11-29-2006, 03:57 AM
"How...does it feel flowing in your veins?" King Vejita's statement was growled from beneath him with his raspy voice only being heard in a murmur from the clatter of this war. Both commander of their respective armies were kneeled downwards with each breath being possibly their final. Zarbon's eyes fluttered with such fatigue while clashing with the malevolence emitting from Vejita's. "How...does what feel?" The words were stumbled upon by his equal exhaustion to the saiya-jin warrior. His strands of magnificent locks dangled over his temple with sweat spiraling down in beads.
The changeling was baffled at such a query, unaware of the former king's meaning behind it. In order to appropriately set a dramatic scene, the elderly warrior's lips were reluctant to reply. With a momentary pause, his tongue seemed as though it was equal in weight to a a well-proportionate structure. He struggled to mutter the retort while clutching desperately to whatever miniuature power he could attain to seize an offensive.
"The fear that affects your every thought. It binds you, no, it cripples you of your courage, does it not? The death of Dante soldiers will not be vain, for the heads of your team will be placed here as a reminder of our might. Vengence will strike hard and fast here today; the end IS now!" That speech was weaved with so much emotion derived from the soul of the saiya-jin, and its capabilities were shown from the detonation of amazing power that were bestowed upon King Vejita and Zarbon.
Both fighters regained their former status with boots placed into the blood of their comrades. The changeling seized the initiative with his limb being flung with only the objective of decapitating the Dante commander. It was unsuccessful however, and Vejita's fingers clasped the throat of Zarbon with each finger engraving themselves into his flesh.
Blood trickled forth from the wounds, but they were of minor detail. "I...ugh....you..." The unknown creature staggered slightly, but unleashed his might upon the saiya-jin with the thought of his life looming to a conclusion in his brain. Zarbon claimed a similar approach as his opposing fighter with both hands mangling Vejita's neck with similar intentions. Their auras flourished over one another in that instant as they realized that this strategy wasn't at all intelligent or beneficial to either parties. The glimmer of their auras entangled corpses and other soldiers in the barrier of awesome power.
Dust and debris swirled upwards in a wonderous display of their powers. Their hair was whipped backwards as a result to the violent wind shifting in the region. It wasn't a pleasant atmosphere for war, but with the only mission is survival as your objective, it wasn't at all significant.
The changeling was baffled at such a query, unaware of the former king's meaning behind it. In order to appropriately set a dramatic scene, the elderly warrior's lips were reluctant to reply. With a momentary pause, his tongue seemed as though it was equal in weight to a a well-proportionate structure. He struggled to mutter the retort while clutching desperately to whatever miniuature power he could attain to seize an offensive.
"The fear that affects your every thought. It binds you, no, it cripples you of your courage, does it not? The death of Dante soldiers will not be vain, for the heads of your team will be placed here as a reminder of our might. Vengence will strike hard and fast here today; the end IS now!" That speech was weaved with so much emotion derived from the soul of the saiya-jin, and its capabilities were shown from the detonation of amazing power that were bestowed upon King Vejita and Zarbon.
Both fighters regained their former status with boots placed into the blood of their comrades. The changeling seized the initiative with his limb being flung with only the objective of decapitating the Dante commander. It was unsuccessful however, and Vejita's fingers clasped the throat of Zarbon with each finger engraving themselves into his flesh.
Blood trickled forth from the wounds, but they were of minor detail. "I...ugh....you..." The unknown creature staggered slightly, but unleashed his might upon the saiya-jin with the thought of his life looming to a conclusion in his brain. Zarbon claimed a similar approach as his opposing fighter with both hands mangling Vejita's neck with similar intentions. Their auras flourished over one another in that instant as they realized that this strategy wasn't at all intelligent or beneficial to either parties. The glimmer of their auras entangled corpses and other soldiers in the barrier of awesome power.
Dust and debris swirled upwards in a wonderous display of their powers. Their hair was whipped backwards as a result to the violent wind shifting in the region. It wasn't a pleasant atmosphere for war, but with the only mission is survival as your objective, it wasn't at all significant.