05-24-2007, 10:57 PM
"Heh...What a waste", came the dark tone, the mercenary speaking lowered so that his ally could hear him over the rain.
Tapion turned a curious and annoyed eye to the namek, "You're talking about PIkkon?"
It was the nameks turn to point a confused eye at the konat, "No, the Battle Charger."
Though he was enraged, Tap couldn't help but offer a chuckle.
Retane raised himself off the rock to stand near the side of his comrade and stepped moving away. Tapion was soon following suit, both their steps splashing through the mud covered ground. Retane's steps seemed a bit uneasy and it only angered a little bit more when he felt the painful burns flare up. Luckily the rain kept them kool for the most part, but he knew the annoyance would just make it harder to concentrate on his surroundings.
It was then that the jade ears caught the quaint grunt of the elish warrior, and he turned to see a determined face ready for action. It was then, that the Merc looked ahead and realized that the two were heading in the near direction of their last confrontation. Retane knew then that Tapion wanted vengance, and so did Retane. The assassin also know that if they found the wannabe namekian, that they would extract it. If someone else got to Pikkon before them, and they learned of who it was, and would kill that person, in Pikkon's stead.
They reached the scene of the fight and the Namek went straight to the scorch mark that was left from the grenade. Slowly crouching down, he ran his hand on the messy soot and rubbed a pinch of it through his hands. He let out a low growl and his body began to illuminate with a bluish-gray aura. He rose, his eyes closed and held his arms out at an angle. His growl grew louder and the aura flared up. A deep burning witinside him brought a wicked smile across his face and the aura danced wilder, leaping from Retane and lurched out to stand right in front of him.
The assassin looked down and stared into the eyes of himself. "Go now. Be my eyes and my ears. Find me PIkkon. And if he's not around, find me someone else!"
The dark blue and gray wolf growled and turned, his desire to hunt, easily shown through his prowess.
(Soul of Retane! FTW!)
Tapion turned a curious and annoyed eye to the namek, "You're talking about PIkkon?"
It was the nameks turn to point a confused eye at the konat, "No, the Battle Charger."
Though he was enraged, Tap couldn't help but offer a chuckle.
Retane raised himself off the rock to stand near the side of his comrade and stepped moving away. Tapion was soon following suit, both their steps splashing through the mud covered ground. Retane's steps seemed a bit uneasy and it only angered a little bit more when he felt the painful burns flare up. Luckily the rain kept them kool for the most part, but he knew the annoyance would just make it harder to concentrate on his surroundings.
It was then that the jade ears caught the quaint grunt of the elish warrior, and he turned to see a determined face ready for action. It was then, that the Merc looked ahead and realized that the two were heading in the near direction of their last confrontation. Retane knew then that Tapion wanted vengance, and so did Retane. The assassin also know that if they found the wannabe namekian, that they would extract it. If someone else got to Pikkon before them, and they learned of who it was, and would kill that person, in Pikkon's stead.
They reached the scene of the fight and the Namek went straight to the scorch mark that was left from the grenade. Slowly crouching down, he ran his hand on the messy soot and rubbed a pinch of it through his hands. He let out a low growl and his body began to illuminate with a bluish-gray aura. He rose, his eyes closed and held his arms out at an angle. His growl grew louder and the aura flared up. A deep burning witinside him brought a wicked smile across his face and the aura danced wilder, leaping from Retane and lurched out to stand right in front of him.
The assassin looked down and stared into the eyes of himself. "Go now. Be my eyes and my ears. Find me PIkkon. And if he's not around, find me someone else!"
The dark blue and gray wolf growled and turned, his desire to hunt, easily shown through his prowess.
(Soul of Retane! FTW!)
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