Post by Cooler on Sept 29, 2010 12:44:16 GMT -5
Piccolo reached into his back, and grabbed two cylindrical objects. The mixture of gasses caused hallucinations, and with Piccolo causing terrors the hallucinations would quickly go south.
A smile crept over the Namekian’s covered face, as he slipped into the first house. He quickly surveyed the scene, a living room with four chairs a tv, and a radio. ‘Rather sparse’ Piccolo thought as he switched to thermal again. The heat signatures revealed them all to be in the next room, a dining room, four of them it seemed, yet they were all adult signatures. Contrary to his first belief this must not have been a family; never the less the Namekian rolled one of the objects into the other room, and placed the other back in his pack. The gas released from the bomb quickly filled the room, and Piccolo began chuckling as he entered the smoky room.
“It’s Lucifer!” One of the four men screamed as they all grabbed sidearms and shot at the Namekian. Piccolo dodged these, not wanting to ruin his suite as he advanced towards the quartet. He fell to the ground in a sweep that launched two of the men off their feet. He shot both of these men in their chests with a blast of ki. The other two quit firing and ran to a corner, screaming profoundly. Piccolo slowly advanced towards the duo, and yanked one of them up. He tore the man’s arm out of his socket, the blood quickly burst out of the shoulder, and poured onto the other man who’s mouth was wide open with no sounds coming out of it. Piccolo held the man, and tore out one of his eyes and dropped the man who was in shock from the pain. The Namekian then took the arm, and cracked it over the injured man’s chest knocking the air out of him.
A smile crept over the Namekian’s covered face, as he slipped into the first house. He quickly surveyed the scene, a living room with four chairs a tv, and a radio. ‘Rather sparse’ Piccolo thought as he switched to thermal again. The heat signatures revealed them all to be in the next room, a dining room, four of them it seemed, yet they were all adult signatures. Contrary to his first belief this must not have been a family; never the less the Namekian rolled one of the objects into the other room, and placed the other back in his pack. The gas released from the bomb quickly filled the room, and Piccolo began chuckling as he entered the smoky room.
“It’s Lucifer!” One of the four men screamed as they all grabbed sidearms and shot at the Namekian. Piccolo dodged these, not wanting to ruin his suite as he advanced towards the quartet. He fell to the ground in a sweep that launched two of the men off their feet. He shot both of these men in their chests with a blast of ki. The other two quit firing and ran to a corner, screaming profoundly. Piccolo slowly advanced towards the duo, and yanked one of them up. He tore the man’s arm out of his socket, the blood quickly burst out of the shoulder, and poured onto the other man who’s mouth was wide open with no sounds coming out of it. Piccolo held the man, and tore out one of his eyes and dropped the man who was in shock from the pain. The Namekian then took the arm, and cracked it over the injured man’s chest knocking the air out of him.