12-14-2006, 11:28 PM
Hate was an emotion that the android was ill accustomed to feeling. It felt like a torrent of fire and power surging through his blood vessels and cybernetic wiring?fueling his fists and numbing his mind and body to the potentially fatal ramifications of the situation. Seventeen grimaced as he lay on the ground and gazed into the bleak clouds that hung above the battlefield.
The sun had descended passed the gray overcast and was now bathing the Unforgiving Plains in a bloody hue. Minoshia was perched above the fallen android and basking in his momentary victory against his cybernetic opposition. Seventeen scoffed, wincing slightly as he pulled himself from the ground and brushed the dust and dried earth from his armor. The cyborg returned the konat?s hateful glare and smiled slightly at the mohawked warrior.
Minoshia frowned?his mind unable to fathom such behavior from a man who had just been beaten down and thrown to the ground. Was that the slightest traces of an ego showing through the android?s usually placid fa?ade or were the insane odds placed against him finally causing Seventeen?s sanity to falter? Either way the tale was woven, it was obvious from the demeanor of the two warriors that only one of them was going to depart the Unforgiving Plains of their own accord.
A door opened behind the Dark Prince, and with a slight nod of this head, the young konat acknowledged the presence of the saiya-jin Raditzu. The monkey-hybrid bore an indifferent look upon his visage as he merely reclined against the door of his abode to watch the fight unfold. Seventeen glanced over at the long-haired warrior as he brushed one of his spiked, ebony locks back over his shoulder and resigned to his continued apathy toward the war.
The android cocked his head to the side and spit up a fusion of blood and saliva from his maw?the fruits of Minoshia?s successful strike a few moments prior. With fresh frustration flowing through his veins, Seventeen summoned up a small sphere of azure ki into the confines of his dirtied palm. Clenching his fingers tightly around the diminutive glove, the android watched as a limp cable of energy sprung forth.
Seventeen smiled as his face was illuminated by the dreamy, azure glow of the weapon, but the machine-hybrid knew to waste such precious time fondling over pretty lights would be the death of him. Reacting almost immediately, the onyx-haired warrior reeled the weapon back and lashed out at Minoshia with it. The konat royalty grimaced?throwing up a hand to prevent the ki whip from harming his visage.
The defensive gambit was a success, and sure enough, the rope merely struck Minoshia?s forearm and looped around a few times. His pupils dilating as torrents of adrenaline continued to cascade through his body, Seventeen crafted another energy and whip and once again moved to flog the general. With one of his arms still wrapped up by the other whip, Minoshia moved his free appendage to intercept the second whip.
By the time the Dark Prince deduced what had just transpired, Seventeen threw all his strength into a desperate effort to yank the warrior from his standing position. While the force wasn?t enough to topple Minoshia, it still contained enough of a surprise factor to successfully fragment the konat?s previously impeccable balance.
Casting aside his now useless weapons, the machine-hybrid dashed forward and slammed his fists into his adversary?s neck. A grunt escaped the maw of the tyrannical, black-hearted warrior as he reeled back from the painful, sudden strike. Seventeen immediately came to a halt when he saw his opponent recede a few steps, but just as Minoshia had brushed off the relatively meager attack, he looked over to see his adversary vaporize amid a deluge of white and blue light.
Anger consumed the form of the wrathful prince as he scanned the area before him for his elusive nemesis. Seventeen reemerged on the visible plane behind the konat, and with an uncharacteristic scowl upon his face, the android jumped into the air and delivered a spinning kick to the unaware general. The surprise attack sent Minoshia to his knees, but the Dark Prince lingered for but a moment before the crimson aura blanketing his form surged to life.
Climbing from the barren ground, the Dante general turned to face his rival?his eyes burning with an intense hatred. Seventeen would have normally resorted to some sort of sardonic comment to lighten the mood, but even someone as carefree as the android understood that this was a situation where sarcasm and humor were nothing but a waste of breath. The only language Minoshia communicated with was fists, kicks, and bloodshed.
For the first time in a long time, Seventeen had lost complete track of his inhibitions. The man was consumed by his loathing of the murderer situated but a few feet from his location. Minoshia trembled as he stood in the same location?like his opponent he was being charmed by the euphoric sensation of augmented adrenal levels.
The Dark Prince and the Commander of the Outcasts spent one final moment dwelling in their mutual vice toward one another, and then the once again lunged at each other?s throats. This time the konat came out on top, and with a barrage of swift jabs, he punished the android?s ribcage.
As Seventeen faltered beneath the unyielding onslaught, he clenched his fist together. An icy blue glow hummed to life around his skeletal fist, and with a violent outburst, the machine-hybrid slammed the ki-infused gauntlet into the konat?s cheek. The vigor of the blow proved enough force to interrupt the brutal beat down. As Minoshia lurched away, a hand clasped over his injured cheekbone, Seventeen pressed the attack.
