burningvegeta

He tired to scamper, he didn’t care anymore. He was hit by all the blasts that seemed to be attempts to end his futile life. He spun in the air only tumble to the dirt. It seems futile, he could only murmur his empty words with great regret. He had spent most of the life on the opposite side of victory, and things were not about to arise to his favour, to add to his misfortune his valour was just about to explode into the blowing wind. "I have ashamed my Saiyan people, so be it" his tone of voice changed he seemed no longer childish or senseless. "It…" the silence of the wind was strangely ironic "has noth…hing to do with you!".

His pride of little magnitude was shattered, he was a wreck in appearance compared the state of what perfect physical beauty that stood before the once friendly conflict. Like a beauty rose of autumn he was withering, there was no point in him denying it. He scrapped the ground within his hand, lifting himself up; even that was taking great effort. His blackened pupils would subsenqtialy shake in it's whiteness.

Fear once again had taken advantage of him, forcing both hands within the ground he attempted to rise further, as his elbows took shape the forced himself high above into the open sky. With such distance between he flying warrior and the earth below, he was out of reach. The distilled that erupted from his finger tips, moved the earth itself. His body soared like a raging dragon, his dark colbat hooked on he wind's gust.


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OOC - Whoops sorry Amero, I won’t use it again. I’ll stick to he moves I had. Thanks for letting it slide. (Fierce Rama has been used.)

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