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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 23:51:48 GMT -5
-month 5 Year 2-
Bonecrusher!
Magnum Crusher D was deep in thought over what his gladiator name should be. He was told to pick one, because he was going to become a regular fighter in the joint. His amazing triumph over the undefeated insect had earned him a permanent spot on the roster. The fight had not been as hard as they might have thought, or as he made it look, but he accepted the praise and glory nontheless.
Destructor, that's stupid.
The idea of fighting didn't bother him. Defeating others in combat had become a second nature to him. He had yet to meet a foe capable of bringing him down. He knew there were many out there, and hoped to one day meet them, but for now, he was content with subpar effort for maximum popularity. The better the crowd liked him, the greater the chance of him getting a shot at the grand title. The idea of slaying Jaq didn't appeal to him, though he would do it if neccessary. To better himself, those who had to, would perish.
Magnum Crusher D? Nah, that's too wierd. Plus, I don't want the entire universe knowing who I am if I ever leave this place.
He didn't find that selfish, just honest. He believed in the simple fact that the strongest survive, and the weak will die off. Anyone who tried to stop him would become the weak. At the same time, he wouldn't ruthlessesly murder another person without cause. If angered, he would not relent, but he would carefully think through, thuroughly searching for another option under different circumstances.
Then it hit him. After studying himself in a mirrors, he pushed his hair down so it peeked out from beneath his cap. With the green suit on, he resembled a hard character, his swordskill demonic and his knowledge of the nether realm quite vast. He needed a name that suited that. So now he’ll himself...
Yami
The name was perfect. He raced out of his appointed dwellings, (Each gladiator was given their own living space) and found the organizer who arranged the fights each night.
"I've got my name."
"Hit me."
"Yami."
"What's that, some kind of pun on a chain? Ehh, I don't care. Just keep up those sweet moves you showed us the other day and call yerself whateva' you want. Remember tho. Killing another dude is against the rules, unless yer fightin' the champ. The crowd ain't payin' us enough fer that kinda entertainment, got it?"
"Of course."
"Alright then. Take that shield and sword and get out there, you're up next." The man said, gesturing toward the items with one hand, then pointing at the door with his thumb. Magnum Crusher D took that as a vote of confidence and reassurance, but wasn't stupid enough to actually think that.
When Magnum Crusher D emerged from the fighter lobby, the crowd went wild. Magnum Crusher D was taken aback by their reaction. Evidently they had been excited for Magnum Crusher D to return to the arena. His opponent already stood across the arena from him, waiting for the fight to begin. A dark skinned human, who stood at least a head taller than Magnum Crusher D. The announcer called him Doran. Magnum Crusher D's heart pounded in anticipation as the announcer prepared to announce his name. He wondered if the crowd would like it or not. After his name rang out of the speakers, the crowded roared with approval, and then the match was signaled to begin.
Magnum Crusher D raced towards Doran, when he got near, Magnum Crusher D dived to the ground, weapons extended, and performed a somersault. He recovered while still running, now behind Doran, and got so he was directly behind him. Doran whirled around, but Magnum Crusher D was upon him. With the slice of a sword, he opened a slice in Doran's armor. The human fell to the ground, and Magnum Crusher D tossed his shield aside. He then stepped on his opponent's hand which was holding his sword. The force released the blade, which Magnum Crusher D, using his foot, flipped upward into his hand. Then he brought the broad end of the sword down on Doran's back. With two swords, he had the evident upper hand.
The crowd grew louder with each of Magnum Crusher D's actions, until the point where they could get no louder. Magnum Crusher D alloted Doran to get to his feet. The loss of the sword had apparently angered him.
"That's mine, give it back!" Doran roared, charging at Magnum Crusher D.
"Okay, but only because you asked so nicely." Magnum Crusher D taunted, then threw the sword toward Doran, but several feet above him, beyond his reach. Doran held his shield up as the blade passed over his head and raced toward Magnum Crusher D. Using minimal agility, Magnum Crusher D bounded over his adversary and sprinted to catch the sword. It landed nimbly in his fingers, a perfect pass to himself. The crowd boomed, after dying down a bit. Magnum Crusher D was putting on a good show.
