Post by Bael on Apr 15, 2023 18:52:04 GMT -5
Killer Extraordinaire? What an Asshole!
Bael thought to himself as Lottus raised his fingers to take aim. Bael gripped his blade tightly as he prepared for the upcoming attack. He steeled his hands and prepared for a fight. he knew it was one he could not win but he was determined to try anyways. Powers of all varrying degrees were popping up left and right. One seemed to grab the attention of Lottus. Is was that of the Saiyan King. The royal distraction seemed to grab Lottus' attention long enough to delay the attack that would surely have been fatal for the young Tuffle. What happened next was so quick in development that Bael couldnt even figure out what was going on. The last he saw was an incoming blast towards Lottus followed by screams emanating from all directions.
What the Hell....
The sky darkened and stars filled the sky. It was clearly some type of special magical effect but its power was potent. Almost immediately it felt like all the oxygen was being sucked out of the boys lungs. His skin began to tingle and burn and darkness completely enveloped him. The pressure began to swell within in his head and within just mere moments he thought it was going to explode. He was quickly suffocating and there was nothing he could do about it. Whatever strange magic was happening was too much for him to overcome. Panic crept over him followed by rage. He was not scared of dying but he couldn't shake this nagging feeling of failure. Not only was he not strong enough to defeat the tyrant that had been plaguing his home but he was not even strong enough to make it to the start of the fight. He felt overwhelming anger at being defeated so effortlessly. It just wasn't fair! How could this happen? He trained for so long! Was it all pointless?
He contemplated all his mistakes he had made over his short life. He did not really have any regrets to his story other then the ending. It would have been nice to get some type of justice for his people. It felt wrong dying knowing the bad guys were going to win but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. Hopefully Hatchi would remain standing just as it did the time before. That is all he had left to wish for. The Tuffles were a strong race and would find some way to overcome this adversity. He fell to his knees gasping for air and realizing this was his his last hoorah. With one final act of defiance he dropped his sword and raised both hands up towards lottus. His middle fingers were extended as far as it could go on each hand. As The lights started to dim and his body grew weak he used the last little bit of oxygen he could get to utter out a departing message right before falling completely limp onto his back.
Eat Shit!
Bael thought to himself as Lottus raised his fingers to take aim. Bael gripped his blade tightly as he prepared for the upcoming attack. He steeled his hands and prepared for a fight. he knew it was one he could not win but he was determined to try anyways. Powers of all varrying degrees were popping up left and right. One seemed to grab the attention of Lottus. Is was that of the Saiyan King. The royal distraction seemed to grab Lottus' attention long enough to delay the attack that would surely have been fatal for the young Tuffle. What happened next was so quick in development that Bael couldnt even figure out what was going on. The last he saw was an incoming blast towards Lottus followed by screams emanating from all directions.
What the Hell....
The sky darkened and stars filled the sky. It was clearly some type of special magical effect but its power was potent. Almost immediately it felt like all the oxygen was being sucked out of the boys lungs. His skin began to tingle and burn and darkness completely enveloped him. The pressure began to swell within in his head and within just mere moments he thought it was going to explode. He was quickly suffocating and there was nothing he could do about it. Whatever strange magic was happening was too much for him to overcome. Panic crept over him followed by rage. He was not scared of dying but he couldn't shake this nagging feeling of failure. Not only was he not strong enough to defeat the tyrant that had been plaguing his home but he was not even strong enough to make it to the start of the fight. He felt overwhelming anger at being defeated so effortlessly. It just wasn't fair! How could this happen? He trained for so long! Was it all pointless?
He contemplated all his mistakes he had made over his short life. He did not really have any regrets to his story other then the ending. It would have been nice to get some type of justice for his people. It felt wrong dying knowing the bad guys were going to win but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. Hopefully Hatchi would remain standing just as it did the time before. That is all he had left to wish for. The Tuffles were a strong race and would find some way to overcome this adversity. He fell to his knees gasping for air and realizing this was his his last hoorah. With one final act of defiance he dropped his sword and raised both hands up towards lottus. His middle fingers were extended as far as it could go on each hand. As The lights started to dim and his body grew weak he used the last little bit of oxygen he could get to utter out a departing message right before falling completely limp onto his back.
Eat Shit!
Bael Takes a WOUND
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