06-05-2006, 03:46 AM
Bardock?s body gave an involuntary shudder as he dropped to his knees, the golden aura fading to nothing. His adrenaline rush had come to an unprecedented high, and then took a frightening nosedive. The proud saiyan shook, his throat emitting quivering gasping sounds. He was so?tired. It was almost a withdrawal from the surge of power that his Super Saiyan transformation induced.
The fighter stared, almost in shock at the body that lay before him. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He had misjudged her, but she was still destined to die. Even so, she left the battlefield honorably.
Get up? his mind urged. Get up?
Bardock had to keep going. He couldn?t stop now.
The bronze bruiser forced his body to stand, and he winced as a wave of pain seized his battered mass. The wince only served to further cause discomfort, as a fresh spout of blood trickled down his face. Bar?s nose was broken.
He dragged himself over to Selipa?s lifeless corpse, stooping low to grab the medical kit he had seen her use on Hasky. It was a priceless commodity, and someone was going to need it sooner or later. The shotgun was nearby, and he slung it over his shoulder, pistol in one hand and healing supplies in the other.
Then, he performed a ritual worthy of the fallen fighter. He let the two items rest on the ground and yanked off the bandana around his forehead. With great care not to disturb her final resting position, Bardock wiped the blood from the female saiyan?s face, the crimson stain absorbing into the cloth to join that of those before her. When the deed was done, he weakly tied it back on, and picked up his spoils.
His respects were paid.
With that, Bardock hiked back to the campsite, unsure of how his allies were going to take this little bit of news. What kept him standing, what kept one foot in front of the other, he didn?t know. Sheer iron will had gotten him this far. Even though his stride was clumsy and weak, stride he did. His chin never dropped to his chest.
Time passed slowly as he trekked back, his mind still alight with the fire that burned during battle. His fists were clean, and his anger shed. The ape staggered into the group?s rest spot, holding himself high. Five was now whittled down to four, both kills under his belt.
Bar found a tree to lean against, his chest heaving. He was weak, and weakness meant vulnerability. The battler was in no condition to defend himself. It was a risk he was willing to take.
Three others looked on, glancing meaningfully at the pistol and kit, understanding what it meant.
Bardock?s bloodstained visage was chiseled from rock. A fierce glint rekindled against his black pools. He wore his wound, a testament to Selipa?s ferocity and his resilience.
He wouldn?t be downed.
After all, he was still in the game.
With a lazy swing of his arm, he tossed the medical kit in the center of the gathering, and aimed his gaze off into the distance.
OOC: The med kit belongs to whoever picks it up.
The fighter stared, almost in shock at the body that lay before him. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He had misjudged her, but she was still destined to die. Even so, she left the battlefield honorably.
Get up? his mind urged. Get up?
Bardock had to keep going. He couldn?t stop now.
The bronze bruiser forced his body to stand, and he winced as a wave of pain seized his battered mass. The wince only served to further cause discomfort, as a fresh spout of blood trickled down his face. Bar?s nose was broken.
He dragged himself over to Selipa?s lifeless corpse, stooping low to grab the medical kit he had seen her use on Hasky. It was a priceless commodity, and someone was going to need it sooner or later. The shotgun was nearby, and he slung it over his shoulder, pistol in one hand and healing supplies in the other.
Then, he performed a ritual worthy of the fallen fighter. He let the two items rest on the ground and yanked off the bandana around his forehead. With great care not to disturb her final resting position, Bardock wiped the blood from the female saiyan?s face, the crimson stain absorbing into the cloth to join that of those before her. When the deed was done, he weakly tied it back on, and picked up his spoils.
His respects were paid.
With that, Bardock hiked back to the campsite, unsure of how his allies were going to take this little bit of news. What kept him standing, what kept one foot in front of the other, he didn?t know. Sheer iron will had gotten him this far. Even though his stride was clumsy and weak, stride he did. His chin never dropped to his chest.
Time passed slowly as he trekked back, his mind still alight with the fire that burned during battle. His fists were clean, and his anger shed. The ape staggered into the group?s rest spot, holding himself high. Five was now whittled down to four, both kills under his belt.
Bar found a tree to lean against, his chest heaving. He was weak, and weakness meant vulnerability. The battler was in no condition to defend himself. It was a risk he was willing to take.
Three others looked on, glancing meaningfully at the pistol and kit, understanding what it meant.
Bardock?s bloodstained visage was chiseled from rock. A fierce glint rekindled against his black pools. He wore his wound, a testament to Selipa?s ferocity and his resilience.
He wouldn?t be downed.
After all, he was still in the game.
With a lazy swing of his arm, he tossed the medical kit in the center of the gathering, and aimed his gaze off into the distance.
OOC: The med kit belongs to whoever picks it up.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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