"How about, I lay it down here, and you put down your shield. Then we run in a circle. That way we both get something out of this? Hmm?" Magnum Crusher D suggested smugly.
"Whatever." Doran retorted, throwing the shield to the ground, "Throw down the sword."
Magnum Crusher D obliged, then raced in an arc toward the shield. He beat Doran to the shield before he could get even halfway to the sword. Their difference in speed was incredibly apparent, and feeling rather confident, Magnum Crusher D tossed the second shield near his original one, then darted off toward the sword he had set down. Doran had a substantial lead, of course, but Magnum Crusher D closed the gap without trouble. Just out of reach, they both lept to get it. Magnum Crusher D dropped low, performing another astute somersault, and managed to regain his footing as he emerged from the point of impact with the prize. With both weapons in hand, he pointed one at Doran with a sly smurk across his face.
"Well how about that." Magnum Crusher D said with a laugh, "I got both of them. Wierd huh?"
"You're really smug, twinkle toes. Maybe if you give me one of those swords, we can settle this like men."
"I'll do you one better." Magnum Crusher D said, throwing both swords toward Doran, so they would easily be catchable.
Doran managed to grab both the swords as the came his way, he then layed eyes on Magnum Crusher D.
"Now you're in for it."
"I beg to differ." Magnum Crusher D replied heartily.
"Yeah, we'll see."
Doran charged at Magnum Crusher D, swinging wildly. Magnum Crusher D ducked the first bundle of attacks, and spun around Doran. Delivering a punch to his back, Magnum Crusher D knocked Doran to the arena floor. He then raced off toward the two shields he had piled together.
Equipping the shields, Magnum Crusher D flipped around to face his opponent. Doran had recovered and was in a dead sprint headed for him. The shields were a tower shield, one slightly larger than the other, because they were administered based on Torso size. Magnum Crusher D's was smaller, and he wielded it in his left hand. As the two drew near, Magnum Crusher D dove over Doran's head. The instant he found himself in mid-air above Doran, he swung the shield at his head. Doran went down hard, face planting into the ground. Magnum Crusher D tossed the shields away and dashed to help the downed man up.
Magnum Crusher D had won by knock out, and Doran regained consciousness later on, and suffered only minor injuries. Magnum Crusher D hadn't meant to be so brutal, but accidents happened regularly in hand to hand combat. After his great performance, he was asked to meet with the owner of the whole circuit, in order to determine what was in store for Magnum Crusher D's future.
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"You're something special, kid. I haven't seen someone like you since.... Well, you get the idea. My name's Jack Jackson, I understand you call yourself Yami. Well, have a seat, Yami. I'd like to talk to you."
"Of course, it's nice to meet you."
"Ehh, save the brown nosing for later, after you dissappoint me. Anyway, I understand you took out our little pet-"
"You mean that insect I had to fight? That was hardly a pet, and that whole thing was mixup that nearly got me killed."
"Whatever. Look. You're talented. Among the, if not the very best we got here. I'd love for you to make your way to the top of the ranking, and even fight to become champion."
"Sounds like a plan. I'd love to fight more worthy opponents."
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... look kid, we got a policy around here. We have this fancy schmancy test that will let us know if you're ready for the real deal. The crowd love stupid crap like that, and I don't know, but we have all of our top fighters visit 'The Valley of the Warrior'."
"Sounds neat."
"'Neat.' What the hell am I talking to, a fucking mouseketeer? Look, you gotta go there and come back. That's it. We ain't interested in what yah do there, it's yer own business. Just go there, spend some time, then come back. Then we can get you in some real fights. Alright?"
"Sure thing, anything else."
"No, just get outta here. Now's the perfect time to get it done. You already fought today, and if you come back tomorrow, we'll be able to get you penciled in for a late fight. I'd get going if you want in on those spoils."
"Alright. I'll return on the morrow, sir."
