01-17-2007, 04:33 PM
The scene had been set with a congregation of thousands of warriors guarding the catapult with their lives dependant on this strategy. Streaming power spiraled from the remnants of the fortress walls and whirled with unfocused prowess into the horde of Dante. The repercussions were disregarded with the narrow loss of fatalities due to their impressive tactic. Their self-assurance was queried with the earth blemished with an inferno before them. However, the stirring speech performed by the saiya-jin king had jarred a slumbering bravery within the soldiers.
They ogled into the ominous flames with an embracing and accepted the fate of death even with the most logical reservations of this skirmish. These men had witnessed their own brothers and those they had sworn to shield be callously executed over this dreadful span. Their throbbing hearts were the foundation for their courage that seemed to not waver even though the menacing battle.
King Vejita?s fingers curled and inched themselves into the security of his hand and constructing a sphere. His daunting presence was dually noted through the vision of the United army as he introduced himself at the frontage of this blockade between the catapults. The dancing flames scrambled to locate the saiya-jin warrior as it ignited the vegetation in front of him. Reality was twisting and bending of it?s perception to the warrior with every rifle being liberated of its ammunition. The earth itself collapsed of its meaning to Vejita and his heart accelerated with every fiber of himself tingling with a vicious joy for this malicious war.
All of his reflections upon this situation were annulled and he flung his limbs above into the heavens in a symbolic manner. This symbolic motion could only signify his inclusive devotion to the conquest of his soldiers by sacrificing his well-being. The miniature projectiles that sliced through the atmosphere with such velocity were journeying, but inches from his form.
His teeth scraped one another to depress his emotions as they surfaced from his soul and his facial expression was commanded by this contamination of fury. The king of all saiya-jin?s had renounced all pessimism and unconstructiveness that would ever conceive to delay his powers. ?Let this be truth to you, men. They hold no strength beyond our own and they are as mortal as we are. Their blood flows just as ours! ? Vejita?s words were unrelenting in their incentive to persist into the heart of United?s fortress. Unfortunately, as his breath were emitted into the arctic temperature, his silence was commanded with authority from an unidentified pellet.
All sensations in his hand seemed to connect with one another and discharge only torture through his body. The only comfort he could attain was the warmth of his own blood basically immersing his hand in it?s presence. King Vejita?s eyes were swelling of moisture and a droplet of his anguish steered down his cheek. Speech was not required in this situation as not even that could define the soreness of his hand as it ejected his blood from the wound.
The warrior?s limbs lingered in their position, but his hand consumed a fist to bombard the pain from his senses. As the fist resumed to an even further compact form, the oozing liquid drooled forth to diminish the strength of the inferno. ?My blood holds no bounds to my power; it can only proceed my wicked thoughts of your execution. DO YOU HEAR?! THE KING OF ALL SAIYA-JIN?S STANDS BEFORE YOU!? Without usage to his audible range, he couldn?t properly regulate his volume and his voice echoed from the impenetrable fortress walls.
Commander Vejita?s lunacy did not stagger however as his non-dominant hand was accurately aimed for the structure with minimal energy being evacuated from himself. A fog of smoke was cast into the vicinity with each blow providing no actual contribution for their victory.
The saiya-jin warrior?s muscles were immobilized under an undetermined realization. His cranium rotated slightly into Broli?s general direction and his expression was cleansed of all known hatred for the moment. Vejita?s lack of sanity however was acknowledged through the uncanny markings below his eyes and the lifeless gaze that his eyes portrayed. The warrior?s tongue soothed over his parched lips momentarily while he attempted to salvage the usage of words to describe his feelings for the commander.
?My words will not deceive you, my dear brother. I will not stand before you and falsify my intentions. Your loyalty over these years has shown me the wonders of this world, but the king of your past is now the king of just that. I harbor none of the emotions that I once held, but know this: you are the one which I will shelter from peril. Through my realization of this empowering darkness, I do not lose sight of the ones that stood alongside of me.?
