01-20-2007, 12:59 AM
Their skirmish continued.
Both Saiyan and Pathosian were determined; determined to win and not only for themselves, but for their respectable factions. Their determination is what kept them composed, and compelled?to be the victor. Gokua?s intentions for the proud Saiyan were ill, and he felt no compassion for the man, not even to the slightest degree. They both knew that the path of this fight had two directions; one direction was eerie, and appeared to have no prosperous end, while the other shimmered with the calls of victory, and medals or valor and integrity. Hell, there was no truth at the end of either path. The only honesty that remained was the honest within; words that drove them to continue fighting, the words: I will live.
Gokua received a jaw-rattling blow, nudging his seemingly unmovable feet backwards. Blood spewed from his mouth, and assimilated into the charred, tainted air. Then finally, the two allowed a pause to exist. Blood filled the alien?s mouth, forcing him to spit onto the cold rock floor. A tooth was washed out with his hawking, leaving his mouth one less molar. King Vejita had jolted his tooth loose with that crafty, yet mighty fist.
?Impressive,? Gokua muttered, allowing his fingers to relax from the firm grip he placed upon his rapier. ?I guess I am a tad rusty.? The Saiyan had no words to speak; fight was still very much alive within him, and he was eager to resume sharing blows. ?Fine, allow me to slip back into the fighting mood.?
King Vejita did not permit Gokua?s return to the bout?easily. He forced another one of his brawny fists forward to greet the alien?s face.
His future looked dim as his eyes slowly closed, and the sight of Vejita leaving.
A moment passed, and nothing occurred. This sudden pause was welcomed by the Saiyan. Relieving his body, he took large intakes of air with deep and long breaths. The alien?s eyes finally opened, only to see a blurred figure before him, above him. Then, his vision focused in, allowing him to regain full sight. The punch had struck him with incredible force, knocking him into a state of unconsciousness. He was seemingly alright now, however, and returned to his feet.
Blood trickled from his frowned mouth and down his chin before departing his rough face. He wiped the small line of blood, looking at his foe with more anger than before. Adrenaline only lasted so long, and his finally died down. Instincts faded a tad, to allow sheer intelligence to intervene. To go fist-to-fist with a Saiyan was equivalent to committing suicide, and his decision to recklessly engage with the warrior was a foolhardy action. To fight bronze, brains had to be applied. And to defeat brains, one had to batter another person?s head in. Gokua had no intentions on allowing Vejita to destroy his cranium.
His eyes kept locked onto Vejita, reassuring himself that the Saiyan made no sudden movements. Then, gradually, he placed his rapier back into its sheath. ?Another time maybe, Dictator,? he muttered to his sword.
He slid into the appropriate fight stance; right foot forward, applying all bodyweight on the left foot. It was the prestigious South Pawl stance, which Gokua had become quite fond with over the years. Slowly, he brought his fists up to guard his face, but did a small hand gesture before doing so. He insisted that King Vejita came to fight him.
The king charged forward, rearing a fist back, preparing to land yet another heavy blow upon the Pathosian. Gokua had foreign intentions, however; he had gotten Vejita to bite onto his lure, and now it was the time to reel him in. His feet drew further apart, and they both dug into the ground, realigning his balance. His hands grew heavy, but he kept them close to his face. Cautious not to reveal his next procedure, he slid his left foot, but only a fraction of an inch. Vejita pushed onward, his fist growing stronger as he flexed his biceps and triceps, wanting to end the battle in one decisive punch. Gokua had prepared accordingly, and was ready. The Saiyan drew closer, with no signs of any hesitation in his intended actions. The alien was ready.
Quickly leaping into the air, he twirled his body around with all of his might, pulling his foot into the air, and outstretching the leg. The Saiyan cared not; his fist was mightier than any attack the United commander could muster. The alien?s body twisted violently through the air, pulling his foot towards Vejita. With a thumping sound, the Saiyan was forced backwards, off of his feet; the roundhouse kicked had been executed to perfection. Gokua landed, gasping for air.
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OOC: Meh...
