12-09-2006, 04:55 AM
50 guards stood in front of a tower. 50 idle guards, who thought they'd be seeing no action anytime soon.
~*~
A lone figure made her way across the bog, she had a slight limp but it was nothing major. She gimped towards the large tower that loomed over the area, and all the guards could tell what she was going for. She was in normal saiyan armor, only with red trim. Armor really didn't match her cute face at all.
Under her armor she had a massive wound. A healing wound, but it was bandaged. She couldn't even feel it anymore, she was comfortably numb to it. Celipa saw the many figures standing in military fashion in front of the tower, but she just kept pushing forward. She had nothing to lose any more, she'd risked death once in this war already.
As she kept going she picked up her pace, her limp getting steadily better as she went so it impaired her a lot less. Cel's saiyan spirit allowed her to push the pain to the back of her mind for now.
The guards brought up ki swords, every one of them. From around her waist, Celipa snagged at a hilt. It too was a ki sword.
Celipa halted in her march forward. For one brief second, there was a silent tension. The wad of guards watched Celipa, Celipa watched the wad of guards. And then her voice broke the silence.
"I'm not turning back," she barked out loud, pressing the button on her ki sword. It flickered to life. "So you can all forget that right now!"
The guards said nothing, but one put his foot forward. Celipa did likewise, meeting his stony expression with one of your own. His mouth twitched, and then opened wide as he flung a hand forward.
"CHARGE!" he bellowed.
The 50 some-odd guards all sprung forward at once, ki swords raised.
So did Celipa. A fiery inferno of red aura erupted from her feet and overtook her body...the awesome might of kiaoken.
One versus fifty. Even odds.
OOC: Take it away, Burter.
~*~
A lone figure made her way across the bog, she had a slight limp but it was nothing major. She gimped towards the large tower that loomed over the area, and all the guards could tell what she was going for. She was in normal saiyan armor, only with red trim. Armor really didn't match her cute face at all.
Under her armor she had a massive wound. A healing wound, but it was bandaged. She couldn't even feel it anymore, she was comfortably numb to it. Celipa saw the many figures standing in military fashion in front of the tower, but she just kept pushing forward. She had nothing to lose any more, she'd risked death once in this war already.
As she kept going she picked up her pace, her limp getting steadily better as she went so it impaired her a lot less. Cel's saiyan spirit allowed her to push the pain to the back of her mind for now.
The guards brought up ki swords, every one of them. From around her waist, Celipa snagged at a hilt. It too was a ki sword.
Celipa halted in her march forward. For one brief second, there was a silent tension. The wad of guards watched Celipa, Celipa watched the wad of guards. And then her voice broke the silence.
"I'm not turning back," she barked out loud, pressing the button on her ki sword. It flickered to life. "So you can all forget that right now!"
The guards said nothing, but one put his foot forward. Celipa did likewise, meeting his stony expression with one of your own. His mouth twitched, and then opened wide as he flung a hand forward.
"CHARGE!" he bellowed.
The 50 some-odd guards all sprung forward at once, ki swords raised.
So did Celipa. A fiery inferno of red aura erupted from her feet and overtook her body...the awesome might of kiaoken.
One versus fifty. Even odds.
OOC: Take it away, Burter.
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Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams
Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems