[D][U] The final battle at Monte Christo

[Aero]

Gokua?s plan had failed, incapable of sufficing the ground troops? needs to slowly deplete the amount of Dante soldiers running rampage. A simple sigh expressed his feelings of the outcome. He had sent every unit he could, and all they accomplished was to be sucked into the whirlwind of fighting. ACTION Jackson, who he sent to lead the expedition, refused to honor Gokua by carrying out his wishes. Instead, he fed his own addiction of fighting.

?That bastard?? the alien muttered, turning around to see how the artillery unit kept his commands in their heads, following out his intentions. ?What a fool I am to send out some idiotic private to lead a precision-needed command.?

Shots continued to bang throughout the sky, but only from one side. Dante had ceased their projectile operations long ago, abandoning them for a more reckless tactic, which seemed to be quite successful. United Army needed to rely on their projectile unit, however; it was essential for United?s success to produce causalities, for their numbers were already less than Dante?s.

Prior plans that were chiseled in stone had been cast off for more recent tactics that proved both pointless and imprudent. Dante strived in close-quarters combat, and throughout the battle they persistently pushed forward to arrive at that situation. United, conversely, had no knowledge of fighting in the competition, thus leaving them frail to such warfare. It was evident; Dante had outplayed United, and defeat seemed to be far passed grasp, and more in containment. United?s chances of victory were slipping away, but if they could still muster up a valiant effort they could reach success.

Then, abruptly, a voice boomed, ?Alien! Surrender your life to the cold steel, or the name of Dante.? At first, the alien disregarded the words, fallaciously believing that it was a mere soldier of Dante trying to tear though his thoughts. ?Then die in all that represents Dante!? the voice bellowed, finally attracting the turquoise alien.

Quickly, he turned around, unsheathing his rapier. He was prepared to end the remarks of the mysterious individual, ridding him from the Monte Cristo, and out of Gokua?s thoughts. ?Show yourself warrior!? Gokua replied with a shout of his own. ?Such arrogant remarks shall be rewarded with a swift and painless death!?

His blood surged more ferociously than before. Adrenaline began to overwhelm his plans for the future, forcing him to only be concerned with the present. He had been starving, but previously urged himself to tolerate the hunger he had for battle. It had been a while, too long in his mind, and now he would be able to feed his craving, even if it was only at a minute amount.

The roaring warrior for Dante began to become visible as he slowly forced himself to endure the long haul up the steps that led to the highest level, and to his target, Gokua. ?Your blood shall taint my blade!?

The alien readied himself accordingly, bringing his rapier up with two firm hands around its hilt, and sliding into the typical swordsman fighting stance.

He saw his opponent near, finally reaching the top step. He seemed to be a proud warrior of Dante, and though his clothes were tarnished with the stench of blood, Gokua could tell that he was a proud Saiyan. The monkey-raced warrior hereditarily possessed the normal hair. The Saiyan was one full of honor, and the respect of war. He knew that fate had brought him to call out Gokua. Wielding a blunt sword, he held it firmly, bringing it up to label his target.

Men from United came rushing to aid their commander, but Gokua signaled them off. He wanted the fight all to himself, and no one else. The kill was what he craved, and though the man that stood before him was a Saiyan, he did not care.

They shared no grudges, and were not aware of the others? existence, but fate had brought them to the top of Monte Cristo to fight for their respectable factions. They both stood still; their breaths the only motions of their bodies. Their eyes clashed, trying to strike intimidation, but neither of them was affected by the others? troubling gaze. For that brief moment, time had been forced still.

Gokua?s eyes ceased to fight Vijita I?s, and focused more on his posture. It was evident that the warrior that stood before him had been injured prior to their encounter, but the extent of his injuries was a mystery to Gokua. All that he could do was pray for a challenge.



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OOC: Let's do this then.