01-19-2007, 04:40 PM
Words could not summarize the skirmish of Monte Christo with an expressive tone. However, the pandemonium was conjuring a belief in the soul of the saiya-jin commander that was unprecedented. Aside from the throbbing wound that seemed to be spurting out the purity of his blood, he was determined to overcome the forces of United. At his current rate, not even the armies of hell itself could intervene his fortitude and determination to become victorious in this bout. The king?s gloved hands were bleached of their pallid color and had been doused in his own oozing blood as he attempted to barricade it from depletion.
Vejita?s thoughts were silenced with his reality being blurred of its potency. The only effective contemplation still resident in the chambers of his brain was this bothersome wound and he announced with the utmost potential of his lungs. ?Medics! Come!? An unconfirmed fighter swarmed into the heart of the fortress with swiftness of his commander?s demands. Time was a necessity that was valued immensely in this situation.
The medical soldier was acting proficiently and productively with bandages being fastened over the commander?s shoulder with succession. As he tried to resume his activities once again, his lips liberated a groan into the world of Dante, and his hand reflected a signal of evacuation to the non-combat soldier. King Vejita winced under the agony, but ogled once again at the changeling warrior with a bitter stare. Reijin had imposed his superior strength into their battle, and the king could only admire his initiative to demolish the cowardice fighter.
?His blood is on your hands Reijin, but make it flow well. And may your cowardice be in vain, ?Koola?.? That name was triggering a remembrance of a battle he had contributed in; more specifically against the efforts of this changeling warrior. The fighter?s expression and his identity was known as a similar warrior that had endeavored in seizing the look out from the guardian long ago. This wasn?t entirely fate?s guidance, but was also the sweet taste of justice.
Vejita I?s sluggish pace was paused and his focus once again was reformatted in place of the war. All of the callous battles was traced through the vision of the saiya-jin and one in particular was the ambush of Raikinesis soldiers unleashing a combination of elemental assaults on the intruding Dante soldiers. The commander?s brows ascended upwards with an appalling expression twisting over him as he acknowledged this as his moment.
He had been idle in his duty as commander of this army; only driven by his starvation for the flesh of his adversaries. His voice was addressed to a miniature squad of warriors with it echoing from the fortified walls of the fortress. ?Crush their skulls underneath your boots! Do not dare let them humiliate the forces of Dante!? The band of soldiers were estimated at a hundred and they scurried into an intelligent position to appropriately startle the Raikinesis fighters with domination.
With his commands being performed in an instant, he scrambled throughout the armies of United with disregard of all low-ranking officers. Particles of their flesh was trampled on with every brute thrust of his lance that he had identified previously. The swords metallic surface was blunt, but that was additional pain for all whom dared to confront the might of the saiya-jin king. Sweat drenched his brows and the parched reminder of his wounds that he had smeared on his face were cleansed completely with every flinging of the sword.
Vejita?s splendid entertainment was abruptly suspended with a particular officer being located with his creeping eyes. ?Alien! Surrender your life to the cold steel, or the name of Dante.? Gokua was unaffected by the saiya-jin?s authority, but the saiya-jin king persistently marched onwards for the General.
OOC: Pokeball go! I choose you, Gokua!
Vejita?s thoughts were silenced with his reality being blurred of its potency. The only effective contemplation still resident in the chambers of his brain was this bothersome wound and he announced with the utmost potential of his lungs. ?Medics! Come!? An unconfirmed fighter swarmed into the heart of the fortress with swiftness of his commander?s demands. Time was a necessity that was valued immensely in this situation.
The medical soldier was acting proficiently and productively with bandages being fastened over the commander?s shoulder with succession. As he tried to resume his activities once again, his lips liberated a groan into the world of Dante, and his hand reflected a signal of evacuation to the non-combat soldier. King Vejita winced under the agony, but ogled once again at the changeling warrior with a bitter stare. Reijin had imposed his superior strength into their battle, and the king could only admire his initiative to demolish the cowardice fighter.
?His blood is on your hands Reijin, but make it flow well. And may your cowardice be in vain, ?Koola?.? That name was triggering a remembrance of a battle he had contributed in; more specifically against the efforts of this changeling warrior. The fighter?s expression and his identity was known as a similar warrior that had endeavored in seizing the look out from the guardian long ago. This wasn?t entirely fate?s guidance, but was also the sweet taste of justice.
Vejita I?s sluggish pace was paused and his focus once again was reformatted in place of the war. All of the callous battles was traced through the vision of the saiya-jin and one in particular was the ambush of Raikinesis soldiers unleashing a combination of elemental assaults on the intruding Dante soldiers. The commander?s brows ascended upwards with an appalling expression twisting over him as he acknowledged this as his moment.
He had been idle in his duty as commander of this army; only driven by his starvation for the flesh of his adversaries. His voice was addressed to a miniature squad of warriors with it echoing from the fortified walls of the fortress. ?Crush their skulls underneath your boots! Do not dare let them humiliate the forces of Dante!? The band of soldiers were estimated at a hundred and they scurried into an intelligent position to appropriately startle the Raikinesis fighters with domination.
With his commands being performed in an instant, he scrambled throughout the armies of United with disregard of all low-ranking officers. Particles of their flesh was trampled on with every brute thrust of his lance that he had identified previously. The swords metallic surface was blunt, but that was additional pain for all whom dared to confront the might of the saiya-jin king. Sweat drenched his brows and the parched reminder of his wounds that he had smeared on his face were cleansed completely with every flinging of the sword.
Vejita?s splendid entertainment was abruptly suspended with a particular officer being located with his creeping eyes. ?Alien! Surrender your life to the cold steel, or the name of Dante.? Gokua was unaffected by the saiya-jin?s authority, but the saiya-jin king persistently marched onwards for the General.
OOC: Pokeball go! I choose you, Gokua!