08-09-2017, 09:32 AM
Cell absorbed the blast and staggered forward. He threw out a hand to catch himself before he crashed against one of the cubicle walls. Spinning around, the bio-android ducked as a sword blade swung over his crouched head and scrapped against the steel barrier. A beat later, he sprung up and smacked his face into his adversary’s nose.
Seventeen, blood dribbling down his face, dropped back into the haze as his opponent stepped forward and snickered. The insect held out a hand and started to charge an energy attack. As his palm started to glow yellow, he clenched his fingers and continued to focus additional ki between his fingers. Before a retaliatory strike from the waterlogged cyborg could unfold against him, Cell chucked the blast and pursued it as it streamed through the room.
The machine-hybrid, essentially following through on the script, avoided the initial attack but quickly realized that he had shifted right into the path on the on-coming Cell. With a dull thud, the green insect slammed into the scrawny, blood-stained man and pinned him up against a wall. “I caught the fly,” he whispered as his tail shot forward. Seventeen swallowed a scream as the blade-like tip of Cell’s tail buried itself into his side. “Normally, thiss iss the drinking part, but I’m not here for drinking. Yourss is a finer meal than that.”
“Lovely,” the cyborg groaned as he pressed a palm against his attacker’s face to try and shove him away. His other hand, still gripping the sword, angled the blade at Cell’s shoulder and managed to catch a chunk of his foe’s chitin-like hide. With a growl, the insect wrenched his weaponized tail out and latched both his hands around Seventeen’s throat in an attempt to squeeze the life from his adversary. The cyborg, who didn’t really need to breath, played along in the act for just a few seconds until he found the window he needed to drive the sword up into Cell’s armpit.
Unable to slice through much of the monster’s insides, Seventeen had to remain satisfied with only the twisted expression of shock on Cell’s countenance. The six digits clenched around the cyborg’s neck relaxed their grip as the wiry man pointed a finger gun at his foe’s face. There was a flash, and then Cell found himself stumbling backwards and clasping his palm over a neat hole in his left cheek. Despite his injuries, this Seventeen failed to give up and resign himself to his fate. Instead, the scrawny cyborg threw himself at the bio-android, and after freeing his sword, he tried to bring it to bear on Cell’s face—his face!
Slipping free as the Power Sword clashed angrily with the steel floor of the office, Cell made eye contact with Seventeen just before the rain obscured the space between the two of them. There was a mad desperation in those eyes. The gazelle had gone rapid, it seemed.
With his tail poised above his head and ready to intercept any attacks on his flanks, the green monster paced backwards and glanced up at the ceiling. How much water could they hold in those tanks? Wouldn’t this nonsense have to be over soon?
With the squelch of wet boots from his right, Cell turned and threw out a blast of ki. He heard the huff of a man throwing himself free, but a few seconds later, Seventeen crashed into him from the opposite side and took him to the floor. Not one to be surprised for long, the downed insect grabbed a handful of black hair and yanked. Before he could be peeled off like a tick, the machine-hybrid drove the Power Sword into Cell’s chest, hoping that his assailant had a human anatomy.
Thrown by his hair, Seventeen rolled across the wet steel floor and crashed through a pair of office chairs. After a few final sputters of water, the sprinkler system fell silent and the cyborg found himself breathing heavily into a puddle. Somewhere out ahead, he could hear Cell mumbling something, but the words were unintelligible amidst the ringing in the cyborg’s skull. As Seventeen, clutching at the wet wall of a cubicle, brought himself up to his feet, he watched Cell do the same a few yards away. With the Power Sword still lodged into his chest, the insect turned to face his would-be victim. Initially, Seventeen was certain that he’d just lost his last lifeline to the armored hide of his alternate universe nemesis.
Cell managed to take a few steps before he lost his balance and fell to a knee. “I should be able to regenerate thiss,” he rasped in labored tones as Seventeen lurched toward him.
“Fucking Omniverse, am I right?” The cyborg muttered as he came to a stop a few feet away from Cell and held out a hand. The hilt of the sword jiggled in the bio-android’s chest for a couple of moments before Cell clamped a trio of fingers around it.
“There’ss… ssomething to be ssaid about thiss moment.”
“Give up chasing me,” Seventeen replied as he let his hand drop down to his side.
“I’ll take a detour, but I’ll be back,” Cell answered, looking up from the sword in his chest. “You haven’t stopped me from being perfect. You’ve jusst prolonged my journey, but I’ll never sstop.” The bio-android tapped his chest. “Ssaiyan DNA, after all. I’ll just get sstronger. Eat the other one firsst, perhapss.”
Seventeen scowled as he held out a clenched fist and extended the index finger. There was a delay before the beam of energy punched through Cell’s chest to the left of the sword, but it took a second gunshot to cause the insect to slump to the ground and start to snicker as his foe approached. “Why are you laughing?” He muttered as he held out a hand and managed to telekinetically liberate the blade from Cell’s chest.
“Jusst imagining the look on your face when I eat you.”
The cyborg reached into his pocket. “Eat this,” he muttered as he hurtled the banishment ircle at Cell. The object hit the insect on the side of the chest. In an instant, Seventeen’s adversary knew what was going on, and he simply shook his head.
“It’ss inevitable, Mr. Andersson. Inevitable.”
With that, Cell was gone, and the walls of the isoverse faded, leaving a bloodied Seventeen standing at the center of a circle of stormtroopers and Trixie Zulenka.