Jack Jackson let out a deep sigh. Magnum Crusher D definitely enjoyed poking fun at others, especially when they know how good of a combatant he is. The conversation was nice, Jack seemed to have little care about Magnum Crusher D's way of doing things, as long as he made some money, it seemed anything was fine by him. A map had been drawn up for Magnum Crusher D, once he retrieved it, he set off in search of....
The Valley of the Warrior.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 23:54:21 GMT -5
-month 5 through 7, Year 2-
The desolate landscape trailed along in a seemingly endless path. The planet Earth's wildlife were certainly not friendly nor inviting. Magnum Crusher D could understand why traversing the landscape was considered a right of passage for the gladiators. He contemplated flying, but decided that he'd rather have the authentic experience as opposed to taking a short cut. Hindering himself built character, and Magnum Crusher D had earned himself a lot of character.
A large mountain created a line for him to follow. The path drawn on his map instructed him to follow along it, and eventually he would come across the valley he was searching for. He briskly jogged along, taking in the view of the landscape. Someone who wasn't experienced in combat might find this terrain impassable, simply because of the menacing feeling one received by walking by themselves.
Magnum Crusher D was making good time, and by what he could tell had not been traveling too long. As he passed a bulbous curve in the mountain, an oasis of sort was revealed. This was it, The Valley of the Warrior. The map had lead him to this spot, so it must be his destination.
The opening appeared to be, as previously describe, and oasis. Much similar to the ones on Earth, except the color of the shrubbery and such was purple, as opposed to the Earth greens. Magnum Crusher D couldn't help but smile as he came upon the wonderful encampment. After nothing but desolate, disheartening, and barren wastes, it was a sight for sore eyes.
Magnum Crusher D treaded across the grassy gnoll, and entered the seemingly tropical environment. Palm trees surrounded a small lake, and Magnum Crusher D sampled the water. It was unnaturally cold considering the climate of Earth. After a decent length walk, Magnum Crusher D decided he deserved a dip in the water. He proceeded to remove his tunic and spring into the water. A chill shot up his spine as he plunged beneath the surface, but dispersed as quickly as it had come upon him. He couldn't see to the bottom while floating at the top. He soaked his head, then emerged from the water.
Taking a deep breath, Magnum Crusher D allowed the water to wash down his head dripping off in multiple places. The chilly water had done him good, and he felt rejuvenated. The valley had seemed much less menacing than the idea that had been given to him beforehand. It had certainly not lived up to expectations.
When he felt sufficiently rested, his curiosity peaked and he decided to scout to the bottom of the pool. Magnum Crusher D took a gulp of breath, then dove down into the cool depths. The water was barely penetrable by Magnum Crusher D's sight. He couldn't see more than a foot or two in front of himself. The water seemed rather clear from the top, but differed as he got deeper.
A few moments passed, and after descending pretty far, Magnum Crusher D chose to return to the surface in order to catch his breath. The small pond seemed like it would be rather shallow, but no bottom could be reached by this alien. Magnum Crusher D proceeded to flip himself over and return to the surface.
Magnum Crusher D was under water much longer than he would have preferred, and he felt as if he should have reached the surface in the time he had set off to reach it. His lungs contracted as he reached a solid surface above himself. A layer of ice had formed over the top of him, while he was beneath the waters.
Panic set in as Magnum Crusher D punched at the ice. Several swings had torn away a bit of ice, but no light passed through the ice due to it's thickness. His mind racing, Magnum Crusher D pounded desperately at the ice. He was finally getting the dose of danger he had anticipated at the valley. Magnum Crusher D had not brought his sword with him, having left it on the ground with his chest piece.
Magnum Crusher D placed his feet against the ice and pushed off. Attempting the only tactic he could conjure, he turned about in the water as he distanced himself from the ice. With a sufficient amount of ki, Magnum Crusher D summoned forth a bright, white beam of energy, which he shot upward targeting the frosty covering of the lake.
Gasping for air, he emerged from the water, pulling himself onto the lush grass of the lake's outskirts. He coughed up many mouthful of water he had swallowed, and eventually laid back to recuperate. The run in with the deadly water had opened his eyes to the danger that existed in the valley. No wonder getting there had been so easy, it was to catch unwary adventurers off guard and take their lives. Luckily Magnum Crusher D had escaped the first trap without serious harm. He was much more alert now, and wouldn't fall for such a simplistic trap again.
