12-14-2006, 05:50 PM
?And this time you won?t have a rocket launcher.? The Konatsa-jin shot back with a bitter taste of hate filtering through his lips. The brief moment of composure and calm ended quickly when the two pushed off their plant foot and launched at the other, both with fists cocked back. Each hurled the set of knuckles like a bullet launched from a rifle, firing their attacks with hate in their minds and cruel intent in their hearts.
The child of prophecy overshot his attack, letting his arm swing wildly over the far shoulder of the onyx haired droid. His stomach was immediately drilled with the fist of the machine, who took advantage of the prince?s misfire. Doubling over with immediate pain, Minoshia found the patella of Seventeen thrusting into his chin, launching him backwards in a large arch. Quickly all the momentum gained by the Mohawk adorned warrior had evaporated.
He slid backwards on his rear, quickly flipping himself back into the air with ease and landing on his feet in a fighting stance. Lifting his head quickly he saw a blaze of light approaching him from the other side of the small battlefield. The energy tore against his sternum, exploding on his chest and tearing his light clothing. Minoshia?s torso was forced backwards, while his feet tried to stay in place. What resulted was a semi-arching fall, causing him to land on the back of his skull.
In his rage, the android charged towards the fallen warrior, swinging a kick at his exposed ribs. Gaining his composure more rapidly then Seventeen had predicted, the Konat grabbed the flying foot of his adversary and ripped it up with him as he jolted himself back to his feet. Rather then falling, the machine flipped him backwards and landed on his feet within melee range of the surprised warrior. The two immediately reached back and hurled fists charged with energy at the other. Knuckles collided in mid flight, sparks of energy erupted around the flesh and metal as their auras collided in hate filled collision.
Prince and Commander, locked in eternal hatred, swung rapidly at each other, parrying each other?s strikes and attempting a counter of their own. The Android broke through first, slamming a fist into the jaw of the exposed Konat. Stumbling backwards, Minoshia caught a rock and fell onto his side, the blood that filled his mouth squirted onto the ground beside him. Pushing his palms against the ground, he forced his body onto its feet and stood tall against the setting sun behind him. Blood dripped down his chin slowly, something was missing still, and he couldn?t find him. He couldn?t find his true self, floating around in his mind somewhere, looking to come out. Where was he when he needed him?
Forgetting what he didn?t have, he focused on the advantages presented to him. Charging His massive bloody aura, he let his Kaioken rip around his body, flowing like water in the calm air around him. Digging his feet into the ground he charged the droid, his mind focusing on a small army logo in the center of his chest. The machine had other plans, however, as he charged up his own attack, preparing to attack the coming prince.
Seventeen hurled his fist at the head of the charging Konat, aiming for a knockout blow. Minoshia ducked under the knuckles of fury, his knees bent he was almost squatting below the exposed body of the Android. Launching skywards, he landed his fist into the chin of his opposition, launching him backwards and onto his own back. Minoshia stood alone, basking in pride under the hot sun; he had landed his first true offensive strike of the battle. His chest heaved up and down, not from fatigue, but from the pure adrenaline that ran through his veins.
?For Dante!? Minoshia bellowed, launching his fist into the air. A door creaked behind him, and the prince turned around to see the longhaired saiyan emerging from the cabin once more. The prince nodded his head to Raditzu, with only one question buzzing through his mind. Was the saiyan an enemy, or an ally?
The child of prophecy overshot his attack, letting his arm swing wildly over the far shoulder of the onyx haired droid. His stomach was immediately drilled with the fist of the machine, who took advantage of the prince?s misfire. Doubling over with immediate pain, Minoshia found the patella of Seventeen thrusting into his chin, launching him backwards in a large arch. Quickly all the momentum gained by the Mohawk adorned warrior had evaporated.
He slid backwards on his rear, quickly flipping himself back into the air with ease and landing on his feet in a fighting stance. Lifting his head quickly he saw a blaze of light approaching him from the other side of the small battlefield. The energy tore against his sternum, exploding on his chest and tearing his light clothing. Minoshia?s torso was forced backwards, while his feet tried to stay in place. What resulted was a semi-arching fall, causing him to land on the back of his skull.
In his rage, the android charged towards the fallen warrior, swinging a kick at his exposed ribs. Gaining his composure more rapidly then Seventeen had predicted, the Konat grabbed the flying foot of his adversary and ripped it up with him as he jolted himself back to his feet. Rather then falling, the machine flipped him backwards and landed on his feet within melee range of the surprised warrior. The two immediately reached back and hurled fists charged with energy at the other. Knuckles collided in mid flight, sparks of energy erupted around the flesh and metal as their auras collided in hate filled collision.
Prince and Commander, locked in eternal hatred, swung rapidly at each other, parrying each other?s strikes and attempting a counter of their own. The Android broke through first, slamming a fist into the jaw of the exposed Konat. Stumbling backwards, Minoshia caught a rock and fell onto his side, the blood that filled his mouth squirted onto the ground beside him. Pushing his palms against the ground, he forced his body onto its feet and stood tall against the setting sun behind him. Blood dripped down his chin slowly, something was missing still, and he couldn?t find him. He couldn?t find his true self, floating around in his mind somewhere, looking to come out. Where was he when he needed him?
Forgetting what he didn?t have, he focused on the advantages presented to him. Charging His massive bloody aura, he let his Kaioken rip around his body, flowing like water in the calm air around him. Digging his feet into the ground he charged the droid, his mind focusing on a small army logo in the center of his chest. The machine had other plans, however, as he charged up his own attack, preparing to attack the coming prince.
Seventeen hurled his fist at the head of the charging Konat, aiming for a knockout blow. Minoshia ducked under the knuckles of fury, his knees bent he was almost squatting below the exposed body of the Android. Launching skywards, he landed his fist into the chin of his opposition, launching him backwards and onto his own back. Minoshia stood alone, basking in pride under the hot sun; he had landed his first true offensive strike of the battle. His chest heaved up and down, not from fatigue, but from the pure adrenaline that ran through his veins.
?For Dante!? Minoshia bellowed, launching his fist into the air. A door creaked behind him, and the prince turned around to see the longhaired saiyan emerging from the cabin once more. The prince nodded his head to Raditzu, with only one question buzzing through his mind. Was the saiyan an enemy, or an ally?
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The Prince of Darkness