Jaxine Caulie
Goku
Dojo Blademaster
Bitch, your moma bought you Megablocks instead of Legos.
Posts: 765
Base: 155,126
Overdrive: 465,378
SSJ: 1,861,512
Zeni: 4,832
Items: Cookie, Heavy Weights, Simulator 2.0, Gravity Chamber (x100), Scouter, Muramasa, Senzu Bean, Space Pod
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Aug 7, 2013 22:16:52 GMT -5
It was a scene that would likely be remembered through history. The Saiyan Prince, possibly the future king, skewered at the edge of a blade long forgotten in the hands of a notorious vigilante known as the Angel of Death. Was this the end for the Prince?
No. Zeke had no reason to kill him. He had missed his vitals, leaving a painful wound that could still be patched. But would it be enough for another fight? The dust settled from the impact as Zeke's vision dimmed back from the flash. He still had both hands on Muramasa, taking his right hand free as he stepped sideways to look down on the Prince.
"How does it feel? Tell me."
He never got his answer. Ninjin seemed to be in shock, he may have never even heard him ask. Zeke looked up around him... The crowd was in an uproar as the referee looked up at the head tournament directors in confusion. Was this attack even aloud? Zeke knew it would be fine, as long as Ninjin didn't die. Zeke knew he wouldn't... Ninjin seemed to be the stubboron type.
Then he seen her. Akassa... she was looking down at him. She was quite far up... he could only imagine her face. He felt... bad then. In hurting Ninjin did he also hurt Leke and Akassa? It wasn't his intention, his anger had gotten the better of him. And the Saiyan King... what would he say if his eldest son lost here and now?
Zeke looked down at the ground as he heard the words Ninjin spoke. “T…T… Tell… Tell Akassa… I’m… I’m… I’m… s… s…”
He pulled the blade free and let him fall. He stood there for a moment, reflecting. "I will, Ninjin... As I must do the same."
He turned his back, looking at the paramedics. They were hesitant to enter the ring, Zeke signaled them over. At that, the referee ran over and looked over the scene as people booed and cheered, yelled, talked in confusion above.
"Now everyone relax a second." The ref said. He turned to one of the medics who muttered something and motioned across Ninjin's body the path of the blade. The Ref nodded and turned back. "We have concluded this attack to be legal. Ninjin Hatorri's vitals had not been cut off. So your winner... Hey, where are you going?"
Zeke had already begun to walk away. He had a look of anger upon him, still in overdrive from the fight. He didn't want the Prince to suffer anymore. Zeke decided not to take the tournament away from him after all.
"I hereby... forfeit this match."
And out of the ring he walked, taking his loss and his shot at the top prize as self-punishment for going too far.
Now he would have to deal with Akassa...
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Post by graderr on Aug 16, 2013 22:12:44 GMT -5
Ninjin: 1150 pl Zeke: 860 pl
final posts graded
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