12-13-2006, 08:12 PM
A rich, firebrick fluid from a previous skirmish had dried lightly on a shattered stone pillar. The solid column had endured the worst end of a stray energy blast by the looks, and a victim of the structure's last few seconds lay dead underneath it; his body was half under, the other half was out - crushed like fruit. The skinny, cold hand of the dead minor was enclosed within a spiky black-haired warrior's.
?Need a hand?? the man joked, the infantry were speechless at such a derogatory remark, but he didn't care.
?Do you Saiya-jin have no respect? He died valiantly, in action!? a scout retorted.
?Oh come on, I was trying to lighten the mood. Ever since this whole thing came into play, you've all been lifeless, scared. Is that how you want to fill out this competition? Maybe we'll arrive at camp soon, or maybe we'll find someone willing to help us. Heck, maybe we will even find the team we were assigned to after disappearing from them for days.?
It was a bold perspective, but also a foolishly dangerous one. It was typical of an idealist to hope for something fortuous to occur anytime soon. Kollifum, however, didn't seem himself as an idealist. His ideas were usually frolicks more then sensible or practical solutions, unless something required professionalism or seriousness on his half. Lately though, the anticipation of war and a great deal of appetence had been exasperatingly difficult to sustain. It had driven him crazy - he wasn't usually this light hearted.
The stunning panorama was exclusively filled with lush greens and blues, but this was more of an abandoned, ruined, settlement to be exact. Although, that didn't neglect any beauty it once held. They soon found themselves an exit from the village, and set course for a square of land they identified as base. The team of soldiers were always stout and alert through the journey, attempting to corroborate their terrain negotiating skills with Kollifum, their leader. Though the only place his eyes were set, was the sun, and the trail of dirt and herbage under his boots.
?Master Kollifum!? a soldier behind clamoured.
?What?? He was feeling kind of grouchy, the hills and rolling banks had his legs feeling like jelly.
?We have made contact with General Garlic Junior, sire. Not physically, but we're sure he is in the area.?
?Nice work, men.? The troops and their corporal began their last three minutes towards their affirmed destination.
?Need a hand?? the man joked, the infantry were speechless at such a derogatory remark, but he didn't care.
?Do you Saiya-jin have no respect? He died valiantly, in action!? a scout retorted.
?Oh come on, I was trying to lighten the mood. Ever since this whole thing came into play, you've all been lifeless, scared. Is that how you want to fill out this competition? Maybe we'll arrive at camp soon, or maybe we'll find someone willing to help us. Heck, maybe we will even find the team we were assigned to after disappearing from them for days.?
It was a bold perspective, but also a foolishly dangerous one. It was typical of an idealist to hope for something fortuous to occur anytime soon. Kollifum, however, didn't seem himself as an idealist. His ideas were usually frolicks more then sensible or practical solutions, unless something required professionalism or seriousness on his half. Lately though, the anticipation of war and a great deal of appetence had been exasperatingly difficult to sustain. It had driven him crazy - he wasn't usually this light hearted.
The stunning panorama was exclusively filled with lush greens and blues, but this was more of an abandoned, ruined, settlement to be exact. Although, that didn't neglect any beauty it once held. They soon found themselves an exit from the village, and set course for a square of land they identified as base. The team of soldiers were always stout and alert through the journey, attempting to corroborate their terrain negotiating skills with Kollifum, their leader. Though the only place his eyes were set, was the sun, and the trail of dirt and herbage under his boots.
?Master Kollifum!? a soldier behind clamoured.
?What?? He was feeling kind of grouchy, the hills and rolling banks had his legs feeling like jelly.
?We have made contact with General Garlic Junior, sire. Not physically, but we're sure he is in the area.?
?Nice work, men.? The troops and their corporal began their last three minutes towards their affirmed destination.