05-17-2007, 09:30 PM
The spar was only now begining to get underway. Kami saw out a window in the room that there were some official looking people wandering around, probably rounding up the selected combatants. He thought little of it for the moment and resumed the spar.
Unfortunately, Pikkon had been paying more attention to the fight than Kami was while he had his look out the window and got punched in the face. The old Namek went reeling backwards, and took a shot to the gut, follwed by one the the ribs, then his shoulder, and back around again one more time for good measure. He decided since they were "boxing" he'd just fall down since he wasn't expecting to be attacked while he lay down.
Pikkons face glowed with accomplishment as the Namekian took a spill down to the ground. He didn't expect the fight to be over yet, but couldn't help hoping that it was at this point.
A drop of blood made its' way across the lip of Kami, dangling precariously at the edge before taking a suicidal leap to the floor. The Namekian caught the droplet in his fist, which he took a good look at for a moment. Pikkon looked at the fist too, and somehow didn't think that he was about to be punched by it.
Kami came in with a quick zig zag pattern of movement and tossed a couple punches. They were a little harder to block than the last few, and if he couldn't deflect them the impact of a straight block as begining to reach a rocking pace and intensity. A bead of sweat wandered down the side of Pikkons head, but sadly didn't make it to the ground as it was anihilated by a happy little jab.
Pikkons head wasn't very happy as he went flying down to the mat after another shot to the chest. He was suprised how hard the old Namekian could hit, but wasn't about to give up.
Unfortunately, Pikkon had been paying more attention to the fight than Kami was while he had his look out the window and got punched in the face. The old Namek went reeling backwards, and took a shot to the gut, follwed by one the the ribs, then his shoulder, and back around again one more time for good measure. He decided since they were "boxing" he'd just fall down since he wasn't expecting to be attacked while he lay down.
Pikkons face glowed with accomplishment as the Namekian took a spill down to the ground. He didn't expect the fight to be over yet, but couldn't help hoping that it was at this point.
A drop of blood made its' way across the lip of Kami, dangling precariously at the edge before taking a suicidal leap to the floor. The Namekian caught the droplet in his fist, which he took a good look at for a moment. Pikkon looked at the fist too, and somehow didn't think that he was about to be punched by it.
Kami came in with a quick zig zag pattern of movement and tossed a couple punches. They were a little harder to block than the last few, and if he couldn't deflect them the impact of a straight block as begining to reach a rocking pace and intensity. A bead of sweat wandered down the side of Pikkons head, but sadly didn't make it to the ground as it was anihilated by a happy little jab.
Pikkons head wasn't very happy as he went flying down to the mat after another shot to the chest. He was suprised how hard the old Namekian could hit, but wasn't about to give up.
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