01-19-2007, 11:28 PM
Slowly, the commander of Dante rose to his feet. Sixteen could see the blood dripping from his mouth, and the river flowing from his eyes. Broli was injured, that much was fact. As he looked on at his opponent, he pondered about just how much pain one could feel. He?d never felt pain before, and would never be able to fully understand what it felt like to bleed or bruise.
As the two stood once more, the mechanical warrior honed his body with all of his inner systems. With every second he stood idle, Sixteen felt the energy of the planet crying out for help. The surge came up through his legs, calling out for him to end all the pain and suffering it had endured. It wasn?t just the soldiers and civilians of the many armies, but the planet itself was sacrificing it self for this tournument.
He knew what burden he carried, and that burden was passed down to him from his most trusted companion. Sixteen would not buckle under the weight of his promise, and it was Broli who would life all the pain from his shoulders. The saiya-jin warrior was the sole reason for this battle, and was the main objective. His mind could not focus on the mass amounts of soldiers fighting each one another, because it was out of his hands now. Every single one of his troops knew that they had to win their individual battles in order to win a war, and this was just another battle.
?Your reign will end here today saiya-jin,? roared the mighty United commander, lowering himself into his favorite attack stance.
Broli gave no reply, but instead continued to let the blood trickle down his face. Each drop landing in a now small puddle of red and muddy liquid. The ripples flowed smoothly as each shiny orb of blood rained down from his face. Just as another drop feel, the heavens seemed to open up, and with it came god?s fury.
Rain began to flow down from the skies, plastering the many men with moisture. Puddles of mud where the hundreds of boots frequently passed sprang up instantly, but still the two mighty warriors stood idle. The pool of blood sitting below the saiya-jin was now just a mere puddle, a puddle that was disrupted by mass amounts of rain.
?Will you continue this battle or will you just stand there like a statue for eternity?? question the apparatus, slamming his massive boot into the puddle just in front of him. Specs of mud and water sprayed his body, wiping the once dried blood from his face and body from him.
It had seemed that his last question had penetrated the thick skull of the opposition?s commander. Finally the saiya-jin lifted his head up, and stood proud as he once did. Finally the two warriors looked into one another?s eye?s, only to see the determination to win this battle for their respective armies.
Machine versus Man. It was the colossal battle of two armies, two giants, two leaders, and two men.
As the two stood once more, the mechanical warrior honed his body with all of his inner systems. With every second he stood idle, Sixteen felt the energy of the planet crying out for help. The surge came up through his legs, calling out for him to end all the pain and suffering it had endured. It wasn?t just the soldiers and civilians of the many armies, but the planet itself was sacrificing it self for this tournument.
He knew what burden he carried, and that burden was passed down to him from his most trusted companion. Sixteen would not buckle under the weight of his promise, and it was Broli who would life all the pain from his shoulders. The saiya-jin warrior was the sole reason for this battle, and was the main objective. His mind could not focus on the mass amounts of soldiers fighting each one another, because it was out of his hands now. Every single one of his troops knew that they had to win their individual battles in order to win a war, and this was just another battle.
?Your reign will end here today saiya-jin,? roared the mighty United commander, lowering himself into his favorite attack stance.
Broli gave no reply, but instead continued to let the blood trickle down his face. Each drop landing in a now small puddle of red and muddy liquid. The ripples flowed smoothly as each shiny orb of blood rained down from his face. Just as another drop feel, the heavens seemed to open up, and with it came god?s fury.
Rain began to flow down from the skies, plastering the many men with moisture. Puddles of mud where the hundreds of boots frequently passed sprang up instantly, but still the two mighty warriors stood idle. The pool of blood sitting below the saiya-jin was now just a mere puddle, a puddle that was disrupted by mass amounts of rain.
?Will you continue this battle or will you just stand there like a statue for eternity?? question the apparatus, slamming his massive boot into the puddle just in front of him. Specs of mud and water sprayed his body, wiping the once dried blood from his face and body from him.
It had seemed that his last question had penetrated the thick skull of the opposition?s commander. Finally the saiya-jin lifted his head up, and stood proud as he once did. Finally the two warriors looked into one another?s eye?s, only to see the determination to win this battle for their respective armies.
Machine versus Man. It was the colossal battle of two armies, two giants, two leaders, and two men.