His words proceeded, but with his voice combined with further volume to refer to others. ?My words speak to you two, as well, Akane and Reijin.? It was a demanding process by the saiya-jin king as he struggled to locate his compassion for these three soldiers.
OOC: Yeah, yeah.
They ogled into the ominous flames with an embracing and accepted the fate of death even with the most logical reservations of this skirmish. These men had witnessed their own brothers and those they had sworn to shield be callously executed over this dreadful span. Their throbbing hearts were the foundation for their courage that seemed to not waver even though the menacing battle.
King Vejita?s fingers curled and inched themselves into the security of his hand and constructing a sphere. His daunting presence was dually noted through the vision of the United army as he introduced himself at the frontage of this blockade between the catapults. The dancing flames scrambled to locate the saiya-jin warrior as it ignited the vegetation in front of him. Reality was twisting and bending of it?s perception to the warrior with every rifle being liberated of its ammunition. The earth itself collapsed of its meaning to Vejita and his heart accelerated with every fiber of himself tingling with a vicious joy for this malicious war.
All of his reflections upon this situation were annulled and he flung his limbs above into the heavens in a symbolic manner. This symbolic motion could only signify his inclusive devotion to the conquest of his soldiers by sacrificing his well-being. The miniature projectiles that sliced through the atmosphere with such velocity were journeying, but inches from his form.
His teeth scraped one another to depress his emotions as they surfaced from his soul and his facial expression was commanded by this contamination of fury. The king of all saiya-jin?s had renounced all pessimism and unconstructiveness that would ever conceive to delay his powers. ?Let this be truth to you, men. They hold no strength beyond our own and they are as mortal as we are. Their blood flows just as ours! ? Vejita?s words were unrelenting in their incentive to persist into the heart of United?s fortress. Unfortunately, as his breath were emitted into the arctic temperature, his silence was commanded with authority from an unidentified pellet.
All sensations in his hand seemed to connect with one another and discharge only torture through his body. The only comfort he could attain was the warmth of his own blood basically immersing his hand in it?s presence. King Vejita?s eyes were swelling of moisture and a droplet of his anguish steered down his cheek. Speech was not required in this situation as not even that could define the soreness of his hand as it ejected his blood from the wound.
The warrior?s limbs lingered in their position, but his hand consumed a fist to bombard the pain from his senses. As the fist resumed to an even further compact form, the oozing liquid drooled forth to diminish the strength of the inferno. ?My blood holds no bounds to my power; it can only proceed my wicked thoughts of your execution. DO YOU HEAR?! THE KING OF ALL SAIYA-JIN?S STANDS BEFORE YOU!? Without usage to his audible range, he couldn?t properly regulate his volume and his voice echoed from the impenetrable fortress walls.
Commander Vejita?s lunacy did not stagger however as his non-dominant hand was accurately aimed for the structure with minimal energy being evacuated from himself. A fog of smoke was cast into the vicinity with each blow providing no actual contribution for their victory.
The saiya-jin warrior?s muscles were immobilized under an undetermined realization. His cranium rotated slightly into Broli?s general direction and his expression was cleansed of all known hatred for the moment. Vejita?s lack of sanity however was acknowledged through the uncanny markings below his eyes and the lifeless gaze that his eyes portrayed. The warrior?s tongue soothed over his parched lips momentarily while he attempted to salvage the usage of words to describe his feelings for the commander.
?My words will not deceive you, my dear brother. I will not stand before you and falsify my intentions. Your loyalty over these years has shown me the wonders of this world, but the king of your past is now the king of just that. I harbor none of the emotions that I once held, but know this: you are the one which I will shelter from peril. Through my realization of this empowering darkness, I do not lose sight of the ones that stood alongside of me.?
His words proceeded, but with his voice combined with further volume to refer to others. ?My words speak to you two, as well, Akane and Reijin.? It was a demanding process by the saiya-jin king as he struggled to locate his compassion for these three soldiers.
OOC: Yeah, yeah.