Piccolo couldn't believe what he was seeing. She had hit the blasts aside
with that Katana of her. It was that he had seen it with his own eyes.
Otherwise he wouldn't have believed it. Another thing he couldn't believe
was the stupidity of the leader of this group. He had killed one of his own
men, and wounded the other, with his own Ki blasts! Hearing a cry of rage
and the rising of a Ki. He scanned the battlefield. The fool was running
towards the girl.
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She couldn't keep her ground. The ferociousness of the attack drove her back step by step. He drove her into the crater. Still moving backwards, she was careful at where to put her feet. She didn't want to fall. Not with such an attacker. A fall would prove fatal.
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The fighting pair went into the crater. He could see that the fool was getting tired. The attack had tired him. But the girl was tired to. Her blocks came slower and slower. And still the fool drove the girl back.
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Someone had grabbed her ankle! Looking down, she stared into the grinning face of the injured warrior. The warrior pulled on her ankle with all his remaining strength. She managed not to fall. But the distraction cost her dearly. The other warrior blocked a feeble swipe of her Katana. Moving to fast for her to block, the warrior thrusted his knife between her ribs.
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He saw the injured warrior grab and pull her ankle. The fool immediately took advantage from her distraction. He saw him thrust his knife between her ribs. He then took a step back and pulled his knife out. He could only stand there and stare. Like he couldn't believe that he had been able to hit her. It looked like the girl couldn't believe it herself. She blinked a few times and looked at the wound. It was pretty serious. He could see the blood run down her side. The girl looked from the wound to the injured warrior. He was still holding her ankle. Moving fast, she hacked of his head. But the movement had proven too much. She let go of the Katana and grabbed the wound. Then she staggered back a few paces, and fell unto her knees. He could hear her painful coughing. And see the blood she was coughing up. The fool walked over to the girl, and stood before her. When she looked up to her, he kicked her hard in the face. The force of the kick made her fly though the air a few yards and land on her back.
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She was fighting for breath. The knife had punctured her lung, and it was slowly filling with blood. Coughing to get some of it out she tried to get up. But the coughing and the movement caused so much pain, that she couldn't move the left side of her body. Breathing became even harder when her nose started to bleed from the kick into her face. A shadow fell over her face. Looking up, she saw the warrior who had stabbed her. He was grinning evilly.
"You will pay."
He started kicking her.
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The coward started kicking the girl. He obviously enjoyed it, because soon he was laughing aloud. Piccolo clenched his fists at his sides. How he would like to teach such a coward a lesson. Even more because this coward enjoyed torturing helpless victims. But he told himself not to get involved. It was not his fight. Getting tired of only kicking the girl, he pulled her of the ground.
"Hold her!"
The coward yelled at one of the remaining warriors before he throwing her in his direction. The warrior grabbed her, holding her arms tightly behind her back. He could see that she could barely stand. Grinning, the fool walked towards the girl. Not having had enough of the torture, he started hitting her in the face.
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She could feel that she was staring to loose consciousness. Not of the pain, but of lack of air. It was getting harder and harder for her to breath. Al she could do was cough up blood. The pain was intense, but she could bear it. She would not give her torturers the satisfaction of her crying out in pain. Let them try. She could endure a lot of pain. They needed to do a lot more then just kicking and hitting her before she would cry out.
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He could see the determent on her face. She wasn't going to give the tortures the satisfaction of her crying out in pain. He was beginning to like the girl. But the fool was getting angry. He didn't like it that the torture wasn't getting to her. Piccolo feared that the cowards anger would make matters even worse for the girl.
"Want to play though? Well then. Lets see."
The coward eyed the girl.
"Yes. See how you like this."
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The beating had finally stopped. The only thing that kept her from falling was the warrior that held her. Her torturer said something, but she couldn't hear what he said. Her ears were ringing too much. She slowly shook her head. Hearing wasn't that important. She wanted to get her vision back. At the moment, everything was a blur. Suddenly, someone grabbed her T- Shirt. Lifting her head, she looked into the face of her torturer. He was grinning evilly. With one swift move, he ripped of her T-Shirt.
