05-14-2007, 04:07 AM
The retreating sun was visible in distance; its end of day orange rays illuminated the sky over the Earth city. Pikkon looked skywards towards the receding sun, he stood motionless, deep in thought. He soon moved away, walking down the slowly darkening street he soon stopped again, this time it was a building that had caught his attention.
?Burter?s Dojo? the sign read.
The green warrior let a smile cross his face. ?Finally something decent on this planet,? he thought to himself as he began to climb the small stairs leading the great wooden entrance door. Slowly pushing the door open, Pikkon moved inside hoping that the Dojo was empty, he needed some time to think and meditate. As he entered he immediately noticed a figure standing motionless in the centre of the dojo.
Pikkon grunted as he walked towards the wall not wanting anything to do with this unknown warrior standing alone. As he reached the wall he noticed that he had caught this unknown warriors attention. The cyan-skinned warrior glared across the room at Pikkon as he sat down with his back turned towards the wall facing the other warrior.
?I?m not in the mood,? Pikkon muttered as he closed his eyes and began his meditation.
As Pikkon sat breathing deeply preparing for meditation, he quickly threw his hood over his face, to cover his eyes. ?Pathetic,? he thought to himself as he began his meditation session.
Meanwhile the lone warrior standing center dojo, kept his eyes on this new warrior that had entered the Dojo. But as of yet thought nothing of it.
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Pikkon was preparing for what he knew could be one of the hardest competitions of his life, Dante?s Abyss. Deep in meditation, Pikkon began to develop a plan as to how he would go about maybe not winning, but surviving. He felt the power of the warrior when he had entered the Dojo and knew that this stupid TV show would really not be an easy walk in the park.
?Burter?s Dojo? the sign read.
The green warrior let a smile cross his face. ?Finally something decent on this planet,? he thought to himself as he began to climb the small stairs leading the great wooden entrance door. Slowly pushing the door open, Pikkon moved inside hoping that the Dojo was empty, he needed some time to think and meditate. As he entered he immediately noticed a figure standing motionless in the centre of the dojo.
Pikkon grunted as he walked towards the wall not wanting anything to do with this unknown warrior standing alone. As he reached the wall he noticed that he had caught this unknown warriors attention. The cyan-skinned warrior glared across the room at Pikkon as he sat down with his back turned towards the wall facing the other warrior.
?I?m not in the mood,? Pikkon muttered as he closed his eyes and began his meditation.
As Pikkon sat breathing deeply preparing for meditation, he quickly threw his hood over his face, to cover his eyes. ?Pathetic,? he thought to himself as he began his meditation session.
Meanwhile the lone warrior standing center dojo, kept his eyes on this new warrior that had entered the Dojo. But as of yet thought nothing of it.
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Pikkon was preparing for what he knew could be one of the hardest competitions of his life, Dante?s Abyss. Deep in meditation, Pikkon began to develop a plan as to how he would go about maybe not winning, but surviving. He felt the power of the warrior when he had entered the Dojo and knew that this stupid TV show would really not be an easy walk in the park.