Having no time to block, she let herself fall and prayed to any god that
might listen that she had been quick enough.
The sword hit the rock so close to her head that it cut off some of her
hairs. It rained pieces of metal on her back. The sword had hit the stone
with such force that it had shattered. Not waiting for the warriors
reaction, she pushed herself off with her legs and head butted the warrior
in the stomach. His eyes bulged and he dropped what was left of the sword.
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Two more warriors walked his way. They both held knives. Normally he wouldn't have had any troubles with four weaklings like this. But the wound had weakened him. The loss of blood made him dizzy and slowed his reflexes. The energy that he had used for the regeneration made him tired and affected his strength. Not that he couldn't handle them. The fools weren't able to lay so much as a finger on him. He easily blocked all their attacks. This was also a good opportunity to find out more about the warriors and their fighting stile. Shouting made him look to the left. Woran was in trouble. The warrior she was fighting with was a good swordsman. He drove her back, step by step, until she was standing with her back to a large rock. The insults she was throwing at him didn't make her situation any better.
"I'll just have to save her." He thought. "Again."
He flew up into the air. The warriors stared at him for a moment, as if they couldn't understand that he was able to fly. Grinning, he shot a few Ki blasts down. His grin vanished the moment he heard breaking metal. Woran's blade had shattered. She was able to defend herself with what was left of it against most of the warriors attacks. He cursed heavily. The warrior was attacking her is such a way that there would be a large hole in her defence. He couldn't shout a warning, for that would distract her, and he couldn't use his Ki, for they were fighting to close to each other. He dove down, but in his heart he knew that he was to late. The warrior swung his sword with all the strength he had. Piccolo's heart tensed with worry, and. Fear? He stopped his dive when she hit the ground. Was she hurt? Had she been quick enough? When she moved, it felt as if a heavy stone was lifted from his heart. He grinned when he saw her head butt the warrior in the stomach.
Piccolo was so concentrated on the fight that he didn't notice the danger until it was to late. One of the warriors had climbed unto a rock close to him. He only noticed the warrior when he jumped from the rock unto his back. He quickly reached behind his back for the warrior, but he was too late. The warrior stabbed him in the neck with a knife. Everything went black. The last thing he knew was that he was falling out of the air and someone was screaming his name.
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Two more warriors walked his way. They both held knives. Normally he wouldn't have had any troubles with four weaklings like this. But the wound had weakened him. The loss of blood made him dizzy and slowed his reflexes. The energy that he had used for the regeneration made him tired and affected his strength. Not that he couldn't handle them. The fools weren't able to lay so much as a finger on him. He easily blocked all their attacks. This was also a good opportunity to find out more about the warriors and their fighting stile. Shouting made him look to the left. Woran was in trouble. The warrior she was fighting with was a good swordsman. He drove her back, step by step, until she was standing with her back to a large rock. The insults she was throwing at him didn't make her situation any better.
"I'll just have to save her." He thought. "Again."
He flew up into the air. The warriors stared at him for a moment, as if they couldn't understand that he was able to fly. Grinning, he shot a few Ki blasts down. His grin vanished the moment he heard breaking metal. Woran's blade had shattered. She was able to defend herself with what was left of it against most of the warriors attacks. He cursed heavily. The warrior was attacking her is such a way that there would be a large hole in her defence. He couldn't shout a warning, for that would distract her, and he couldn't use his Ki, for they were fighting to close to each other. He dove down, but in his heart he knew that he was to late. The warrior swung his sword with all the strength he had. Piccolo's heart tensed with worry, and. Fear? He stopped his dive when she hit the ground. Was she hurt? Had she been quick enough? When she moved, it felt as if a heavy stone was lifted from his heart. He grinned when he saw her head butt the warrior in the stomach.
Piccolo was so concentrated on the fight that he didn't notice the danger until it was to late. One of the warriors had climbed unto a rock close to him. He only noticed the warrior when he jumped from the rock unto his back. He quickly reached behind his back for the warrior, but he was too late. The warrior stabbed him in the neck with a knife. Everything went black. The last thing he knew was that he was falling out of the air and someone was screaming his name.