Both Saiyan and Pathosian were determined; determined to win and not only for themselves, but for their respectable factions. Their determination is what kept them composed, and compelled?to be the victor. Gokua?s intentions for the proud Saiyan were ill, and he felt no compassion for the man, not even to the slightest degree. They both knew that the path of this fight had two directions; one direction was eerie, and appeared to have no prosperous end, while the other shimmered with the calls of victory, and medals or valor and integrity. Hell, there was no truth at the end of either path. The only honesty that remained was the honest within; words that drove them to continue fighting, the words: I will live.
Gokua received a jaw-rattling blow, nudging his seemingly unmovable feet backwards. Blood spewed from his mouth, and assimilated into the charred, tainted air. Then finally, the two allowed a pause to exist. Blood filled the alien?s mouth, forcing him to spit onto the cold rock floor. A tooth was washed out with his hawking, leaving his mouth one less molar. King Vejita had jolted his tooth loose with that crafty, yet mighty fist.
?Impressive,? Gokua muttered, allowing his fingers to relax from the firm grip he placed upon his rapier. ?I guess I am a tad rusty.? The Saiyan had no words to speak; fight was still very much alive within him, and he was eager to resume sharing blows. ?Fine, allow me to slip back into the fighting mood.?
King Vejita did not permit Gokua?s return to the bout?easily. He forced another one of his brawny fists forward to greet the alien?s face.
His future looked dim as his eyes slowly closed, and the sight of Vejita leaving.
A moment passed, and nothing occurred. This sudden pause was welcomed by the Saiyan. Relieving his body, he took large intakes of air with deep and long breaths. The alien?s eyes finally opened, only to see a blurred figure before him, above him. Then, his vision focused in, allowing him to regain full sight. The punch had struck him with incredible force, knocking him into a state of unconsciousness. He was seemingly alright now, however, and returned to his feet.
Blood trickled from his frowned mouth and down his chin before departing his rough face. He wiped the small line of blood, looking at his foe with more anger than before. Adrenaline only lasted so long, and his finally died down. Instincts faded a tad, to allow sheer intelligence to intervene. To go fist-to-fist with a Saiyan was equivalent to committing suicide, and his decision to recklessly engage with the warrior was a foolhardy action. To fight bronze, brains had to be applied. And to defeat brains, one had to batter another person?s head in. Gokua had no intentions on allowing Vejita to destroy his cranium.
His eyes kept locked onto Vejita, reassuring himself that the Saiyan made no sudden movements. Then, gradually, he placed his rapier back into its sheath. ?Another time maybe, Dictator,? he muttered to his sword.
He slid into the appropriate fight stance; right foot forward, applying all bodyweight on the left foot. It was the prestigious South Pawl stance, which Gokua had become quite fond with over the years. Slowly, he brought his fists up to guard his face, but did a small hand gesture before doing so. He insisted that King Vejita came to fight him.
The king charged forward, rearing a fist back, preparing to land yet another heavy blow upon the Pathosian. Gokua had foreign intentions, however; he had gotten Vejita to bite onto his lure, and now it was the time to reel him in. His feet drew further apart, and they both dug into the ground, realigning his balance. His hands grew heavy, but he kept them close to his face. Cautious not to reveal his next procedure, he slid his left foot, but only a fraction of an inch. Vejita pushed onward, his fist growing stronger as he flexed his biceps and triceps, wanting to end the battle in one decisive punch. Gokua had prepared accordingly, and was ready. The Saiyan drew closer, with no signs of any hesitation in his intended actions. The alien was ready.
Quickly leaping into the air, he twirled his body around with all of his might, pulling his foot into the air, and outstretching the leg. The Saiyan cared not; his fist was mightier than any attack the United commander could muster. The alien?s body twisted violently through the air, pulling his foot towards Vejita. With a thumping sound, the Saiyan was forced backwards, off of his feet; the roundhouse kicked had been executed to perfection. Gokua landed, gasping for air.
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OOC: Meh...
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Placed 3rd in Dante's Abyss 08