Further inspection of the gorge revealed a cave along the expanses wall. He could see out of the oasis and into the deserted wilderness outside. Although the oasis seemed more inviting, Magnum Crusher D knew where he would rather be. Nevertheless, he had made the pledge to visit the valley, and interpreted that to mean he would need to explore the entirety of it.
In no time Magnum Crusher D stood outside of the cave. The entrance wasn't large, but big enough that he would be able to go through it. He couldn't see very far in because the cave veered off a few feet inside the hovel. Magnum Crusher D entered cautiously, watching his head for any stalegtites. Using minimal amounts of ki, Magnum Crusher D produced a light that allowed him to navigate, since the cave lacked a natural light sorce. He followed the cave's path until he reached a split. One direction a light could be seen, but the path again turned away from the entrance so he couldn't see what it's walls hid. Oppositely, the other pathway had a sound ringing from it's passage, but was rather dark. Magnum Crusher D shot a ball of ki into the pass, but it disappeared when it passed beyond the entrance. A strange dissuaded Magnum Crusher D from choosing the darker path, and he set off in the direction of the light. When he rounded the corner, an incredible, nearly-blinding light purged his vision. He averted his eyes quickly, and returned back to the passage that lead to the split. A daunting sight left him speechless as he rounded the corner.
The passage had been sealed off.
Who or whatever had created this place, had meant to taunt him by showing him escape was impossible. It's taunting was most certainly effective.
-to be continued-
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 23:55:57 GMT -5
-month 8-10 Year 2-
An incredibly loud boom could be heard by anyone remotely near the valley. An incredible beam of energy tore through the caverns which trapped the valiant hero. The sound of violent slashing rang through the echoing ravine. The ringing of the blade resounded throughout the cave, and possibly the surroundings landscape.
Magnum Crusher D raced through a mist of falling shards. His ki beam had tore through the blinding crystal with ease. Clearing more and more of the dazzling stones with each haphazard swing, Magnum Crusher D was making good work of the entirety of the cave. Rather than spelunk, he had taken it upon himself to get the hell out of there, and fast. As far as he was concerned, he had been trapped. Anything that dwelled within the caves was hence forth and enemy.
The tunnel that served as his prison was entirely populated with crystal. Upon inspection, namely his ki beam, he realized that the tunnel was a long, narrow passage. He hovered through the air, pressing forward whilst tearing the gems to shreds. A shower of small crystals followed behind him, other large pieces falling to the ground as he passed through. He didn't tire. He didn't relent. The mere act of entrapment had set him off.
The crystal continued to give way as Magnum Crusher D pushed deeper into the chasm. Finally, after many minutes of hacking and slashing, Magnum Crusher D's sword clanged against a crystal, one that seemed substantially stronger than the rest.
"A wall, eh?" Magnum Crusher D said with a laugh. His high-pitched voice had atone of cynicism in it. He took a step away from the wall.
After catching his breath, he brought his sword behind him, letting it dangle a bit. "We'll see about that!" he roared, swing the blade forward. As the blade reached the end of it's arc, a wave of ki shot from the edge and traveled the small distance to the wall. It passed through, leaving a significant hole in the base.
"Haha. How do you like that, you bastards." Magnum Crusher D said triumphantly. He was addressing no one in particular, just anyone whom it concerned that may be listening.
Magnum Crusher D squeezed through the hole, going in with his head first. On the other side, he found a small conclave, with a small podium in the center. On the podium rested a book, which was opened to a certain page. Judging by the layer of dust shrouding the page, it had been there for some time. Magnum Crusher D blew lightly, displacing the dust. Underneath he read the following inscription
Greeting brave warrior. To get here you must have made quite a trip. I hope you found this in good health. The lake was a trap set to weed out the unworthy. As for the crystals, I figured an adventurer who didn't have the power to break past them would just end their life. Evidence of this can be seen by the immense number of skeletons within the caverns. As sad as it is, few men will have what it takes to read this, and those who weren't worthy, were taken care of.
