01-20-2007, 04:17 AM
Though the rain fell in unrelenting torrents, the cool liquid could do nothing more than cleanse the blood from his skin. In terms of lifting the pain that surged through his body, the rain was helpless. Broli attempted to stand tall, to not buckle at the bidding of his agonizing hurt. However, it was futile, the Saiyan warrior knowing full and well that Sixteen was as aware as he was. He was injured. There was no denying that. As the pain in his sides thickened, and as the blood continued to flow from the corners of his lips, Broli could feel his energy dissipating through the crevices of his wounds.
Around the two warriors, the men of Dante hurried past. Their objective was the inner sanctum of Monte Cristo where the United forces had been pushed back, leaving Broli and Sixteen to continue their duel near the broken wall.
Lightning sporadically soared in the sky above, illuminating the chaotic earth below. Broli found himself observing the now tattered architecture of Monte Cristo, scanning the scars that would forever be permanently etched into the face of the fortress. ?It must have been beautiful,? he whispered.
Sixteen nodded, keeping his eyes locked on the Saiya-Jin Commander. ?It was.?
The Saiya-Jin wiped the crimson blood from his cheek, wincing in anguish as he lifted his arm. The sounds of battle were a mere echo in Burori?s ears, the Dante soldiers having reached the Inner Sanctum and having begun a ferocious battle for total victory. For the most part, the two were alone, having only each other?s company. ?Sounds like they need you,? the android mocked.
Broli tightened his fists, as if testing the strength that remained. ?They?ll be alright.? Another jolt of lightning ripped through the air, desiring no permission to rule the skies.
?Maybe,? the Android glanced to the hallways leading to the Inner Sanctum. As his pupils transferred back over the Saiya-Jin, the tension grew. ?But you won?t be.?
With these words escaping the lips of the United Commander, Broli reveled in the truth that arose in his mind. Sixteen really wasn?t going to give up without a fight. Even more so obvious was the fact that the android was not willing to simply accept defeat by means of being inferior. He intended to fight until he was dead, or, as he hoped, until Burori was dead.
The Saiya-Jin looked over the android, taking note of the contours of his body as well as his evident posture. He?s not even phased! Broli grunted, pressing the palm of his hand against his side as if to soothe the tenderness. How can I beat someone who doesn?t experience pain? What power can match up to him? The Saiya-Jin stared in disbelief, his mind searching for a possible solution to the predicament that involved his possible death. If he could not rise to the ability of his opponent, then he would die, and United would be one step closer to victory.
Release me! Release me and I?ll destroy him! The voice came again, rustling the shackles within Burori?s soul. It urged him irritably, like rubbing his hand against sand paper until it was raw.
Not yet. I can do this! Broli nodded to himself confidently, sliding one foot back as he placed himself in his battle stance. He held up a single hand, first using it to wipe away the wetness of his forehead caused by his thick, water-soaked hair. Then, with the curl of his fingertips, he motioned for Sixteen to make the first move.
Above them both, Fate pulled the strings of destiny, orchestrating action after action. Though Sixteen and Broli remained unaware of who would survive that day, Fate knew it all the same. Ultimately, it would be Fate?s desire as to whether Broli lived or died. If it was to be the Saiya-Jin, Fate knew already that Broli would only go down in one way ? battling with everything in him.
Around the two warriors, the men of Dante hurried past. Their objective was the inner sanctum of Monte Cristo where the United forces had been pushed back, leaving Broli and Sixteen to continue their duel near the broken wall.
Lightning sporadically soared in the sky above, illuminating the chaotic earth below. Broli found himself observing the now tattered architecture of Monte Cristo, scanning the scars that would forever be permanently etched into the face of the fortress. ?It must have been beautiful,? he whispered.
Sixteen nodded, keeping his eyes locked on the Saiya-Jin Commander. ?It was.?
The Saiya-Jin wiped the crimson blood from his cheek, wincing in anguish as he lifted his arm. The sounds of battle were a mere echo in Burori?s ears, the Dante soldiers having reached the Inner Sanctum and having begun a ferocious battle for total victory. For the most part, the two were alone, having only each other?s company. ?Sounds like they need you,? the android mocked.
Broli tightened his fists, as if testing the strength that remained. ?They?ll be alright.? Another jolt of lightning ripped through the air, desiring no permission to rule the skies.
?Maybe,? the Android glanced to the hallways leading to the Inner Sanctum. As his pupils transferred back over the Saiya-Jin, the tension grew. ?But you won?t be.?
With these words escaping the lips of the United Commander, Broli reveled in the truth that arose in his mind. Sixteen really wasn?t going to give up without a fight. Even more so obvious was the fact that the android was not willing to simply accept defeat by means of being inferior. He intended to fight until he was dead, or, as he hoped, until Burori was dead.
The Saiya-Jin looked over the android, taking note of the contours of his body as well as his evident posture. He?s not even phased! Broli grunted, pressing the palm of his hand against his side as if to soothe the tenderness. How can I beat someone who doesn?t experience pain? What power can match up to him? The Saiya-Jin stared in disbelief, his mind searching for a possible solution to the predicament that involved his possible death. If he could not rise to the ability of his opponent, then he would die, and United would be one step closer to victory.
Release me! Release me and I?ll destroy him! The voice came again, rustling the shackles within Burori?s soul. It urged him irritably, like rubbing his hand against sand paper until it was raw.
Not yet. I can do this! Broli nodded to himself confidently, sliding one foot back as he placed himself in his battle stance. He held up a single hand, first using it to wipe away the wetness of his forehead caused by his thick, water-soaked hair. Then, with the curl of his fingertips, he motioned for Sixteen to make the first move.
Above them both, Fate pulled the strings of destiny, orchestrating action after action. Though Sixteen and Broli remained unaware of who would survive that day, Fate knew it all the same. Ultimately, it would be Fate?s desire as to whether Broli lived or died. If it was to be the Saiya-Jin, Fate knew already that Broli would only go down in one way ? battling with everything in him.