[S][D] Syntech and Dante clash first

[Minoshia]

Blood ruptured from a man's body in front of him, a bullet wound exploding through the Syntech warrior's chest and landing gore on his face and torso. Broli's words still rung clearly in his ears, driving the adrenaline through his veins. It had been a long time since he'd been a part of such a complete military force. Each soldier's strength grew with every advancing step they took into the Syntech army.

The Konat was on the frontlines, his hands tearing into men, cutting them down to size before him. The girl with the blue hair fought beside him, he wouldn't let her out of his sight in fear she wouldn't make it through the battle alive on her own. She had this important hue that circulated around her, and the prince was drawn to protect her for some inexplicable rationale he couldn't begin to decipher.

Bullets continued to whiz above their heads, picking off the Syntech warriors around them. Blood was coming down like rain, pooling below his feet and running down his face like a stream. As it ran into his pores, it was absorbed into his soft skin. The taste of blood filled his brain, more adrenaline hurled itself through his veins. Blood lust ran through his eyes, his teeth baring and tongue licking the red ooze that filtered itself around the corners of his mouth.

"Delicious?" The dark prince mumbled to himself as a Syntech warrior charged him. The Konat warrior lifted his energy rifle and leveled it to the stomach of the defenseless warrior, who stopped in his tracks and tried to move out of the small circle of dead bodies Minoshia currently occupied. Abdomen muscles ruptured as energy pierced the flesh of the fleeing warrior, his intestines ripped in half and slid slowly out of his body as he gradually collapsed onto his knees.

"Minoshia!" In the heat of battle he had let himself be distracted, and quickly turned towards the familiar voice of the damsel in distress. He had never been much of a hero, but it was better late then never to get into that game.

As the Konat turned around, he didn't see what he expected to see. He anticipated a mob surrounding and gang-beating the young innocent girl. In reality, she was kicking ass, there was just too many of them. The Dark Prince dug his feet into the debris ridden blood puddles that soaked gradually into his boots and tensed his muscles. Red flames began to lick around his body slowly, erupting in his aura. The sheer power of his kaioken itself launched Syntech warriors backward in a shock wave of strength.

Pressing hard towards Bulma, Minoshia hurled energy as he sprinted at her attackers. He heard eruptions and screams, and fanaticized about the possible outcomes of his energy balls. He had closed in quicker then he had thought, and had caught one of the Syntech warriors off guard. The attacker didn't realize the prince was approaching from behind, and when a piercing, tingling sensation of raw pain seared through his gut he looked down in wonder. All he saw was a quick glimpse of the cold steel Minoshia lugged around on his back, before he died.

As the body fell in front of him, he looked into the eyes of the girl and winked. It appeared she wasn't too fond of killing, so Minoshia decided it would be best to help her with that dilemma. She would punch a Syntech warrior, he would fall or stumble backwards, and the Konat would be there to shatter their bodies with energy, or incinerate them with his fiery might. It was the perfect combination, she fought and only had to land a couple of strikes on each foe, and the prince of darkness was there to clean up and deal death. She threw up the alley-oop, and he slammed it down with authority. It was effective, quick, easy and enjoyable, in one word it was perfect.

And Minoshia got to play his part, acting in his favorite role, The prince of darkness was once again The Reaper, and he brought death, oh did he bring death.


OOC- I don't know if i like it.