She had just time for a quick curse before they were upon her. She knew
this was going to be her final fight.
"Better make my last my best." She thought while keeping two warriors at bay with quick swipes of her Katana and blocking attacks from two others with her left arm and leg.
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Piccolo heard the girl curse. She was fighting well. But she couldn't block all their attacks. They were just with to many. If it hadn't been for the Katana, and her speed, she would have been dead already.
He was getting even more impressed. This frantic fight was lasting some good five minutes now. It was longer then he had expected with five to one odds. And she still had only superficial wound. Some small cuts on her arms and legs. Occasional a knife or punch would get through her defence. But they never did any real damage. She had gotten a few fists in the face and stomach, but the only thing they had done was madden the girl. The only thing the knives had done was messing up her T-shirt.
The more attacks slipped through the girls defence, the angrier she became. And with the rising of her anger, her Ki rose to.
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She was really getting angry. All she could do was defend herself. Another punch slipped through her defences. This one hit her painfully in the neck. She had been able to avoid serious damage by sheer speed. But the fight was lasting to long. Her lungs were starting to burn. She was panting for breath.
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Piccolo could tell the girl was getting tired. Her blocks were coming slower and she wasn't able to avoid being hit by the blows that she couldn't block.
Suddenly something strange happened. One of the fighters backed off, out of the fight. It was the speaker. By his behaviour, he had determined that he was the leader of the warrior group.
He was starting to hate the man. For several reasons. The biggest of them all was that he was fighting a little girl with seven people. And now the man was cowardly backing out of the fight, letting the other warriors do the dirty work.
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He was very angry. How the girl had insulted him! Throwing a backpack into his face.
"How dare she." He said through clenched teeth.
And those six fools. They couldn't even kill a little girl! Even worse, she had killed two of them, and they hadn't been able to lay a finger on her. And the fools had expected him to fight to. No way he was going to do that. He wasn't going to lower himself to the level of a common soldier.
"Damn it! This should have been an easy mission!"
He balled his fists.
"If they ever learn of the girl killing two of my men, I'll be a laughing stock forever."
He looked at the fight.
"This is taking to long. I'll have to end it all by myself then. As usual."
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Piccolo could hear the man talking to himself. He spoke a language he didn't know. But he didn't need to hear the words to understand that he was very angry. And up to no good. He wondered what the coward would do.
He didn't have to wonder long. The coward raised his hands in front of his face. And produced two very small Ki balls. Turning the palms of his hands outward, he slowly made the balls larger. He stopped when they were about as big as his head. Grinning evilly, he threw them to the still fighting girl.
"Better make my last my best." She thought while keeping two warriors at bay with quick swipes of her Katana and blocking attacks from two others with her left arm and leg.
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Piccolo heard the girl curse. She was fighting well. But she couldn't block all their attacks. They were just with to many. If it hadn't been for the Katana, and her speed, she would have been dead already.
He was getting even more impressed. This frantic fight was lasting some good five minutes now. It was longer then he had expected with five to one odds. And she still had only superficial wound. Some small cuts on her arms and legs. Occasional a knife or punch would get through her defence. But they never did any real damage. She had gotten a few fists in the face and stomach, but the only thing they had done was madden the girl. The only thing the knives had done was messing up her T-shirt.
The more attacks slipped through the girls defence, the angrier she became. And with the rising of her anger, her Ki rose to.
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She was really getting angry. All she could do was defend herself. Another punch slipped through her defences. This one hit her painfully in the neck. She had been able to avoid serious damage by sheer speed. But the fight was lasting to long. Her lungs were starting to burn. She was panting for breath.
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Piccolo could tell the girl was getting tired. Her blocks were coming slower and she wasn't able to avoid being hit by the blows that she couldn't block.
Suddenly something strange happened. One of the fighters backed off, out of the fight. It was the speaker. By his behaviour, he had determined that he was the leader of the warrior group.
He was starting to hate the man. For several reasons. The biggest of them all was that he was fighting a little girl with seven people. And now the man was cowardly backing out of the fight, letting the other warriors do the dirty work.
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He was very angry. How the girl had insulted him! Throwing a backpack into his face.
"How dare she." He said through clenched teeth.
And those six fools. They couldn't even kill a little girl! Even worse, she had killed two of them, and they hadn't been able to lay a finger on her. And the fools had expected him to fight to. No way he was going to do that. He wasn't going to lower himself to the level of a common soldier.
"Damn it! This should have been an easy mission!"
He balled his fists.
"If they ever learn of the girl killing two of my men, I'll be a laughing stock forever."
He looked at the fight.
"This is taking to long. I'll have to end it all by myself then. As usual."
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Piccolo could hear the man talking to himself. He spoke a language he didn't know. But he didn't need to hear the words to understand that he was very angry. And up to no good. He wondered what the coward would do.
He didn't have to wonder long. The coward raised his hands in front of his face. And produced two very small Ki balls. Turning the palms of his hands outward, he slowly made the balls larger. He stopped when they were about as big as his head. Grinning evilly, he threw them to the still fighting girl.