You weren't one of those men. Be it dumb luck, or possibly your raw talent, you managed to make it here. With your quick thinking, brute strength, and maybe a hail mary pass, you've succeeded.
Congratulations. Never forget a warrior's greatest weapon. The ability to think quick on your feet. Had you chosen the other cavern, a similar fate may have befallen you, though that is not certain.
At any rate, you've ventured the depths of the Valley of the Warrior, and you deserve a pat on the back. I wish you good adventuring. To leave the valley, simply close the book.
"A pat on the back? You've got to be shitting me." Magnum Crusher D growled, "I almost drowned, nearly got blinded, exhausted myself, and all I get is a pat on the back. Fuck that."
Magnum Crusher D angrily closed the book. Before he knew it, he was standing at the edge of the oasis that had confined him. He said nothing more on the subject, and simply returned to the coliseum.
While traveling, it dawned on him that he had not seen any skeleton's within the cavern. He eventually concluded that the others ordered to visit the place, had actually done nothing. Maybe visited the place, but stood outside. The dusty book was evidence of that. He decided to keep his adventure into the cavern to himself. If the rest of the gladiators weren't man enough to actually complete the task, he wouldn't want to intimidate them.
He reported in to Jack Jackson once he returned.
"Your back already? What did you get scared and come running back 'er somethin'?"
"No, I simply went there, ventured through the place, then left. Just like you asked."
"Most guys spend the night out there. Are you meaning to tell me- You know what, it don't matter. You went ahead and went there, it's all good. The crowd loves little bullcrap like that, yah know? Anyway, I gotcha on the roster. You'll be fighting tomorrow."
"Alright fine by me."
"Uhh, this guy," Jack said, grabbing a random passerby, "Will lead you to your room. Get a good night sleep, your gonna need it."
***The Next Day***
Magnum sat in the waiting room as the ring was being cleaned from the last fight, blood being washed off of the tiles as well as broken tiles being replaced. The fight previous was a hard one.
This gladiator building which was funded by the Snake School, Master Cobra collecting his cut of the profits from the martial artists, demi-humans, meta-humans, aliens and mutants fighting here for some extra money has seen it’s fair share of blood and terror and triumph that the sport represents.
The Triclops sat down, trying to control himself from being savage but was getting anxious. Soon the announcer called his name. “Yami! Your up! Your opponent is Gatius!”
Yami went into the ring and looked upon his opponent. He was big and fat, about 6 foot 1 and wide. The announcer yelled. “You may now begin!!”
Yami shot forward with a hard kick to his gut. As his right foot went into his gut, he gathered ki into the ball of his right foot and unleashed a weak kiai blast from the ball of his foot, which pushed the fat man back a few feet. As the fat fighter got pushed back by the invisible wave of energy and was staggering, Yami came low and started to kick at his feet. This caused the fat fighter to have problems regaining his balance.
Yami then thrusted both of his palms towards the torso of the fat fighter and discharged a moderately strong ki wave which exploded on contact with the fighter. He then shot back, getting to his feet, adopting a snake stance. His right hand formed into the snake’s head, his pointer and index fingers ready to pierce flesh as well as his left hand formed into the snake’s tail, his left hand prepared to pierce.
The fat fighter gathered a ball of energy infront of his two palms which were facing Yami and from the ball, discharged a beam of energy from the ball. Yami shot forward, using the snake’s tail which was his left hand to slap the ki beam away to a tile on the floor which cracked. He then used his right hand, the snake’s head to grab the fat fighter’s throat and used his left hand which was the snake’s tail to pierce the heart of the fat fighter.
Upon pulling his left handed snake’s tail from the fat fighter’s chest, he fell lifelessly to the ground, cracking tiles as he landed. The announcer smiled. “Winner by murderous means, Yami!!” The crowd cheered as Yami stood hard over his opponent.
