Day Four: Afternoon

[Burter]

Face to Face

Yamu, Jeice

Raditzu

As usual, Yamu and Jeice walked. Unlike most of the competition remaining on the island, the feared duo had been hunting for some prey. They were two of the most popular fighters in the game and continued to prove their worth with their constant spunk.

Neither of them wanted to leave this game as a loser. They were going to win. There was no question in their mind. Either Jeice would win, or Yamu would win. They truly believed this.

Unfortunetly, as they walked into a certain part of the island, their betting odds dropped significantly. They had walked into the wrong square. They had walked into the wrong fighter.

Yamu was the first to notice. "Stay sharp," he said, nodding to a DA bag on a boulder. "Someone's been here."

"Got it," Jeice nodded back, clutching his gun. "I'm ready."

The big human looked around. A small patch of bread was on the ground. A bottle of water. A...yo-yo. Who had a yo-yo? His eyes twitched as he remembered a certain long-haired saiyan who had pretended to be an ally. He remembered the man who had abandoned him. "Oh shit," he said aloud.

"Hrk!" He heard behind him.

Yamu spun to see his close white-haired friend, Jeice, with wide eyes and an open mouth. The fist of a saiyan went right through his torso, sticking out of his exposed chest. He dropped the gun in the shock of it all. A surprise attack. A sneak attack.

"No!" Yamu shouted. "You!" He pointed at Rad furiously with his baseball bat. Jeice's body hit the ground as Yamu's eyes flashed red. "Raditzu, you peice of SHIT!"

The long haired saiyan used the power inside him to keep himself equal to Yam's power level. He didn't miss out on an oppurtunity to grab his Yo-Yo back. "You know how it works, Yamu," the saiyan said firmly. His hair began to flap slightly in an unseen wind as it glowed gold. "We both know. There arn't any fights in this game."

Yamu had indeed noticed Raditzu sported a new injury: a bloody hole in his stomach with some hair missing behind him. Obviously, the saiyan had been involved in a betrayal of his own. "You left us," Yamu accused. "And now the one person I had in this game is dead. Why should I let you live?"

"You shouldn't. You should kill me," Rad answered. "If you can."

With both of them at twenty times their original power levels, Yamu's Kaioken aura exploded around him as he lept forward, holding his baseball bat. "I WILL kill you here!" He shouted as he swung the bat. Rad ducked under it, holding his gash. "Take THIS!"

The bat came down towards Raditzu's face, but he managed to catch it just before it came down on him. With a sudden feirce ki eruption, the bat broke apart from the energy in Rad's hand. Yamu's eyes widened as his prized 'Kari' bat became only half as long.

Yamu was so shocked at this development, he didn't even get a chance to block when Rad grabbed his arm and smashed it with his wrist, cracking it the wrong way and shattering it. Howling in pain, Yamu fell to one knee, grunting with a pained look on his face.

It was all lost. The baseball bat...Jeice...

With a last ditch effort, Yamu used his free hand to reach for his jar of ki sand. Before he could do anything, Rad's knee slammed into his gut, causing him to fall backwards, tripping over his feet and falling on his back.

"You've gotten stronger," Rad complimented. "But you also got too cocky. You have to know when enough is enough."

The human grunted as he moved. "Look who's talking...you arrogant peice of shit!" That was when Yamu grabbed the weapon next to him...Jeice's machine gun, and raised it up. There was a cliff a few feet away. This was it.

Rad had no time to react. "Oh...shit."

The machine gun exploded a flurry of ki at the saiyan. Raditzu fell backwards as he was shot up inside his torso. He hadn't even noticed the end of the cliff dwelling, which would take him downhill after a short fall. He tripped over the end of it...and fell.

Yamu fell back to his knees. He had won. Raditzu had to be dead. There was no way he could have survived that fall.

"Nobody could have survived," Yamu told himself out of comfort. "Nobody...nobody." But Raditzu wasn't nobody. He was the champion of the Abyss.

He shouldn't have lived.

But he did.

#29 Jeice DEAD

16 Remain

Yamu's arm is broken. Major injury

Raditzu's been shot in the torso and fallen off a cliff. He'll have some trouble distinguishing reality from his imagination. Yes, folks, that's right, more hallucinations. Insane injury

The machine gun is Yamu's. The baseball bat is broken is half.

Both tired for 24 hours