The first punch burst his stomach like a knife, he fell back clucthing his stomach as if it had been ripped right out, he
snarled at the machine and smashed his own fist hard into what he guessed would call it's face then clicked the back of it's
head with a hard kick using the back of his leg. It spat out what appeared to be some what white blood.
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His head span as he stumbled from his make-shift creator grave, the blood slowly dripped from his split lip, making a small
pool in the murgy ground. He yet again found himself thinking what Son Goku would do and perhaps willing some devine
intervention.
The dark blue hulk moved in for the kill breaking Krillen's face agaisnt his fist. But it wasn't like he was going to give
up without a fight, it just wasn't his style, espically if it was to a witless Jinzoningen like the one standing before him.
With whatever little strength Kami blessed him with Krillen formed a small Kiezan within the palm of one hand and brought it
quickly into the Jinzoningen's face.
The attack easily beheaded the machine and along with krillen it fell to the ground back first into the mud, a small smile
appeared to cross Krillen's face as he slipped into an exhausted sleep.
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"Amazing..." she whispered as she stared acrossed the reckish of the laboraty that had been the result of the short but yet
explosive battle between Krillen and Dr.Gero's final creation. She'd seen it all, the fight between the two, the way Krillen
had attempted to reason with the mindless Jinzoningen, foolish by the fact all the creature could understand was destruction
and finally and to her most surpise how the young man still drenged in his own blood, had seen it fit to bury the monster
and say a little prayer, to find forgiveness in his heart for it, even through it was clear to her highened scences the real
amount of damage that he had taken from the fight.
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He stood, slighty shakey, what was to be expected of course at a time like this and staggered away from his oppenents grave
with each step he could feel himself sliping falling further into the pain and as his eyes filled with a scarlet like
liquid as the dirt and blood dripped down his Gi, he fell again but this time, he insictively knew it was unlikey that he
would ever get up again. The final word sliding across his mind, "Baka..."
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snarled at the machine and smashed his own fist hard into what he guessed would call it's face then clicked the back of it's
head with a hard kick using the back of his leg. It spat out what appeared to be some what white blood.
--------------------------
His head span as he stumbled from his make-shift creator grave, the blood slowly dripped from his split lip, making a small
pool in the murgy ground. He yet again found himself thinking what Son Goku would do and perhaps willing some devine
intervention.
The dark blue hulk moved in for the kill breaking Krillen's face agaisnt his fist. But it wasn't like he was going to give
up without a fight, it just wasn't his style, espically if it was to a witless Jinzoningen like the one standing before him.
With whatever little strength Kami blessed him with Krillen formed a small Kiezan within the palm of one hand and brought it
quickly into the Jinzoningen's face.
The attack easily beheaded the machine and along with krillen it fell to the ground back first into the mud, a small smile
appeared to cross Krillen's face as he slipped into an exhausted sleep.
----------
"Amazing..." she whispered as she stared acrossed the reckish of the laboraty that had been the result of the short but yet
explosive battle between Krillen and Dr.Gero's final creation. She'd seen it all, the fight between the two, the way Krillen
had attempted to reason with the mindless Jinzoningen, foolish by the fact all the creature could understand was destruction
and finally and to her most surpise how the young man still drenged in his own blood, had seen it fit to bury the monster
and say a little prayer, to find forgiveness in his heart for it, even through it was clear to her highened scences the real
amount of damage that he had taken from the fight.
----------
He stood, slighty shakey, what was to be expected of course at a time like this and staggered away from his oppenents grave
with each step he could feel himself sliping falling further into the pain and as his eyes filled with a scarlet like
liquid as the dirt and blood dripped down his Gi, he fell again but this time, he insictively knew it was unlikey that he
would ever get up again. The final word sliding across his mind, "Baka..."
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