01-16-2007, 02:32 PM
The grim thoughts of failure were severed with denial with each impending blow that was calculated becoming additional substance for United?s equivalent strength to Dante. Their forces were engrossed with talented fighters with an array of combative abilities and beyond doubt were productive in their techniques of warfare. Even with the confidence of a god and the strength of mammoth proportions; Dante could not predict such an outcome to unravel before their very eyes. Android-16 and Gokua were presenting themselves with admirable conditions and compelling their adversaries to ponder in the bewilderment of the fortresses exterior.
Queries were exchanged among Vejita?s armies, but so were exhilaration and a blazing excess of adrenaline that coursed into their every veins. It molded an impression of a lingering victory upon their sights which almost spoke a delicate tongue into their ears. It tenderly murmured and was not submerged underneath the vast quantity of skepticism derived from the brutality in their vision.
Spheres of magnificent, yet traumatizing, conflagration out-stretched throughout the heavens to deduct the heavens and all of the wonder it once withheld. The colorless shades of clouds that sprinkled its rays of illumination, grace, and splendor over the trenches were not stripped away. The circular extensions of United and Dante?s ferocious fury tortured the once land of tranquility with its flames licking the terrain with the utmost damage.
Soldiers were unleashing a defined tone of screams that consisted of extreme agony and was solidified with a fraction of trepidation that seemed to be administered from the catapults being ejected outwards to opposing territories. Dante?s entire atmosphere was throttled with the devastating scent of flesh that had been set ablaze until the meat clung with all might to the bones of once existing men. It was a fragrance that instantaneously instilled the knowledge of this war?s significance with just a faint breath.
A putrid river of flourishing and oozing life-force tainting the planet; the blood that seemed to gush of enormous magnitude with even the miniature deceased warriors plopped in mind-boggling designs on the terrain. King Vejita was enthused with mayhem and this carnage could only induce his starvation for it all. His beady eyes were peering with every grain of energy they could locate at the fortress of Monte Christo. Even his nostrils were inflated and unable to resist the wondrous smell of blood that seeped into his senses and unlocked that imprisoned reminder of an event similar to hell as this particular one. The commander?s auburn skin tingled and this venue commenced to unravel into his own perspective of nirvana. One with men absent with the value of their existence and with the comprehension of their foretold demise.
It was spectacular in all of it?s creation and the flames of hell itself barricaded them from withdraw. The concluding detail being a portrait of the skies painted in a color of beauty, but only to develop an irony to this hellacious setting. It captured King Vejita?s ideals with not even a shredded indication of inadequacy. It was also so amazingly similar to the sight of Monte Christo in itself.
OOC: More to come, good sirs.
Queries were exchanged among Vejita?s armies, but so were exhilaration and a blazing excess of adrenaline that coursed into their every veins. It molded an impression of a lingering victory upon their sights which almost spoke a delicate tongue into their ears. It tenderly murmured and was not submerged underneath the vast quantity of skepticism derived from the brutality in their vision.
Spheres of magnificent, yet traumatizing, conflagration out-stretched throughout the heavens to deduct the heavens and all of the wonder it once withheld. The colorless shades of clouds that sprinkled its rays of illumination, grace, and splendor over the trenches were not stripped away. The circular extensions of United and Dante?s ferocious fury tortured the once land of tranquility with its flames licking the terrain with the utmost damage.
Soldiers were unleashing a defined tone of screams that consisted of extreme agony and was solidified with a fraction of trepidation that seemed to be administered from the catapults being ejected outwards to opposing territories. Dante?s entire atmosphere was throttled with the devastating scent of flesh that had been set ablaze until the meat clung with all might to the bones of once existing men. It was a fragrance that instantaneously instilled the knowledge of this war?s significance with just a faint breath.
A putrid river of flourishing and oozing life-force tainting the planet; the blood that seemed to gush of enormous magnitude with even the miniature deceased warriors plopped in mind-boggling designs on the terrain. King Vejita was enthused with mayhem and this carnage could only induce his starvation for it all. His beady eyes were peering with every grain of energy they could locate at the fortress of Monte Christo. Even his nostrils were inflated and unable to resist the wondrous smell of blood that seeped into his senses and unlocked that imprisoned reminder of an event similar to hell as this particular one. The commander?s auburn skin tingled and this venue commenced to unravel into his own perspective of nirvana. One with men absent with the value of their existence and with the comprehension of their foretold demise.
It was spectacular in all of it?s creation and the flames of hell itself barricaded them from withdraw. The concluding detail being a portrait of the skies painted in a color of beauty, but only to develop an irony to this hellacious setting. It captured King Vejita?s ideals with not even a shredded indication of inadequacy. It was also so amazingly similar to the sight of Monte Christo in itself.
OOC: More to come, good sirs.