any man would when a stereotype that is widely accepted and backed up by personal findings his suddenly shattered in a single action. Yamu knew Saiya-Jins as purely bloodthirsty elitist animals?but here this warrior had shared willingly wit not only a stranger, and not only a human, but a weakling.
The very simple gesture of using her med-kit to keep Hasky alive was turned over in Yamu?s brain like laundry in the dryer, and endless tumble that never let the clothes dry. When they stopped to take a break with the sun slowly climbing he had made a decision as to a course of action.
?Selipa?I wish to offer you something as a sign of gratitude and respect.? The female fighter eyes him suspiciously as he procured a small amount of the group?s water. ?When I was a gladiator we has a warrior from Garunth IX be captured. We talked for nights about his people and home world until I was forced to kill him in the Pits. When they went to battle they had a ritual that they had inherited form when they were primitive cannibals. They thought that by sharing a piece of themselves, they would share each other?s power.?
Yamu poured a little of the water into the cap as he spoke, focusing on making sure no of the precious fluid was wasted as e continued to speak. ?They would all add a trickle of blood into a giant cistern and then all drink?turning an army into a single behemoth warrior, at least mentally.?
He lowered the cap to the ground and pulled out his sword, igniting the imitation flame only a fraction of its maximum height. ?We Pit-fighters, adopted this ritual, but we had no armies?only individual gladiators. We would recreate this ritual only with those we most trusted and respected and would share combat with the next day. I have done this ritual only once, I ask you now to share in my strength, and ask that I may share in yours.?
With a snake?s speed he whipped the green blade across the palm of his hand and snapped it shut, tightly squeezing three perfect crimson drops into the small cap.
The very simple gesture of using her med-kit to keep Hasky alive was turned over in Yamu?s brain like laundry in the dryer, and endless tumble that never let the clothes dry. When they stopped to take a break with the sun slowly climbing he had made a decision as to a course of action.
?Selipa?I wish to offer you something as a sign of gratitude and respect.? The female fighter eyes him suspiciously as he procured a small amount of the group?s water. ?When I was a gladiator we has a warrior from Garunth IX be captured. We talked for nights about his people and home world until I was forced to kill him in the Pits. When they went to battle they had a ritual that they had inherited form when they were primitive cannibals. They thought that by sharing a piece of themselves, they would share each other?s power.?
Yamu poured a little of the water into the cap as he spoke, focusing on making sure no of the precious fluid was wasted as e continued to speak. ?They would all add a trickle of blood into a giant cistern and then all drink?turning an army into a single behemoth warrior, at least mentally.?
He lowered the cap to the ground and pulled out his sword, igniting the imitation flame only a fraction of its maximum height. ?We Pit-fighters, adopted this ritual, but we had no armies?only individual gladiators. We would recreate this ritual only with those we most trusted and respected and would share combat with the next day. I have done this ritual only once, I ask you now to share in my strength, and ask that I may share in yours.?
With a snake?s speed he whipped the green blade across the palm of his hand and snapped it shut, tightly squeezing three perfect crimson drops into the small cap.
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