05-31-2006, 04:44 AM
?Ah,? began the hell fighter, squinting one eye. ?He scanned the fighters in front of him with the sniper rifle in hand. They were about two-hundred meters away, but the rise of the star during dusk and the glow tint of the eyepiece gave him proper light to view the four contestants.
?He watched as most of them were silent. They were just sitting at a tree, with the frostling leaning against it. Blue was lying on the ground, trying to recover form the near fatal shot that Seventeen had rung out earlier. Before that was for games, but now it was time for something serious.
Koola stood up, with a face of discontent plastered over him. It was clear that something was troubling his mind?those who were in the know that this was more than just a statement; it was right on the bull. Seventeen smirked, deciding that this was the time to become serious. He brushed his hand against the trigger, his finger shivering against the cold metal. He scanned to the right to catch up to the fighter, and when the crosshairs pointed towards where his head was going to be, he shot.
The hell fighter did not ready himself for the recoil, for he knew that would throw of his shot, but since he was lying down it was minimalized, and there was not too much in the first place. He adjusted the piece over his eye accordingly and aimed for the tall, green one.
***
Boom. The last gunshot crackled through air as it raced to beat the ki blast to Piccolo Daimoun, but the wave of pure energy was much faster. It struck the head violently, shattering the skull and the muscle tissue in a five-foot radius. No blood was gushing out, for his circulatory system had most likely slowed down pumping when he was knocked to the ground. The Fallen Knight Complex did not pay attention to the brain fragments, even if there was a shard or two on their clothing.
Seventeen?s palms were sweaty from keeping his hands tightly locked onto his weapon. The skin around his eye was sore, but the major thing that was on his mind was the wound that Goten had been given. He packed up his weapon and began running for the first time he had in the tournament. He soon reached the collective group and it appeared that the saiya-jin had been healed. He slowed down as he reached them.
?Are you okay, Goten?? asked the black-haired android.
?He?ll be okay, just give him some time,? replied Kami, looking at the teen?s wound. ?That was some nice shooting, by the way.?
?Thanks,? said Seventeen wearily, ?I just wish I had taken out the namek in time.?
?He watched as most of them were silent. They were just sitting at a tree, with the frostling leaning against it. Blue was lying on the ground, trying to recover form the near fatal shot that Seventeen had rung out earlier. Before that was for games, but now it was time for something serious.
Koola stood up, with a face of discontent plastered over him. It was clear that something was troubling his mind?those who were in the know that this was more than just a statement; it was right on the bull. Seventeen smirked, deciding that this was the time to become serious. He brushed his hand against the trigger, his finger shivering against the cold metal. He scanned to the right to catch up to the fighter, and when the crosshairs pointed towards where his head was going to be, he shot.
The hell fighter did not ready himself for the recoil, for he knew that would throw of his shot, but since he was lying down it was minimalized, and there was not too much in the first place. He adjusted the piece over his eye accordingly and aimed for the tall, green one.
***
Boom. The last gunshot crackled through air as it raced to beat the ki blast to Piccolo Daimoun, but the wave of pure energy was much faster. It struck the head violently, shattering the skull and the muscle tissue in a five-foot radius. No blood was gushing out, for his circulatory system had most likely slowed down pumping when he was knocked to the ground. The Fallen Knight Complex did not pay attention to the brain fragments, even if there was a shard or two on their clothing.
Seventeen?s palms were sweaty from keeping his hands tightly locked onto his weapon. The skin around his eye was sore, but the major thing that was on his mind was the wound that Goten had been given. He packed up his weapon and began running for the first time he had in the tournament. He soon reached the collective group and it appeared that the saiya-jin had been healed. He slowed down as he reached them.
?Are you okay, Goten?? asked the black-haired android.
?He?ll be okay, just give him some time,? replied Kami, looking at the teen?s wound. ?That was some nice shooting, by the way.?
?Thanks,? said Seventeen wearily, ?I just wish I had taken out the namek in time.?
"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl."
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