05-17-2007, 11:48 PM
Pikkon was not surprised by the Namekians strength, he knew that this guy was no pushover and that to win he would need to do something amazing. Pikkon slowly pulled himself of the floor, up to his knees and then up onto his feet. He swayed back and forth a bit as he regained his balance. With his breathing now laboured, Pikkon was shocked that the Namekain caused so much damage with such few attacks.
?You know I won?t give up old man, so you?re going to have to do a lot better than that to defeat me,? Pikkon announced as he prepared himself for another round of fast hard paced combat.
Suddenly the wooden doors connecting the little room they inhabited to the dojo burst open. Two official looking people stepped inside, each clutching a note-pad with names scrawled all over. Pikkon and Kami surprised looked over towards the intruders.
?Pikkon,? the first official began, ?you have been chosen to fight in Dante?s Abyss, you must report to the barracks immediately.?
Pikkon remained silent. The official then looked over to Kami, he turned back to his notepad, looked over at it for a few seconds then lifted his head.
?Kami, you have also been chosen and will also be required to follow us to the barracks,? the official announced.
?We?re kind of in the middle of something here,? Pikkon said obviously angry that these officials just barged in unannounced.
?Could be perhaps have ten minutes to finish this spar, it won?t take long,? Kami added, calmly as always.
The officials looked at each other and began to discuss the warrior?s proposal. Everyone was required to report to the barracks as soon as possible, but they decided to let the warriors finish their business before hand.
?Very well,? Stated the official, ?you don?t mind if we watch the show do you?? they concluded looking extremely satisfied.
Pikkon didn?t want any intrusion but it was the official Dante?s Abyss people so he thought it would be ok.
?I guess so, take a seat over in the corner,? Pikkon replied pointing over to a few seats located in the corner of the dojo.
The officials walked over to the seats and planted themselves comfortably, chattering amongst themselves they awaited the show before them.
?Only ten minutes left,? Pikkon thought to himself. ?I have no idea how I am going to beat this guy.?
Not letting a worried mindset get the better of him Pikkon glared towards his opponent, he noticed a small trickle of blood revealing itself on Kami?s lip.
?That is it Pikkon thought,? he didn?t have much to go on and this tiny, tiny wound of Kami?s was the only advantage point Pikkon could find. As he prepared for his attack, he attempted to put the pain of the earlier blows to rest, his head still hurt like hell. But in combat there is no time for pain, so Pikkon got on with it.
?You know I won?t give up old man, so you?re going to have to do a lot better than that to defeat me,? Pikkon announced as he prepared himself for another round of fast hard paced combat.
Suddenly the wooden doors connecting the little room they inhabited to the dojo burst open. Two official looking people stepped inside, each clutching a note-pad with names scrawled all over. Pikkon and Kami surprised looked over towards the intruders.
?Pikkon,? the first official began, ?you have been chosen to fight in Dante?s Abyss, you must report to the barracks immediately.?
Pikkon remained silent. The official then looked over to Kami, he turned back to his notepad, looked over at it for a few seconds then lifted his head.
?Kami, you have also been chosen and will also be required to follow us to the barracks,? the official announced.
?We?re kind of in the middle of something here,? Pikkon said obviously angry that these officials just barged in unannounced.
?Could be perhaps have ten minutes to finish this spar, it won?t take long,? Kami added, calmly as always.
The officials looked at each other and began to discuss the warrior?s proposal. Everyone was required to report to the barracks as soon as possible, but they decided to let the warriors finish their business before hand.
?Very well,? Stated the official, ?you don?t mind if we watch the show do you?? they concluded looking extremely satisfied.
Pikkon didn?t want any intrusion but it was the official Dante?s Abyss people so he thought it would be ok.
?I guess so, take a seat over in the corner,? Pikkon replied pointing over to a few seats located in the corner of the dojo.
The officials walked over to the seats and planted themselves comfortably, chattering amongst themselves they awaited the show before them.
?Only ten minutes left,? Pikkon thought to himself. ?I have no idea how I am going to beat this guy.?
Not letting a worried mindset get the better of him Pikkon glared towards his opponent, he noticed a small trickle of blood revealing itself on Kami?s lip.
?That is it Pikkon thought,? he didn?t have much to go on and this tiny, tiny wound of Kami?s was the only advantage point Pikkon could find. As he prepared for his attack, he attempted to put the pain of the earlier blows to rest, his head still hurt like hell. But in combat there is no time for pain, so Pikkon got on with it.