The sun had descended passed the gray overcast and was now bathing the Unforgiving Plains in a bloody hue. Minoshia was perched above the fallen android and basking in his momentary victory against his cybernetic opposition. Seventeen scoffed, wincing slightly as he pulled himself from the ground and brushed the dust and dried earth from his armor. The cyborg returned the konat?s hateful glare and smiled slightly at the mohawked warrior.
Minoshia frowned?his mind unable to fathom such behavior from a man who had just been beaten down and thrown to the ground. Was that the slightest traces of an ego showing through the android?s usually placid fa?ade or were the insane odds placed against him finally causing Seventeen?s sanity to falter? Either way the tale was woven, it was obvious from the demeanor of the two warriors that only one of them was going to depart the Unforgiving Plains of their own accord.
A door opened behind the Dark Prince, and with a slight nod of this head, the young konat acknowledged the presence of the saiya-jin Raditzu. The monkey-hybrid bore an indifferent look upon his visage as he merely reclined against the door of his abode to watch the fight unfold. Seventeen glanced over at the long-haired warrior as he brushed one of his spiked, ebony locks back over his shoulder and resigned to his continued apathy toward the war.
The android cocked his head to the side and spit up a fusion of blood and saliva from his maw?the fruits of Minoshia?s successful strike a few moments prior. With fresh frustration flowing through his veins, Seventeen summoned up a small sphere of azure ki into the confines of his dirtied palm. Clenching his fingers tightly around the diminutive glove, the android watched as a limp cable of energy sprung forth.
Seventeen smiled as his face was illuminated by the dreamy, azure glow of the weapon, but the machine-hybrid knew to waste such precious time fondling over pretty lights would be the death of him. Reacting almost immediately, the onyx-haired warrior reeled the weapon back and lashed out at Minoshia with it. The konat royalty grimaced?throwing up a hand to prevent the ki whip from harming his visage.
The defensive gambit was a success, and sure enough, the rope merely struck Minoshia?s forearm and looped around a few times. His pupils dilating as torrents of adrenaline continued to cascade through his body, Seventeen crafted another energy and whip and once again moved to flog the general. With one of his arms still wrapped up by the other whip, Minoshia moved his free appendage to intercept the second whip.
By the time the Dark Prince deduced what had just transpired, Seventeen threw all his strength into a desperate effort to yank the warrior from his standing position. While the force wasn?t enough to topple Minoshia, it still contained enough of a surprise factor to successfully fragment the konat?s previously impeccable balance.
Casting aside his now useless weapons, the machine-hybrid dashed forward and slammed his fists into his adversary?s neck. A grunt escaped the maw of the tyrannical, black-hearted warrior as he reeled back from the painful, sudden strike. Seventeen immediately came to a halt when he saw his opponent recede a few steps, but just as Minoshia had brushed off the relatively meager attack, he looked over to see his adversary vaporize amid a deluge of white and blue light.
Anger consumed the form of the wrathful prince as he scanned the area before him for his elusive nemesis. Seventeen reemerged on the visible plane behind the konat, and with an uncharacteristic scowl upon his face, the android jumped into the air and delivered a spinning kick to the unaware general. The surprise attack sent Minoshia to his knees, but the Dark Prince lingered for but a moment before the crimson aura blanketing his form surged to life.
Climbing from the barren ground, the Dante general turned to face his rival?his eyes burning with an intense hatred. Seventeen would have normally resorted to some sort of sardonic comment to lighten the mood, but even someone as carefree as the android understood that this was a situation where sarcasm and humor were nothing but a waste of breath. The only language Minoshia communicated with was fists, kicks, and bloodshed.
For the first time in a long time, Seventeen had lost complete track of his inhibitions. The man was consumed by his loathing of the murderer situated but a few feet from his location. Minoshia trembled as he stood in the same location?like his opponent he was being charmed by the euphoric sensation of augmented adrenal levels.
The Dark Prince and the Commander of the Outcasts spent one final moment dwelling in their mutual vice toward one another, and then the once again lunged at each other?s throats. This time the konat came out on top, and with a barrage of swift jabs, he punished the android?s ribcage.
As Seventeen faltered beneath the unyielding onslaught, he clenched his fist together. An icy blue glow hummed to life around his skeletal fist, and with a violent outburst, the machine-hybrid slammed the ki-infused gauntlet into the konat?s cheek. The vigor of the blow proved enough force to interrupt the brutal beat down. As Minoshia lurched away, a hand clasped over his injured cheekbone, Seventeen pressed the attack.
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