01-03-2007, 12:42 PM
"Dante will not fall today! The sweat, the blood, the tears, the struggles - will not be in vain." The saiya-jin warrior rejected his inactivity, adjusting to the prospect of war with adrenaline being awaken into his veins. He rallied through the masses of Dante soldiers with their injured soldiers being shunned upon and being overwhelmed by the sight of Sanguine Castle. Its detail and all of its splendor was imprinted upon his brain while marking this day of its significance.
The dim heavens stalked Vejita's movements as he hurried into the threshold of the castle. His status as commander was disregarded in providing guidance for his soldiers. The commander's eyes were transfixed with the imagery of the doors toppled over; his lips curving with malicious intent. His objective of terminating Cell Jr was severed with the acknowledgement of Broli securing the Outcast soldier as his own target.
This was sufficient however since it endowed him entry into the castle. Outcast soldiers were placed in combat positions in regards to King Vejita's introduction to them. Their clothing was so distinctably reconizeable to him and he was instantly able to distinguish them from his own forces. "Halt commander, we don't want to have to kill you. Surrender now!" An approximate quantity of ten men were visible to him, but their range of power was inadequate. The king was deprived of any stance, but only sneered in their general direction.
Unfortunately, the suggestion of surrender was discontinued with all the soldiers announcing themselves with a huddle over him. The commander's muscles were influenced solely by instinct while his limbs established a flurry of assaults in a swift frenzy. With his offensive completely undirected, bodies were ejected into random directions. It was an successful selection, but the skirmish hadn't seized yet.
The hulking shadows of undetermined fighters casted over Vejita, and his eyes rummaged throughout the vicinity. A pair of specific Outcast soldiers presented themselves in a hostile manner. The arms of an unknown creature secured the saiya-jin king, imprisoning him momentarily while his comrade persistantly forced his hardened knuckles into Vejita's stomach. Each thrust was entwined with great strength and compelled the saiya-jin to throttle with blood inching from his mouth.
His heart was thunderously pounded with hatred being spawned with every beat. King Vejita's pupils were employed of a scarlet blend and his aura was tainted with a darker tent. The Outcasts soldiers, with only a minimal amount of endeavor, were applied to a devastating collision between one another. "Only the shadows will guide me now."
OOC: Didn't like this RP, sorry. =/
The dim heavens stalked Vejita's movements as he hurried into the threshold of the castle. His status as commander was disregarded in providing guidance for his soldiers. The commander's eyes were transfixed with the imagery of the doors toppled over; his lips curving with malicious intent. His objective of terminating Cell Jr was severed with the acknowledgement of Broli securing the Outcast soldier as his own target.
This was sufficient however since it endowed him entry into the castle. Outcast soldiers were placed in combat positions in regards to King Vejita's introduction to them. Their clothing was so distinctably reconizeable to him and he was instantly able to distinguish them from his own forces. "Halt commander, we don't want to have to kill you. Surrender now!" An approximate quantity of ten men were visible to him, but their range of power was inadequate. The king was deprived of any stance, but only sneered in their general direction.
Unfortunately, the suggestion of surrender was discontinued with all the soldiers announcing themselves with a huddle over him. The commander's muscles were influenced solely by instinct while his limbs established a flurry of assaults in a swift frenzy. With his offensive completely undirected, bodies were ejected into random directions. It was an successful selection, but the skirmish hadn't seized yet.
The hulking shadows of undetermined fighters casted over Vejita, and his eyes rummaged throughout the vicinity. A pair of specific Outcast soldiers presented themselves in a hostile manner. The arms of an unknown creature secured the saiya-jin king, imprisoning him momentarily while his comrade persistantly forced his hardened knuckles into Vejita's stomach. Each thrust was entwined with great strength and compelled the saiya-jin to throttle with blood inching from his mouth.
His heart was thunderously pounded with hatred being spawned with every beat. King Vejita's pupils were employed of a scarlet blend and his aura was tainted with a darker tent. The Outcasts soldiers, with only a minimal amount of endeavor, were applied to a devastating collision between one another. "Only the shadows will guide me now."
OOC: Didn't like this RP, sorry. =/