Day One: Morning

[Tapion]

?Let?s start moving?? the low grumble of the namekian?s voice cut into Tapion?s consciousness like a syringe through freshly sterilized flesh. For the first time in minutes the non-transformer?s gaze peeled itself away from the blood stained earth and disembodied android at his feet, and redirected itself into the two stone gazed irises of his emerald fleshed accomplice. His eyes were cold, seemingly indifferent of the acts of cruelty their owner had committed only moments ago.

It was a look Tapion had unfortunately found all too familiar?the eyes of a murderer, the kind of man whose pleasure elicits itself only from the sensation of a fresh kill. Just like Mino's. Suddenly with that faint memory a flood of thoughts barreled their way into the Konat?s mind. Stroking at small invisible whiskers upon his chin Tapion couldn?t help but wonder what would happen if his path were to intersect with Minoshia?s, as if either planned on achieving victory today, it inevitably would.

?You commin'...? Retane once again interjected his voice between crimson haired warrior and his thoughts. Tossing his ?now slightly heavier- duffle bag over his shoulder Tapion walked the few steps over towards his partner. With a slight nod of his head, the namekian pushed forward through the thick brush of trees and bushes, moving quickly, but stealthfully onward.

Unfortunately, the duo didn?t get much time to enjoy their little stroll through the boscage though. Within barely a few minutes of taking off, a small frame, humanoid in shape, came into Tapion?s peripherals through the dense jungle terrain. With great haste the non-transformer quickly placed him hand onto the chest of his namekian ally brining his movement to a quick halt.

Without any further directions needed the battle tested assassin instinctively pulled his trusted nail gun up to his chest level and began unloading a barrage of hazardous metal spikes in the direction of the newly discovered foe. Although his reactions were fast, his speed lacked and a large nail quickly lodged itself into the Asian man?s left leg.

Unhesitatingly taking full advantage of the situation he now saw arising, Tapion shuffled with his still blood stained hands as quickly as they would move through his now wide open bag of goodies. Pulling out a small gun-black metal orb then unhinging a tiny clip from the device the non-transformer took aim and fired.

BAM!