A Warriors Resolve
Chapter 3
Ermita raised his binoculars and leveled them at the far-off landscape. Because it was now dark he could make out a tiny light that was known as the city Pieta.
How very frightening, he thought to himself rather absently. Even though he had no Yoma implantation he could feel the raw power that was emitted a hour ago. He could not say who or what was the source of the power, but he had the organizations eyes for that.
„So they still in there?", he asked the female warrior with aristocratic bearing behind him. Galatea could still feel that enormous power though it was somehow concealed or rather suppressed at the moment.
„Yes those two are still in the city. The other one though is gone."
„Can you detect his power as well." He asked coldly.
„No. No trace at all."
Galatea, though not showing it for a second, had felt a bone shrieking anxiety when she felt that power for the first time. Even now her heart beat was rapid and a too well known human feeling engulfing her mind and body. Utterly and raw fear.
She knew even Ermita, a mere human, had felt something. That was the testament to the power. Even so she knew Ermita would never really fathom the extent of what she had witnessed.
The agony of the received injuries began to seem no more than a mild comfort as Miria began to see the lethal injured and half-dead Claymore laying in the storehouse for their last breaths. Thanks to the pill, she had given them before the battle to fake death and more so the help of the two strangers many of the Claymore had survived the battle of Pieta. It was not enough to assuage the pain that Miria was beginning, now, to feel. The reason was that that number was about to shrink. Of the nineteen claymores that survived eleven were so wounded that there was no hope for them – not even through Deneves healing powers. All she and her comrades could do was to accompany them to their last breath – so they would not be alone.
"A warriors death is a gift not many can obtain in their lifetime.", the stern and cold voice did not ease her pain in any way – in contrary.
"They did not want to die! They wanted to live. How can you say so? Do you even know how we feel loosing our comrades?", Tabitha asked the person who had spoken previous words before Miria could even think of something to say. Vegetas eyes narrowed. But he began to relax as he remembered how he had felt when his whole race, everyone he knew had been annihilated in seconds by Freezer. They died without a fight. That was not the way a warrior race should leave the universe. This women could fight at least. They knew what was coming.
"I know very well, woman..."
Before anyone could reply Son Goku had entered the store house.
"How is it Kakarot, have you found any clue of Cells whereabouts?"
"No, he is gone. Not even a trace." Vegeta just scowled to that. Son Goku had left immediately to search for Cell in the near perimeter of the village – just to be sure that he would not attack them unexpected.
Son Goku shifted his eyes to Miria and then to the lethal wounded Claymores – few moaning others unconscious.
"Are they fine?", he asked unaware of the fact many of them would not survive the night. Miria told him their conditions.
He seemed to consider something as he was deep in thought for a few seconds. Well someone like Son Goku would not have to consider something like that so he moved to one of the unconscius Claymore whose consorted face was obviously showing that she was in extreme pain. As he knelled to her he grab for his pouch.
"Kakarot. You surely are not doing what I think you do. You will need everyone of that, when we want to kill that bastard." He said aggravated – admitting he alone could not beat Cell as of now.
„I have to, Vegeta. It´s who I am.", Son Goku said calmly.
„WHAT do you have to do?! Leave her alone.", Miria shouted.
„For once I agree with her, leave her alone. We will need them.", Vegeta agreed for the first time with the woman.
Son Goku did not even care for their words or his chances beating Cell. He had to help, when he could. And rather than explaining he would show them. So he took a bean from his pouch with on hand and with the other he opened the Claymores mouth forcefully.
„You will regret that.", Vegeta said resigned. Son Goku shoved the bean between the Claymores teeth and grabbed her chin to help the unwilling and fatally injured woman to chew on it. However the next moment Tabitha and Helen stepped in between and stopped Son Goku doing whatever he was doing.
"Stop it, right now! What have you given her! Poison?!", one of them screamed in panic.
"Poison?", Miria thought, "maybe to stop her pain?" They could not do that – they had no right. Even if she was lethally injured they had to give her the chance to survive – even if that chance was near to zero. She drew her sword. As did other Claymores. She would not stand for that.
Son Goku stepped back fast and held up his hand in a disarming way.
„Wow. No. No. You misunderstand. I did not poi...", he was interrupted. He had to stop a Claymore swing from behind with his bare hand – not that it would have done any harm even if it hit him.
"Guys? Whats happening?", the former lethally injured Claymore stood up as if she was never in a comatose condition with heavy intern bleeding. She was healed – instantly.
"W-what the -?", were the only words Helen could bring out of her mouth. More than any other Claymore for that moment.
Vegeta just scowled to the Claymores healing.
"Told you. And I have enough for all of them."