Endivy RP

Endivy stands atop the red mound, blood staining his scalp. His eyes are dilated, barely conscious. The strife he faces wears on his body, but true to his nature, he feels right at home here. He wasn't born as the best, but kindled in his heart is the makings of a warrior. In a restrained, but coarse tone, he speaks out to his foe. "You're strong, I almost didn't make it through that last attack, but I know you're spent. You put everything into that... I can see your legs trembling. Your eyes give you away, you're hoping I just roll over and die. Not today, not this Saiyan. If you want to walk away from this, you better find more than you've displayed and use it, because if you dont.."

Endivy grins, a sinister expression clouds his barely conscious mug. "Your entrails will decorate this field, and your loved ones will rue the day you faced me."

Hand now facing the opponent, the Saiyan has an almost regal appearance, defying the odds even though his injuries are severe. A yellow blast shines from his palm, and rockets towards his enemy, seeking nothing but death.