Hey kids! This is a really short chapter but it's only supposed to be a
fight sequence! Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ
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Chapter 3: Fool
Nothing but death. The grass was old and crinkly. The trees creaked and whined in the ever-increasing wind. Pan wondered why it was called the Dying Field. It was already dead. Even so, she crept up the hill craning her neck to see if her rival was there. He was not. So she leaned up against one of the creaking trees and chomped on her apple she had brought along. She had barely sunk her teeth into when she heard the sounds of laughter behind her. She didn't need to look. She knew it was Micah, coming for the challenge.
"Hey Panny. Let's go." Micah walked over to face her against the tree. He began to stretch out suddenly on the ground. Pan ignored the nickname and did likewise. Micah laughed and joked with his friends. "Okay, I'm ready." He shook out his shoulders and looked expectantly at her.
"Give it your best shot blondie," Pan said, for he was certainly blond, with light blue eyes that were as cold as ice. Pan smirked at him and she started walking the distance from the tree to the top of the hill. Micah followed suit, his face slightly red.
They reached the top of the hill. Micah's friends surrounded them, with the red headed slutty girl counted them off. "Ready, fight!" her high- pitched voice sounded.
Pan waited for Micah to start, so she could play with him a little. She was right. Micah came in with a fury of fists, each one more powerful than the last. Pan dodged each one, her figure a blur against the brownish color of the grass. She grew bored and blocked all of his punches instead, and brought her left foot curved around his right, grabbed his arms, and kneed him in the gut. Micah cried out and lunged back. He was panting like a tired dog back from a long walk.
"Not bad," Pan commented, "except maybe aim those punches a little more." That smirk crept up on her face again.
"Why you little..."
This time it was a combo of punches, back fists, and wheel-kicks. Pan was humored. She moved in a second behind the boy, and for a moment he didn't know where she was. He sensed her though and turned around. Pan was ready.
"Fool."
And she planted a full-fledged chicken kick right to his nose. He bled; it appeared she had broken Micah's nose. He screamed as he clutched his poor nose; the red head whinnied like a horse, and the kid's friends crowd around him. But he didn't need it; he pushed them away and pointed his index finger at Pan. "You'll be sorry, you good for nothing whore."
"Just don't go crying to your mommy that a girl beat you up, Micah," Pan elongated the last word, and for the third time she had a smirk on her face. Micah flicked her off but said nothing. As if to prove her point, Pan took flight, leaving dust on the ground for everyone to cough up.
Please Review!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ
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Chapter 3: Fool
Nothing but death. The grass was old and crinkly. The trees creaked and whined in the ever-increasing wind. Pan wondered why it was called the Dying Field. It was already dead. Even so, she crept up the hill craning her neck to see if her rival was there. He was not. So she leaned up against one of the creaking trees and chomped on her apple she had brought along. She had barely sunk her teeth into when she heard the sounds of laughter behind her. She didn't need to look. She knew it was Micah, coming for the challenge.
"Hey Panny. Let's go." Micah walked over to face her against the tree. He began to stretch out suddenly on the ground. Pan ignored the nickname and did likewise. Micah laughed and joked with his friends. "Okay, I'm ready." He shook out his shoulders and looked expectantly at her.
"Give it your best shot blondie," Pan said, for he was certainly blond, with light blue eyes that were as cold as ice. Pan smirked at him and she started walking the distance from the tree to the top of the hill. Micah followed suit, his face slightly red.
They reached the top of the hill. Micah's friends surrounded them, with the red headed slutty girl counted them off. "Ready, fight!" her high- pitched voice sounded.
Pan waited for Micah to start, so she could play with him a little. She was right. Micah came in with a fury of fists, each one more powerful than the last. Pan dodged each one, her figure a blur against the brownish color of the grass. She grew bored and blocked all of his punches instead, and brought her left foot curved around his right, grabbed his arms, and kneed him in the gut. Micah cried out and lunged back. He was panting like a tired dog back from a long walk.
"Not bad," Pan commented, "except maybe aim those punches a little more." That smirk crept up on her face again.
"Why you little..."
This time it was a combo of punches, back fists, and wheel-kicks. Pan was humored. She moved in a second behind the boy, and for a moment he didn't know where she was. He sensed her though and turned around. Pan was ready.
"Fool."
And she planted a full-fledged chicken kick right to his nose. He bled; it appeared she had broken Micah's nose. He screamed as he clutched his poor nose; the red head whinnied like a horse, and the kid's friends crowd around him. But he didn't need it; he pushed them away and pointed his index finger at Pan. "You'll be sorry, you good for nothing whore."
"Just don't go crying to your mommy that a girl beat you up, Micah," Pan elongated the last word, and for the third time she had a smirk on her face. Micah flicked her off but said nothing. As if to prove her point, Pan took flight, leaving dust on the ground for everyone to cough up.
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