01-16-2007, 03:12 PM
The commander?s eyes were geared in unguided directions and could only flock to the most recent of disasters pertaining to his armies. A portion of his most intimidating warriors were slaughtered without a proper chance of survival and he could only resume his actions with an accompanied temper. His skin was transferred into a scarlet color while his aura gloriously molded itself to the definitions of his form. The saiya-jin?s tongue constructed clatters of undetermined language; only driven with minimal anguish and an abundance of rage.
Vejita I?s feet trampled into the saturated of blood with fragments of the liquid being flung in unseen directions. It confined itself to the shape of his customary shoes while his legs thunderously stomped into the soil to sustain a proper stance. If he dared contact with the planet of Dante, the consequences would stem into treacherous scenarios. Specifically, being that his guard would certainly be neutralized and the whirling ammunition of sniper rifles would undoubtedly pierce the saiya-jin?s opportunity for victory over Dante?s Abyss.
Dante soldiers were being neglected with every measurement of feet he established. After all, not one entity affiliated with his ?army? reserved themselves in the placement of Vejita?s compassion. His compassion had desiccated and been cast to a realm similar to the fate he sought for this opposing army and for all those that demanded of his decapitation. Even with his heart void and unconcerned for the health of his soldiers; victory was still an objective that was required with the assistance of Dante?s army with undiluted strength.
The commander placed himself in between the horde of his officers and the structure that represented all that denied him his goals: United. With every breath that he could sustain and with his lungs clutching the oxygen even in its tainted form, the speech that would detour succession or thwart a collapse of the forces began from Vejita.
?Look not at the shroud of fear and doubt, but at those that stand beside you. We?re brothers, bonded not by blood, but by the experiences we have undergone. The passage of this competition has molded us all and has molded our faith in the name of Dante. Together we stand below the heavens shaped by a higher power and we will not dare breath the thought of failure. For every brother they take from us, is, but ten that will be sought for vengeance!? The dialogue embodied all of the teachings that King Vejita had attempted to symbolize throughout their adventures on this world.
Even though he judged no man on that day as deserving of life; they were all bonded by the name of Dante and all of the joy they had exchanged with one another in their progression. Every solitary battle that had been engaged, was this for this day. Every breath that they stumbled to seize, was for this day and for every droplet of blood that dared be relinquished from the bodies of those they vowed to protect that descended, WAS for this day.
OOC: I guess I'm in that RPing mood. Had to get another one before bedtime. =O
Vejita I?s feet trampled into the saturated of blood with fragments of the liquid being flung in unseen directions. It confined itself to the shape of his customary shoes while his legs thunderously stomped into the soil to sustain a proper stance. If he dared contact with the planet of Dante, the consequences would stem into treacherous scenarios. Specifically, being that his guard would certainly be neutralized and the whirling ammunition of sniper rifles would undoubtedly pierce the saiya-jin?s opportunity for victory over Dante?s Abyss.
Dante soldiers were being neglected with every measurement of feet he established. After all, not one entity affiliated with his ?army? reserved themselves in the placement of Vejita?s compassion. His compassion had desiccated and been cast to a realm similar to the fate he sought for this opposing army and for all those that demanded of his decapitation. Even with his heart void and unconcerned for the health of his soldiers; victory was still an objective that was required with the assistance of Dante?s army with undiluted strength.
The commander placed himself in between the horde of his officers and the structure that represented all that denied him his goals: United. With every breath that he could sustain and with his lungs clutching the oxygen even in its tainted form, the speech that would detour succession or thwart a collapse of the forces began from Vejita.
?Look not at the shroud of fear and doubt, but at those that stand beside you. We?re brothers, bonded not by blood, but by the experiences we have undergone. The passage of this competition has molded us all and has molded our faith in the name of Dante. Together we stand below the heavens shaped by a higher power and we will not dare breath the thought of failure. For every brother they take from us, is, but ten that will be sought for vengeance!? The dialogue embodied all of the teachings that King Vejita had attempted to symbolize throughout their adventures on this world.
Even though he judged no man on that day as deserving of life; they were all bonded by the name of Dante and all of the joy they had exchanged with one another in their progression. Every solitary battle that had been engaged, was this for this day. Every breath that they stumbled to seize, was for this day and for every droplet of blood that dared be relinquished from the bodies of those they vowed to protect that descended, WAS for this day.
OOC: I guess I'm in that RPing mood. Had to get another one before bedtime. =O