cell's response

He'd gotten out of his perfect grip! Cell grit his teeth as his tail stabbed nothing but air, his arms quickly regenerating. They wouldn't take another block--and so Cell was slammed in the chest by the blow, stunned and sent flying away as a green blur, the shiny black chitin of his chest cracked apart. The follow-up kick didn't really hurt the bio-android, but it served to stop his momentum--and set him up for the final blow. "I-impossible!" he spat out--an instant before Cell's body became a purple splatter on the dirt at Azrael's feet, a few chunks and pieces of green and black chitin scattered around. Bested and defeated, surely--but not truly destroyed. It would take time, but he would regenerate amidst the destruction they'd caused--and when he did, given his Saiyan cells, he'd be far stronger than he was before.