11-28-2006, 09:36 PM
As Zarbon and King Vegeta collided, the two armies collapsed upon each other, sending sparks sprouting in all directions a metal struck metal. Ki blasts soared through the air, tearing into one body and into another. Screams of pain and anguish echoed through the fields within seconds of the battles beginning. It was already turning into a blood bath and it didn?t look as though either army was going to last too terribly long.
After the initial assault from Dante and watching one hundred of her men fall, Pan decided to wade back a moment and allow the scene to unfold before rushing headlong in. Watching intently, she saw the ravages of solider corpses falling, flying, and crashing. It was a horrific scene for anyone, but for the Sayajiness, it was enough to push her over the edge.
Feeling the hatred pumping through her veins, she fought hard to keep her emotions suppressed. Knowing fully well that this was a game, a war game at that, she found it easier to look at the motionless carcasses. Looking around the field of battle, she spotted a familiar face, Akane. Seeing her already engaged in battle made the Halfling feel pride for teenager girls and with that conceit firmly rooted in her mind, Pan moved forward.
Charging head long into battle, the Sayajiness had to quickly maneuver out of the way of a ki laser as it threatened her life. Moving at the last second, she watched as it passed harmlessly past her head and then slammed hard into a tree, splintering it into millions of pieces. Shaking her head in disbelief over the power of the weapon, she turned around, just in time to see a soldier?s head come clean off of his shoulders. Feeling a twinge of sickness, Pan turned and bent over; not exactly war steady, she unleashed a hot stream of vomit that pelted the ground with a sickening splash.
Wiping a small dot of residue from her lips, the teenage girl clenched her fists. She had to show these forces that she was a leader and that they could trust her with their lives. Unsure as to how exactly she could prove this, Pan did the only thing she could think of. Grabbing up a downed sword, she launched herself into the nearest crowed of soldiers. Swinging the sword around majestically, she pivoted and pulled, removing limbs and opening wounds. A small splatter of blood found its way to Pan?s boot and as soon as she spotted it, she immediately blew off the war and began to shrieking. Shaking her foot, she tried to get the droplets off of her boot, but it was no good.
Thinking quickly, she rushed forward and slammed her palm into a Dante?s soldier. Doubling over from the blow, he looked up in surprise and as he did, Pan swung her foot around, connecting hard with the side of the soldiers face and she ended by dragging the boot downward, smearing the blood on her foe?s face and creating a small friction burn to boot. Content with her idea, she quickly spun and swept out the soldiers legs, but before she could finish him off, someone grabbed the teenager by her hair and lifted her off the ground. The soldier began to laugh as he placed the blade against her neck, threatening to slice her, but in that small amount of time, someone had noticed this and sent his blade through the antagonist.
Falling to her butt, she nodded at her savoir, who when got blind sighted by a mace, which cracked both his helmet and skull wide open. Pan?s eyes immediately shot wide open and a muffed scream came out of her mouth as she placed her hands on her lips. In complete disbelief, she crawled up to the soldier and turned him over. His cold, glazed eyes bore deep into the Sayajiness? soul and now, more than ever, her hatred began to take a hold.
After the initial assault from Dante and watching one hundred of her men fall, Pan decided to wade back a moment and allow the scene to unfold before rushing headlong in. Watching intently, she saw the ravages of solider corpses falling, flying, and crashing. It was a horrific scene for anyone, but for the Sayajiness, it was enough to push her over the edge.
Feeling the hatred pumping through her veins, she fought hard to keep her emotions suppressed. Knowing fully well that this was a game, a war game at that, she found it easier to look at the motionless carcasses. Looking around the field of battle, she spotted a familiar face, Akane. Seeing her already engaged in battle made the Halfling feel pride for teenager girls and with that conceit firmly rooted in her mind, Pan moved forward.
Charging head long into battle, the Sayajiness had to quickly maneuver out of the way of a ki laser as it threatened her life. Moving at the last second, she watched as it passed harmlessly past her head and then slammed hard into a tree, splintering it into millions of pieces. Shaking her head in disbelief over the power of the weapon, she turned around, just in time to see a soldier?s head come clean off of his shoulders. Feeling a twinge of sickness, Pan turned and bent over; not exactly war steady, she unleashed a hot stream of vomit that pelted the ground with a sickening splash.
Wiping a small dot of residue from her lips, the teenage girl clenched her fists. She had to show these forces that she was a leader and that they could trust her with their lives. Unsure as to how exactly she could prove this, Pan did the only thing she could think of. Grabbing up a downed sword, she launched herself into the nearest crowed of soldiers. Swinging the sword around majestically, she pivoted and pulled, removing limbs and opening wounds. A small splatter of blood found its way to Pan?s boot and as soon as she spotted it, she immediately blew off the war and began to shrieking. Shaking her foot, she tried to get the droplets off of her boot, but it was no good.
Thinking quickly, she rushed forward and slammed her palm into a Dante?s soldier. Doubling over from the blow, he looked up in surprise and as he did, Pan swung her foot around, connecting hard with the side of the soldiers face and she ended by dragging the boot downward, smearing the blood on her foe?s face and creating a small friction burn to boot. Content with her idea, she quickly spun and swept out the soldiers legs, but before she could finish him off, someone grabbed the teenager by her hair and lifted her off the ground. The soldier began to laugh as he placed the blade against her neck, threatening to slice her, but in that small amount of time, someone had noticed this and sent his blade through the antagonist.
Falling to her butt, she nodded at her savoir, who when got blind sighted by a mace, which cracked both his helmet and skull wide open. Pan?s eyes immediately shot wide open and a muffed scream came out of her mouth as she placed her hands on her lips. In complete disbelief, she crawled up to the soldier and turned him over. His cold, glazed eyes bore deep into the Sayajiness? soul and now, more than ever, her hatred began to take a hold.