Yami stood in the ring as everyone praised him, the mark of Wicca and Snake on his flex-ware armor. He then walked back to the waiting room where the announcer spoke to him. “That was a rookie, you have a real opponent to fight later.” Yami nodded and made his way to the waiting room to meditate.
***after awhile***
The announcer then spoke. “We’re going to finish up today’s fight with a whopper of a match. We have Yami of the snake school going against a druid of the poison clan! Both fighters! Come to the ring!”
Both fighters came to the ring and looked at each other, Dynammo knew that he’d have to try hard to beat him. The announcer smiled and shouted. “You may begin!!”
Upon giving the okay to begin, Yami then pushed energy from behind himself and shot forward at a decent speed with a drilling kick to the jaw. After He felt it connect, He retracted quickly and took his landing. The druid kamikazed after his, increasing his power level slightly before gripping his right wrist with his left hand and gathering power. A ball forming on the right palm which was flat and facing Yami..
The announcer roars “Yami Wolfbrother gets first hit! By means of a hard drilling boot to the face! It's a nice opener but will the druid prove too strong with his endurance?"
The druind was making the next move, after the drilling kick. Yami's scouter beeped and a readout was shown to Yami via his red scouter lense.
The druid of poison then fired his attack towards Yami who cupped his hands to his right hip and gathered a massive blue sphere of energy being cupped by his palms. He then thrusted his arms fully forward and with his palms flat, facing the attack that was launched by the druid.
The announcer then spoke again. "WOW, a demon type attack was launched, and Yami's using the second strongest turtle style wave: Super Kamehameha to counter it but it’s red and not blue? It this a variant of the turtle style wave? Will he be successful in his plan?"
The druid's attack hit Yami's super kamehameha and both clashed for power. Yami then yelled while launching his attack. Wicca-Ken!!! times two!! A ruby red aura came about his body as even more energy was being pumped through the super kamehameha. The super turtle style wave boosted by kaioken overtook the druids attack and ripped towards him.
The announcer was standing on edge. “Wicca-Ken Times Two! An attack that I’ve never hear of fokes. It's strengthening the super kamehameha! Its pushing back the attack, the druid doesn't have much left... It got through! it's closing in fast on the Druid!"
The Druid human yelled. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" and a wall of energy from his voice alone took the super kamehameha as it hit. The wave exploded and smoke appeared all about him.
"And the druid blocks it with a kiai shield!" The announcer roared. "What a match up with different styles and techniques. And for those people at home. Become professional or leave it to the professionals.
As the smoke cleared the druid shot out of it fast and engaged his in hand-to-hand combat. Aiming hits at his stomach and trying to knock Yami'a off balance by punching his shoulders. Yami would retaliate by blocking the ones to his stomach and moving his shoulders out of reach, until one of his hits connected with his right shoulder blade.
The announcer continues, "The druid is out of the cloud and on the offensive! Yami's blocking for his life out there. He's blocking his stomach and manuvering his shoulders.. OH! A hit nailed his right shoulder blade
Yami ducked down and by concentrating his ki into his leg muscles, sweep-kicked his legs out from under him which making him stumble down to the ground as He did a follow up with a ki wave at point blank to his upper torso which caused smoke to blow everywhere as the energy exploded.
The annoucer roared. "Yami goes low and sweep-kicked the Druid's legs out from under him! He's stumbling, NOW A KI WAVE AT POINT BLANK! THIS IS INSANE!!" The announcer hollared.
Yami put his ki into his speed and disapeared. He then rematerialized his form behind him, punching him in the back directly between his shoulder blade and spine with the speed of a machine gun.
The annoucer yelled. "Now Yami's invisible! Wait, he's behind the druid and is hitting targets on his back with the speed of a machine gun! What skill and speed Yami is showing us."
He smirked and watched him turn around, until Yami realized that his opponent’s power level had shot up by a few thousand. The druid breathed in slowly, collecting the faint heat in the air, and then released his own form of the honoo blast.
The annoucer spoke with a ill tone in his voice. "Looks like Yami's in trouble now, the druid is had done the technique honoo, hotdogs and marshmellows anyone?"