"Not that it really matters." She thought. "It was so tattered that this is actually an improvement."
The shirt she was wearing underneath was in much better shape. It only had a few small tears. A sudden pain pulled her from her thoughts. The torturer had grabbed her by her hair. He pulled her head back. He moved his head forward and tried to kiss her. She tried to pull away, but he was still holding her by her hair. His lips brushed against hers. She suddenly snapped her head forward and bit hard on his lower lip. He cried out in pain and tried to pull away. But she wouldn't let go. She was going to teach the bastard a lesson. She bit with all her strength and pulled her head back. She ripped his lower lip right of. All he could do was stare at her. Now it was her turn to grin evilly. She spat the lip into his face. Then she hit him in the groin with her knee. His eyes bulged and he slowly bended forward. She drove her knee into his face. He began to fall backwards. She pulled in both her legs and kicked him in his face with both of them. The warrior that was holding her was of balance now. She took that advantage and hooked her legs around the back of his knees and pulled hard. While they were falling backwards, she slammed her head into his face. She tried to roll away, but the warrior grabbed her. He hooked one arm around her neck and started to choke her. Already out of breath because of her punctured lung, she didn't have any strength left break his hold. Struggling, her right hand suddenly felt something cold. Something made of metal. It was a knife. Wasting no time, she grabbed it and stabbed the warrior, once, twice, trice and even a fourth time before he let go. She stabbed him again, this time hitting something vital. He silently died. The last attack had cost her all her strength. She was out of breath and loosing too much blood. The weight of the dead warrior made breathing even harder.
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Piccolo was surprised by the girls attack. He had been planning to do something if the coward had done something more than just kiss her. The attack had been rather gruesome, but it was everything the coward deserved. He would have happily ripped of more of his body. Now she was fighting with the warrior that had been holding her. But he could see that she didn't stand a chance. She had used up her last remains of strength in the attack on the coward. The warrior was choking her. She was struggling, but it had no effect. Suddenly, she stopped. He frowned. She couldn't be dead yet. Then he saw it. She had found a knife. She kept stabbing the warrior until he was dead. Piccolo looked at the coward. He was still out cold. The girl had hid him good. There was movement. The last remaining warrior was walking towards the Girl. And she couldn't do a thing. She didn't have enough strength left to get from under the dead warriors body.
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She couldn't keep her ground. The ferociousness of the attack drove her back step by step. He drove her into the crater. Still moving backwards, she was careful at where to put her feet. She didn't want to fall. Not with such an attacker. A fall would prove fatal.
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The fighting pair went into the crater. He could see that the fool was getting tired. The attack had tired him. But the girl was tired to. Her blocks came slower and slower. And still the fool drove the girl back.
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Someone had grabbed her ankle! Looking down, she stared into the grinning face of the injured warrior. The warrior pulled on her ankle with all his remaining strength. She managed not to fall. But the distraction cost her dearly. The other warrior blocked a feeble swipe of her Katana. Moving to fast for her to block, the warrior thrusted his knife between her ribs.
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He saw the injured warrior grab and pull her ankle. The fool immediately took advantage from her distraction. He saw him thrust his knife between her ribs. He then took a step back and pulled his knife out. He could only stand there and stare. Like he couldn't believe that he had been able to hit her. It looked like the girl couldn't believe it herself. She blinked a few times and looked at the wound. It was pretty serious. He could see the blood run down her side. The girl looked from the wound to the injured warrior. He was still holding her ankle. Moving fast, she hacked of his head. But the movement had proven too much. She let go of the Katana and grabbed the wound. Then she staggered back a few paces, and fell unto her knees. He could hear her painful coughing. And see the blood she was coughing up. The fool walked over to the girl, and stood before her. When she looked up to her, he kicked her hard in the face. The force of the kick made her fly though the air a few yards and land on her back.
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She was fighting for breath. The knife had punctured her lung, and it was slowly filling with blood. Coughing to get some of it out she tried to get up. But the coughing and the movement caused so much pain, that she couldn't move the left side of her body. Breathing became even harder when her nose started to bleed from the kick into her face. A shadow fell over her face. Looking up, she saw the warrior who had stabbed her. He was grinning evilly.
