How he wanted to kill Yajirobe! That a person could be so stupid. Korin
never made such a fuss. When he asked Korin some Senzu beans, he just went
and got him some. Without any questions. But not Yajirobe. No, he just had
to keep bugging him. Good thing for Yajirobe that Korin came back just in
time. Otherwise he would have been a blood coloured stain on the ground.
The sharp rising of eleven powerlevels shook him from his thoughts. One of
them was of the girl. The other ones were from the warriors. They had found
her again. He was still far from the cave. Speeding up until he couldn't go
any faster, he hoped that he would be on time.
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Pain, agonizing waves of pain. Danger. People attacking. Hurt. Trying to breath. Hurt too much, but must breath. Danger, more danger. Blood, blood on her hands, in her mouth, in her lungs. Confusion. Danger. People surrounding her. Pain. Must not panic. Must think. Danger! Instincts screaming. Pain. Can't think. Must not give in to the pain. Danger! Cant breath. Hurt. Hurts too much. Pain too intense. Must not give in. Must.Not.Give.In.
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One of the powerlevels and the Ki that came with it had vanished! It could mean only one thing. Somebody was dead. To his relieve he noticed that it was one of the warriors. His relieve vanished quickly. The girls powerlevel was dropping. And fast. Now a powerlevel of one of the warriors was dropping to. But it didn't lessen his concern. It even grew. Her powerlevel was so low now, that he couldn't sense it anymore. He could only sense a small glimmer of Ki. The canyon came into sight now. Eight warriors surrounded a person lying on the ground. It was the girl. She was lying on her stomach, arms next to her body and legs stretched out behind her. One of the warriors slowly advanced towards her. Looking around he spotted the two other warriors. One was lying just outside the cave, throat cut. The other was lying not far from the eight warriors. He was alive, but in no condition to fight. The warrior was grasping the hilt of the girls Katana. He had been run trough his belly, the blade sticking out of his back. The wound was bleeding badly. It explained the steady dropping op his powerlevel, for with the loss of blood, he was also losing strength. Wasting no more time, he fired seven Ki blasts at the warriors surrounding the girl. He couldn't fire at the other one, because he was standing to close to the girl. The seven warriors were thrown back by the blasts. He had to act fast, now that he had given himself away. The last warrior looked up with an evil grin on his face. Laughing, he looked back down at the girl, drew a slender sword and raised it above his head. Cursing, Piccolo dove down with every bit of speed he had. It was going to be a close call. He stretched out his arms, reaching for the girl. Grabbing her by the back of the Gi, he shot straight into the air. He had risen only a few feet, when pain flared across his lower back and leg. Looking down, he saw the warriors blade sticking out of his right hip. An evil chuckle made him look down further. The warrior was still holding the sword. He nearly screamed out in pain when the warrior twisted the blade and pushed it in further. With a snarl, he turned around and kicked the warrior in the face with his left leg. The force of the blow made the warrior fly through the air a few yards. When the warrior hit the ground, he didn't stand up. He was out cold. Piccolo changed his grip on the girl, so that he was holding in his arms now. Then he flew of at top speed, the sword still stuck in his right hip.
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Pain, agonizing waves of pain. Danger. People attacking. Hurt. Trying to breath. Hurt too much, but must breath. Danger, more danger. Blood, blood on her hands, in her mouth, in her lungs. Confusion. Danger. People surrounding her. Pain. Must not panic. Must think. Danger! Instincts screaming. Pain. Can't think. Must not give in to the pain. Danger! Cant breath. Hurt. Hurts too much. Pain too intense. Must not give in. Must.Not.Give.In.
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One of the powerlevels and the Ki that came with it had vanished! It could mean only one thing. Somebody was dead. To his relieve he noticed that it was one of the warriors. His relieve vanished quickly. The girls powerlevel was dropping. And fast. Now a powerlevel of one of the warriors was dropping to. But it didn't lessen his concern. It even grew. Her powerlevel was so low now, that he couldn't sense it anymore. He could only sense a small glimmer of Ki. The canyon came into sight now. Eight warriors surrounded a person lying on the ground. It was the girl. She was lying on her stomach, arms next to her body and legs stretched out behind her. One of the warriors slowly advanced towards her. Looking around he spotted the two other warriors. One was lying just outside the cave, throat cut. The other was lying not far from the eight warriors. He was alive, but in no condition to fight. The warrior was grasping the hilt of the girls Katana. He had been run trough his belly, the blade sticking out of his back. The wound was bleeding badly. It explained the steady dropping op his powerlevel, for with the loss of blood, he was also losing strength. Wasting no more time, he fired seven Ki blasts at the warriors surrounding the girl. He couldn't fire at the other one, because he was standing to close to the girl. The seven warriors were thrown back by the blasts. He had to act fast, now that he had given himself away. The last warrior looked up with an evil grin on his face. Laughing, he looked back down at the girl, drew a slender sword and raised it above his head. Cursing, Piccolo dove down with every bit of speed he had. It was going to be a close call. He stretched out his arms, reaching for the girl. Grabbing her by the back of the Gi, he shot straight into the air. He had risen only a few feet, when pain flared across his lower back and leg. Looking down, he saw the warriors blade sticking out of his right hip. An evil chuckle made him look down further. The warrior was still holding the sword. He nearly screamed out in pain when the warrior twisted the blade and pushed it in further. With a snarl, he turned around and kicked the warrior in the face with his left leg. The force of the blow made the warrior fly through the air a few yards. When the warrior hit the ground, he didn't stand up. He was out cold. Piccolo changed his grip on the girl, so that he was holding in his arms now. Then he flew of at top speed, the sword still stuck in his right hip.