“I need a fucking vacation,” Seventeen muttered as he collapsed on the spot.
Seventeen, blood dribbling down his face, dropped back into the haze as his opponent stepped forward and snickered. The insect held out a hand and started to charge an energy attack. As his palm started to glow yellow, he clenched his fingers and continued to focus additional ki between his fingers. Before a retaliatory strike from the waterlogged cyborg could unfold against him, Cell chucked the blast and pursued it as it streamed through the room.
The machine-hybrid, essentially following through on the script, avoided the initial attack but quickly realized that he had shifted right into the path on the on-coming Cell. With a dull thud, the green insect slammed into the scrawny, blood-stained man and pinned him up against a wall. “I caught the fly,” he whispered as his tail shot forward. Seventeen swallowed a scream as the blade-like tip of Cell’s tail buried itself into his side. “Normally, thiss iss the drinking part, but I’m not here for drinking. Yourss is a finer meal than that.”
“Lovely,” the cyborg groaned as he pressed a palm against his attacker’s face to try and shove him away. His other hand, still gripping the sword, angled the blade at Cell’s shoulder and managed to catch a chunk of his foe’s chitin-like hide. With a growl, the insect wrenched his weaponized tail out and latched both his hands around Seventeen’s throat in an attempt to squeeze the life from his adversary. The cyborg, who didn’t really need to breath, played along in the act for just a few seconds until he found the window he needed to drive the sword up into Cell’s armpit.
Unable to slice through much of the monster’s insides, Seventeen had to remain satisfied with only the twisted expression of shock on Cell’s countenance. The six digits clenched around the cyborg’s neck relaxed their grip as the wiry man pointed a finger gun at his foe’s face. There was a flash, and then Cell found himself stumbling backwards and clasping his palm over a neat hole in his left cheek. Despite his injuries, this Seventeen failed to give up and resign himself to his fate. Instead, the scrawny cyborg threw himself at the bio-android, and after freeing his sword, he tried to bring it to bear on Cell’s face—his face!
Slipping free as the Power Sword clashed angrily with the steel floor of the office, Cell made eye contact with Seventeen just before the rain obscured the space between the two of them. There was a mad desperation in those eyes. The gazelle had gone rapid, it seemed.
With his tail poised above his head and ready to intercept any attacks on his flanks, the green monster paced backwards and glanced up at the ceiling. How much water could they hold in those tanks? Wouldn’t this nonsense have to be over soon?
With the squelch of wet boots from his right, Cell turned and threw out a blast of ki. He heard the huff of a man throwing himself free, but a few seconds later, Seventeen crashed into him from the opposite side and took him to the floor. Not one to be surprised for long, the downed insect grabbed a handful of black hair and yanked. Before he could be peeled off like a tick, the machine-hybrid drove the Power Sword into Cell’s chest, hoping that his assailant had a human anatomy.
Thrown by his hair, Seventeen rolled across the wet steel floor and crashed through a pair of office chairs. After a few final sputters of water, the sprinkler system fell silent and the cyborg found himself breathing heavily into a puddle. Somewhere out ahead, he could hear Cell mumbling something, but the words were unintelligible amidst the ringing in the cyborg’s skull. As Seventeen, clutching at the wet wall of a cubicle, brought himself up to his feet, he watched Cell do the same a few yards away. With the Power Sword still lodged into his chest, the insect turned to face his would-be victim. Initially, Seventeen was certain that he’d just lost his last lifeline to the armored hide of his alternate universe nemesis.
Cell managed to take a few steps before he lost his balance and fell to a knee. “I should be able to regenerate thiss,” he rasped in labored tones as Seventeen lurched toward him.
“Fucking Omniverse, am I right?” The cyborg muttered as he came to a stop a few feet away from Cell and held out a hand. The hilt of the sword jiggled in the bio-android’s chest for a couple of moments before Cell clamped a trio of fingers around it.
“There’ss… ssomething to be ssaid about thiss moment.”
“Give up chasing me,” Seventeen replied as he let his hand drop down to his side.
“I’ll take a detour, but I’ll be back,” Cell answered, looking up from the sword in his chest. “You haven’t stopped me from being perfect. You’ve jusst prolonged my journey, but I’ll never sstop.” The bio-android tapped his chest. “Ssaiyan DNA, after all. I’ll just get sstronger. Eat the other one firsst, perhapss.”
Seventeen scowled as he held out a clenched fist and extended the index finger. There was a delay before the beam of energy punched through Cell’s chest to the left of the sword, but it took a second gunshot to cause the insect to slump to the ground and start to snicker as his foe approached. “Why are you laughing?” He muttered as he held out a hand and managed to telekinetically liberate the blade from Cell’s chest.
“Jusst imagining the look on your face when I eat you.”
The cyborg reached into his pocket. “Eat this,” he muttered as he hurtled the banishment ircle at Cell. The object hit the insect on the side of the chest. In an instant, Seventeen’s adversary knew what was going on, and he simply shook his head.
“It’ss inevitable, Mr. Andersson. Inevitable.”
With that, Cell was gone, and the walls of the isoverse faded, leaving a bloodied Seventeen standing at the center of a circle of stormtroopers and Trixie Zulenka.
“I need a fucking vacation,” Seventeen muttered as he collapsed on the spot.
Quote:Seventeen used x1 Banishment Circle on Cell.