"You will pay."
He started kicking her.
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The coward started kicking the girl. He obviously enjoyed it, because soon he was laughing aloud. Piccolo clenched his fists at his sides. How he would like to teach such a coward a lesson. Even more because this coward enjoyed torturing helpless victims. But he told himself not to get involved. It was not his fight. Getting tired of only kicking the girl, he pulled her of the ground.
"Hold her!"
The coward yelled at one of the remaining warriors before he throwing her in his direction. The warrior grabbed her, holding her arms tightly behind her back. He could see that she could barely stand. Grinning, the fool walked towards the girl. Not having had enough of the torture, he started hitting her in the face.
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She could feel that she was staring to loose consciousness. Not of the pain, but of lack of air. It was getting harder and harder for her to breath. Al she could do was cough up blood. The pain was intense, but she could bear it. She would not give her torturers the satisfaction of her crying out in pain. Let them try. She could endure a lot of pain. They needed to do a lot more then just kicking and hitting her before she would cry out.
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He could see the determent on her face. She wasn't going to give the tortures the satisfaction of her crying out in pain. He was beginning to like the girl. But the fool was getting angry. He didn't like it that the torture wasn't getting to her. Piccolo feared that the cowards anger would make matters even worse for the girl.
"Want to play though? Well then. Lets see."
The coward eyed the girl.
"Yes. See how you like this."
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The beating had finally stopped. The only thing that kept her from falling was the warrior that held her. Her torturer said something, but she couldn't hear what he said. Her ears were ringing too much. She slowly shook her head. Hearing wasn't that important. She wanted to get her vision back. At the moment, everything was a blur. Suddenly, someone grabbed her T- Shirt. Lifting her head, she looked into the face of her torturer. He was grinning evilly. With one swift move, he ripped of her T-Shirt.
"Not that it really matters." She thought. "It was so tattered that this is actually an improvement."
The shirt she was wearing underneath was in much better shape. It only had a few small tears. A sudden pain pulled her from her thoughts. The torturer had grabbed her by her hair. He pulled her head back. He moved his head forward and tried to kiss her. She tried to pull away, but he was still holding her by her hair. His lips brushed against hers. She suddenly snapped her head forward and bit hard on his lower lip. He cried out in pain and tried to pull away. But she wouldn't let go. She was going to teach the bastard a lesson. She bit with all her strength and pulled her head back. She ripped his lower lip right of. All he could do was stare at her. Now it was her turn to grin evilly. She spat the lip into his face. Then she hit him in the groin with her knee. His eyes bulged and he slowly bended forward. She drove her knee into his face. He began to fall backwards. She pulled in both her legs and kicked him in his face with both of them. The warrior that was holding her was of balance now. She took that advantage and hooked her legs around the back of his knees and pulled hard. While they were falling backwards, she slammed her head into his face. She tried to roll away, but the warrior grabbed her. He hooked one arm around her neck and started to choke her. Already out of breath because of her punctured lung, she didn't have any strength left break his hold. Struggling, her right hand suddenly felt something cold. Something made of metal. It was a knife. Wasting no time, she grabbed it and stabbed the warrior, once, twice, trice and even a fourth time before he let go. She stabbed him again, this time hitting something vital. He silently died. The last attack had cost her all her strength. She was out of breath and loosing too much blood. The weight of the dead warrior made breathing even harder.
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Piccolo was surprised by the girls attack. He had been planning to do something if the coward had done something more than just kiss her. The attack had been rather gruesome, but it was everything the coward deserved. He would have happily ripped of more of his body. Now she was fighting with the warrior that had been holding her. But he could see that she didn't stand a chance. She had used up her last remains of strength in the attack on the coward. The warrior was choking her. She was struggling, but it had no effect. Suddenly, she stopped. He frowned. She couldn't be dead yet. Then he saw it. She had found a knife. She kept stabbing the warrior until he was dead. Piccolo looked at the coward. He was still out cold. The girl had hid him good. There was movement. The last remaining warrior was walking towards the Girl. And she couldn't do a thing. She didn't have enough strength left to get from under the dead warriors body.