Day Two: Evening

[Bardock]

He ignited his fists, feeling the warm energy surge through his veins. He glanced over at Bra. Any sort of friendliness had now vanished from her eyes, now replaced with watchfulness. She wasn?t very happy with him?or at all, for that matter. His last comment had a bigger impact than he?d intended. It was really only meant as a joke. The fighter would no sooner want to kill her than he would kill his own flesh and blood, nor was he even remotely sure he?d be able to do so should the time come to pass. While she may have despised it, her royal status held influence, inciting reluctance. In the end, he had taken something away from the brief bout?a measurement of strength, speed, and style of movement. The more he saw of people?s fighting skills, the better he could prepare himself for the possible event that they would clash on the battlefield. Still, he was loath to the idea, despite how tempting the kill impulse normally was for him.

It didn?t matter. The more names Karl checked off every six hours, the closer it came to when allies became foes. Yamu, the stupid human, had already wandered away and gotten himself offed. Bardock felt no pity for the veined creature whatsoever?one less person to worry about. Yamu?s female companion was clearly distraught over the loss. Bar?s expression blackened, and he walked by, staring her in the face, saying nastily as he went, ?If it?s any consolation, you won?t last much longer anyway.? His gaze turned towards Selipa, cold and unforgiving. ?That was a waste, and you know it.?

Bardock shook his head and found a tree to lean on. Extinguishing his flames, his brawny arms were folded over his chest, the shotgun within hand?s reach. The way Bra looked at him now had left a sour taste in his mouth. He wasn?t in such a good mood anymore.

Why the fuck should I care about anything? Nothing cares back.


OOC: Numero two.