08-06-2017, 08:18 AM
The initial onslaught had caused the walls of the barrier to waver, but they held strong after the peppering of ki blasts. When the haze had settled enough for Seventeen to see that the bio-android was charging another attack, he felt something in his stomach twist up as the sparkling beam screamed across the grayscale hanger.
Slamming into the shield, the beam met a flicker of resistance. It was just enough for the cyborg to crisscross his forearms in front of his face and tense as the barrier failed. A moment later, he was slammed through the thin steel wall at the rear of the hanger and discarded onto the floor of the machine shop like last year’s engine model. The smell of his singed flesh tickled at his nostrils as the cyborg used his elbows rather than his hands to help push up off the metal surface. Every part of his body hurt. The adrenaline that had burned and surged through his system during and after his fight with Might had long since dried up. Whatever reserves he may have had were likewise expended.
With a sense that the end was drawing closer, Cell casually strode across the hanger and stepped up onto the ruined chunk of the wall. Clutching at the ceiling with one of his hands, he narrowed his eyes and smirked at the skinny little pale man struggling to remain upright. “Sseventeen, thiss iss the end, can’t you ssee? You jusst don’t have it in you to sstand in the path of perfection.”
Extending a trembling hand, the cyborg willed an I-beam into his hand, but instead of holding it as a weapon, he used it like a cane to allow him the support he needed to glare defiantly at his adversary.
“Sso sscary,” Cell snickered as he held out his free hand and charged a ki blast. “You gonna tell me to get off your lawn? Maybe call me a gook while you’re at it?”
Seventeen laughed just a little bit—enough to cause the bio-android to tilt his head.
“You’re a lot more convincing when you’re not st-st-stuttering like the kid in the back of the classroom.” With that, the machine-hybrid jerked a hand forward and tossed the beam at Cell, who scowled before blasting the four-foot shaft of metal into a few dozen pieces. As the smoldering metal pieces struck the ground with wet thumps, Seventeen reached out a hand and willed his sword back to him from the adjacent room. He and Cell exchanged another salvo that left both of them diving to the wayside to avoid shots to the face.
Landing a little too awkwardly against a wing and his shoulder, Cell winced but ignored the pain. He was so close to taking that first step toward perfection. Nothing would deter the tunnel vision he had set upon his target. Rising to his feet, he caught Seventeen lurching toward the opposing wall. There was clear and distinct laboriousness to the cyborg’s movements that made him seem much like a wounded gazelle trying to flee from the pride of lions steadily encircling him.
“Not sso fasst,” Cell barked as he jumped forward and rushed his prey. A blast caught Seventeen in the back of the foot, but as the cyborg fell, he maintained the force of will to release a quick burst that caught his foe in the left shoulder. More stunned than scorched, Cell glared at the pillars of smoke that curled up from his shoulder and managed to charge half of a stronger attack before Seventeen teleported through the wall. “Sson of a…”
Although he was favoring his left leg, Seventeen grabbed hold of the railing and managed to descend the stairwell without losing his balance and landing headfirst on the landing down below. Like a shark who smelled blood in the ocean, Cell was quickly upon him, even if the damaged door provided a momentary delay in the bio-android’s pursuit. By the time Seventeen had forced his way through the door at the bottom of the stairwell, Cell came crashing through to the top of the landing. He screeched some form of insult or witty comment on the situation, but the machine-hybrid blocked it from his mind as he stumbled into an office complex.
With the Power Sword as his final lifeline, the cyborg glance at the sea of cubicles. They were higher than your standard office—nearly reaching the ceiling in most places. At this level of bureaucracy, the empire didn’t want to risk productivity by letting people easily share memes or funny videos over short office barriers. Unlike the fabric panels of Earth’s cube farms, the dividers were steel.
Cell kicked open the formerly locked stairwell door and glanced over at the cyborg. “You didn’t get far, did you?”
Seventeen threw out a hand and fired a quick beam of energy. The bio-android scowled as he beat aside the attack, and although he tensed at the sight of his opponent tossing forward his other hand, the second scintillating sphere soared high. It soared so high it exploded against one of the sprinkler heads and set off the entire floor’s fire deterrent systems. In rapid succession, the overhead sprinklers sputtered once or twice before they opened up with a steady deluge.
“All thosse poor computers. What will happen to the TPS reportss?” Cell sneered as the cyborg moved into attack him. A few glancing blows caught the insectoid here and there, but he was quickly able to send Seventeen wobbling backwards with an errant palm to the chest. Instead of moving in to attack once more, Seventeen took a few steps back into the downpour, and it was then that Cell realized the intention of the sprinkler system.