Taken by surprise, Yami gasped and jumped upwards, only to be followed by the combustion. He took a breath and cupped his hands to his right hip then thrusted them fully forward and launched a reddish energy wave to counter the honoo blast. The two blasts met and pushed back and forth. Yami knew he was going to have to use kaioken but he decided to let the weakness of honoo be the decider of the victor.
The annoucer then spoke. "Yami jumped into the air as the attack was being aimed at him. He's now preforming the trademark move of the Turtle school, Kamehameha. Wait a second, it’s a variation of the turtle style wave!. But will it be enough?" The announcer sees the beams clash and yells. "We got us a power struggle! The druid's flames against the turtle style wave...who will win?!"
He held the crusher style wave well and after awhile the druid coulden't maintain the honoo so it got weak and overtaken by the crusher style wave, causing the red wave of energy to hit his opponent. As the smoke cleared, he put up a barrier but fainted right after the smoke cleared and the barrier faded.
The annoucer then hollered. "The honoo technique is weakening! The turtle style wave is comming through like a freight train! It hit!!" The annoucer then sees smoke and can't say much but after the smoke is gone the annoucer shouts. "He's still alive! He put up a barrier, and...wait...he's fainted."
The druid of the poison clan can no longer comptete in this match, the victory goes to Yami!
The young human martial artist bows and then goes along his merry way.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2012 16:16:43 GMT -5
-month 10, weeks one and two, year two-
Rotating his arms several times in rapid succession, Dynammo kept his eyes closed.
Dynammo was not the fastest of the students in his grade level, but he was certainly amongst the strongest. His arms smashed the bullets that came his way, he would sometimes catch them with his fists, eyes closed the entire time. His hands moved like a blur despite his lack of speed, he was not a slouch. The other soldiers fired their weapons at Dynammo. His ears twitched with each movement of the hammer as it released a bullet into the air. That was Dynammo's sole cue to act. Several of the bullet casings were spent and and laying on the ground. They were rubber bullets, of course, but they were still deadly at long range. Dynammo already had several bruises on his muscular body. His chest moved up and down with each controlled breath he took. He was an incredibly massive individual, the bullets seemed to bounce right off his body. A few more rounds were fired off, and the instructor, a woman named Axis Druz, raised her hand in a fist. That was the signal to stop firing. It had been three days of intensive military regime training.
"Enough." Instructor Druz said calmly. She wore a proud expression on her face.
The soldiers stopped firing their weapons at almost the same exact time she ordered them to.
There was the sound of weapons reloading, and Dynammo's heavy breathing.
His eyes were still closed and he remained in his Assault Stance.
At the moment that the firing stopped, the blurring of his arms stopped at the same moment. Dynammo was like a machine. He had become one of the most intense soldiers in King Furry's army of that generation. His arms rotated around several more loops and then finally stopped in a relaxed position. Each of Dynammo's muscles twitched under the intensity of the moment he was experiencing. Not everybody could undergo the type of intense training he had undergone. Yet, he was still a Second Class Mercenary. He had not obtained any special rank within the mercenary organization, yet, he was already recognized as one of their deadliest weapons. Dynammo had joined the organization at the age of 15, looking like he was 20.. He had started late, and his interest in Earth's military grew from the moment he had arrived on Earth. Dynammo admired the soldiers of The Mercenary Organization and had dreamed of becoming a First Class Soldier. Dynammo's ki glowed about his person. It was a miraculous thing considering he had never had any formal Turtle Hermit School training. His training was pure military, and he was good at it. Dynammo opened his eyes only when Instructor Axis Druz walked up to his person. Dynammo did not back down in shame or nervousness at her approach. He did not shy away because of fear. He watched her as she placed two of her fingertips against his broad chest, and slid them across his person. Dynammo did not react in any visible way what so ever.
He simply looked at her.
"What do I do now, sir?" Dynammo asked.
"At ease, Soldier." She said plainly. "You have done well to complete this phase of training." Instructor Axis Druz said. "Not very many make it this far at all. You are the first of your class to do so." She had a pleased expression on her face.
Dynammo simply watched her, waiting for the next orders.
