01-19-2007, 06:48 AM
The electricity crackled the Dante troops, some dying almost instantly. In fear, some turned to flee, the confusion of it all only adding to their broken morale. As they turned to escape, they found a figure standing tall before them. Broli stood with his hands at his sides, his fists firmly clenched. They froze in their tracks, staring at their massive Commander.
Without a word, he took a step forward, followed by another. As if mimicking his movements, the troops turned and moved with him in total silence. As they moved, their pace quickened, at last erupting into a jog back into the fray. With roars of ?For Dante,? they pushed themselves into the battle, some to their immediate deaths.
Akane had fallen, yet Broli knew nothing of it. Perhaps, in reality, those who knew of the fall of the Lieutenant had willingly chosen not to inform the Commander due to his recent mental state. Even so, the battle continued onwards, and as Broli fought through the flanks of United soldiers, he recognized his friend, Vejita nearby.
His King was not the only face he witnessed. In the thick of battle, Broli could make out the mechanical Commander known as Android Sixteen. ?Vejita!? The King turned at his friend?s bidding, Broli motioning towards the United officer.
A single shot rang out, louder than the rest. In a flash, Vejita was on one knee, holding his shoulder in anguish. Broli was immediately at his side, attempting to help him up. ?Go!? Vejita began. ?Go after Sixteen! I?ll be fine!? Broli reached for him ever still. ?I said go! It?s time to let fate do its work with me, now go!? The Saiya-Jin known as Burori looked over his shoulder at the hulking android. Would he sacrifice his ally?s safety?
Run your course, Fate. You?ll find me in the flow of your streams.
Nodding to his King, Broli set his sights on Sixteen. Pushing his way through both his own troops and enemy soldiers, he began to run towards his target.
Who I am today is a direct result of the choices I?ve made.
Sixteen was thrusting his fist into the jaw of a Dante soldier as Broli approached.
I am not nothing. I am a Saiyan.
?I am a Saiyan!? he roared, tackling Android Sixteen with the momentum of his entire body. Both tumbled into the dirt, rolling over one another. Immediately, they each jumped to their feet, Sixteen somewhat caught off guard. Broli found himself standing eye level with his enemy, as the android?s height reached even his own. They stood in total silence, as if each waiting to see if the other would make the first move. And then, needing no further beckoning, they both threw at one another, tangling themselves up with an exchange of swiftly thrown fists.
With a crash, Sixteen jumped back, the muscles of his arms bulging at his sides. Broli skidded against the dirt backwards, leaning forward to halt his tumbling momentum. Again, they found one another staring in complete silence, neither showing a sign of weakness or fatigue.
Without a doubt, only one would walk away from the battle alive. Of course, each thought that it would be the demise of his opponent that would occur, but only time would tell the actual result. Dante and United soldiers clashed around them, giving no attention to the crucial face off that was occurring.
Still, Broli was ready to give everything he had in him in order to allow Dante?s victory, even if it meant his own death. The truth of the matter was that he didn?t just tell his men that death could be a greater gain; he believed it himself, and if death was to find him that day, he was ready to accept it with open arms. Even so, he wasn?t about to go quietly.
Run your course, Fate.
Without a word, he took a step forward, followed by another. As if mimicking his movements, the troops turned and moved with him in total silence. As they moved, their pace quickened, at last erupting into a jog back into the fray. With roars of ?For Dante,? they pushed themselves into the battle, some to their immediate deaths.
Akane had fallen, yet Broli knew nothing of it. Perhaps, in reality, those who knew of the fall of the Lieutenant had willingly chosen not to inform the Commander due to his recent mental state. Even so, the battle continued onwards, and as Broli fought through the flanks of United soldiers, he recognized his friend, Vejita nearby.
His King was not the only face he witnessed. In the thick of battle, Broli could make out the mechanical Commander known as Android Sixteen. ?Vejita!? The King turned at his friend?s bidding, Broli motioning towards the United officer.
A single shot rang out, louder than the rest. In a flash, Vejita was on one knee, holding his shoulder in anguish. Broli was immediately at his side, attempting to help him up. ?Go!? Vejita began. ?Go after Sixteen! I?ll be fine!? Broli reached for him ever still. ?I said go! It?s time to let fate do its work with me, now go!? The Saiya-Jin known as Burori looked over his shoulder at the hulking android. Would he sacrifice his ally?s safety?
Run your course, Fate. You?ll find me in the flow of your streams.
Nodding to his King, Broli set his sights on Sixteen. Pushing his way through both his own troops and enemy soldiers, he began to run towards his target.
Who I am today is a direct result of the choices I?ve made.
Sixteen was thrusting his fist into the jaw of a Dante soldier as Broli approached.
I am not nothing. I am a Saiyan.
?I am a Saiyan!? he roared, tackling Android Sixteen with the momentum of his entire body. Both tumbled into the dirt, rolling over one another. Immediately, they each jumped to their feet, Sixteen somewhat caught off guard. Broli found himself standing eye level with his enemy, as the android?s height reached even his own. They stood in total silence, as if each waiting to see if the other would make the first move. And then, needing no further beckoning, they both threw at one another, tangling themselves up with an exchange of swiftly thrown fists.
With a crash, Sixteen jumped back, the muscles of his arms bulging at his sides. Broli skidded against the dirt backwards, leaning forward to halt his tumbling momentum. Again, they found one another staring in complete silence, neither showing a sign of weakness or fatigue.
Without a doubt, only one would walk away from the battle alive. Of course, each thought that it would be the demise of his opponent that would occur, but only time would tell the actual result. Dante and United soldiers clashed around them, giving no attention to the crucial face off that was occurring.
Still, Broli was ready to give everything he had in him in order to allow Dante?s victory, even if it meant his own death. The truth of the matter was that he didn?t just tell his men that death could be a greater gain; he believed it himself, and if death was to find him that day, he was ready to accept it with open arms. Even so, he wasn?t about to go quietly.
Run your course, Fate.