The water muddled what was already a drab and barely discernable grayscale world. Seventeen, with his ki sense, moved seamlessly through the obscuring haze behind his adversary and caught Cell in the shoulder blades with a concentrated blast of ki.
Slamming into the shield, the beam met a flicker of resistance. It was just enough for the cyborg to crisscross his forearms in front of his face and tense as the barrier failed. A moment later, he was slammed through the thin steel wall at the rear of the hanger and discarded onto the floor of the machine shop like last year’s engine model. The smell of his singed flesh tickled at his nostrils as the cyborg used his elbows rather than his hands to help push up off the metal surface. Every part of his body hurt. The adrenaline that had burned and surged through his system during and after his fight with Might had long since dried up. Whatever reserves he may have had were likewise expended.
With a sense that the end was drawing closer, Cell casually strode across the hanger and stepped up onto the ruined chunk of the wall. Clutching at the ceiling with one of his hands, he narrowed his eyes and smirked at the skinny little pale man struggling to remain upright. “Sseventeen, thiss iss the end, can’t you ssee? You jusst don’t have it in you to sstand in the path of perfection.”
Extending a trembling hand, the cyborg willed an I-beam into his hand, but instead of holding it as a weapon, he used it like a cane to allow him the support he needed to glare defiantly at his adversary.
“Sso sscary,” Cell snickered as he held out his free hand and charged a ki blast. “You gonna tell me to get off your lawn? Maybe call me a gook while you’re at it?”
Seventeen laughed just a little bit—enough to cause the bio-android to tilt his head.
“You’re a lot more convincing when you’re not st-st-stuttering like the kid in the back of the classroom.” With that, the machine-hybrid jerked a hand forward and tossed the beam at Cell, who scowled before blasting the four-foot shaft of metal into a few dozen pieces. As the smoldering metal pieces struck the ground with wet thumps, Seventeen reached out a hand and willed his sword back to him from the adjacent room. He and Cell exchanged another salvo that left both of them diving to the wayside to avoid shots to the face.
Landing a little too awkwardly against a wing and his shoulder, Cell winced but ignored the pain. He was so close to taking that first step toward perfection. Nothing would deter the tunnel vision he had set upon his target. Rising to his feet, he caught Seventeen lurching toward the opposing wall. There was clear and distinct laboriousness to the cyborg’s movements that made him seem much like a wounded gazelle trying to flee from the pride of lions steadily encircling him.
“Not sso fasst,” Cell barked as he jumped forward and rushed his prey. A blast caught Seventeen in the back of the foot, but as the cyborg fell, he maintained the force of will to release a quick burst that caught his foe in the left shoulder. More stunned than scorched, Cell glared at the pillars of smoke that curled up from his shoulder and managed to charge half of a stronger attack before Seventeen teleported through the wall. “Sson of a…”
Although he was favoring his left leg, Seventeen grabbed hold of the railing and managed to descend the stairwell without losing his balance and landing headfirst on the landing down below. Like a shark who smelled blood in the ocean, Cell was quickly upon him, even if the damaged door provided a momentary delay in the bio-android’s pursuit. By the time Seventeen had forced his way through the door at the bottom of the stairwell, Cell came crashing through to the top of the landing. He screeched some form of insult or witty comment on the situation, but the machine-hybrid blocked it from his mind as he stumbled into an office complex.
With the Power Sword as his final lifeline, the cyborg glance at the sea of cubicles. They were higher than your standard office—nearly reaching the ceiling in most places. At this level of bureaucracy, the empire didn’t want to risk productivity by letting people easily share memes or funny videos over short office barriers. Unlike the fabric panels of Earth’s cube farms, the dividers were steel.
Cell kicked open the formerly locked stairwell door and glanced over at the cyborg. “You didn’t get far, did you?”
Seventeen threw out a hand and fired a quick beam of energy. The bio-android scowled as he beat aside the attack, and although he tensed at the sight of his opponent tossing forward his other hand, the second scintillating sphere soared high. It soared so high it exploded against one of the sprinkler heads and set off the entire floor’s fire deterrent systems. In rapid succession, the overhead sprinklers sputtered once or twice before they opened up with a steady deluge.
“All thosse poor computers. What will happen to the TPS reportss?” Cell sneered as the cyborg moved into attack him. A few glancing blows caught the insectoid here and there, but he was quickly able to send Seventeen wobbling backwards with an errant palm to the chest. Instead of moving in to attack once more, Seventeen took a few steps back into the downpour, and it was then that Cell realized the intention of the sprinkler system.
The water muddled what was already a drab and barely discernable grayscale world. Seventeen, with his ki sense, moved seamlessly through the obscuring haze behind his adversary and caught Cell in the shoulder blades with a concentrated blast of ki.
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