There was an almost detached quality to Dynammo's blue eyes.
At the same time, a ferocity and a intellect lurked there.
"What would you have me do now?" Dynammo asked hoping for some kind of an answer. He was not a patient person, but rather, was a man of action.
"Now..." There was a look of mischief in Instructor Axis Druz's eyes. "...Now you take the rest of the day off to recover your strength. I need you focused, Dynammo."
Instructor Axis Druz was one of the most dangerous Soldiers in The Mercenary Organization The Black Rain Mercenary Organization. She was a Soldier First Class. The only female of the mercenary organization to boast to such a standing. "You just completed an intense training session that few Soldiers ever complete. The next phase will be even more difficult."
Dynammo looked at Instructor Axis Druz and nodded. "I will be ready when you need me." Dynammo said carefully, speaking the truth.
"Very well, Mercenary Second Class, Magnum Crusher Dee." Instructor Axis Druz said. "You may stand down and take the rest of the day off, you have earned it. Tomorrow be ready to begin the final portion of your training and the most difficult challenge you have faced thus."
Dynammo finally relaxed and took a deep breath. He bowed curtly towards Instructor Axis Druz and then towards his gathered comrades. Then, he walked over towards the entrance of the training chamber, opened the doors, and left. Instructor Axis Druz remained behind and trained the rest of her soldiers through their various stages of training. Dynammo could hear the screaming of the intense training even as far down the hall as a few yards. Dynammo carefully made his way to his personal quarters. He was still half-naked but did not care. Once he entered the personal quarters that were standard issue, he slumped towards his bed. He only then noticed the intense pain in he was in. He'd managed to catch, repel, or outright block several of the hundreds of bullets that were fired at his body. However, a small percentage of the bullets had manage to cut through his defenses. These shells were powerful enough to cause severe bruises on The Mutant ‘Mercenary. Dynammo carefully inspected the bruises, none were too serious but they all hurt like hell. Already, he had obtained several scars during his training. He would let the bruises heal on their own and scar up on their own. A Mutant Mercenary wore his scars with pride.
As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was already asleep.
Dynammo awoke the next day with the sense that during the night, he had a terrible dream.
Touching his forehead slightly as he rose out of bed, he looked at the time. It read: 5:35 A.M. Perfect. Dynammo thought to himself and slid out of bed, he was skyclad. Dynammo always slept skyclad. As he got up, he got a stretch and yawned audibly trying to shake the grogginess off. It had been a long night, and a restful sleep. The events of the previous two weeks were fresh on his mind as he quickly got dressed. He was not a Human, he was Mercenary and Mercenary training was much more difficult. Even on Earth.
Dynammo had the potential to become one of Earth's mightiest Champions, he simply had to complete Basic Training in order to establish his place.
Once he was dressed, he turned and noticed the only other awoken presence in the dormitory staring right at him. It was the athletically built woman, Axis Druz. Dynammo knew her quite well, she was fair but tough. With a strong sense of justice and fiercely loyal to the soldiers under her command. Dynammo saluted to her, and stood up straight, at the ready. In response, he saw her nod a greeting in his general direction.
"Make your bed and get ready for today's training sessions." Dynammo heard her say and he responded quickly.
Dynammo always followed orders, without questioning them. He made his bed and was soon situated within the training chamber. A hologram room capable of generating whatever scenarios that the drill sergeants could dream up. Dynammo stood in the center of the chamber, his eyes looking up at the single section of the wall that signified the observation deck. He knew somewhere in that room would be his instructor along with several scientists. They were analyzing the raw data that Dynammo was able to produce in a short amount of time. It was nothing short of impressive.
A voice boomed in the training chamber.
"Begin Session 1." Dynammo did not recognize that voice.
A moment later, reality shifted to the programmed reality within the training chamber. Dynammo suddenly found himself standing in the middle of what appeared to be a tropical rain forest. The temperature had increased drastically and the air was quite sticky with humidity. There was no breeze and the sounds of the jungle were everywhere around him. Dynammo could communicate to the people in the observation deck with a basic short-range radio comm equipment. It came in the form of a head set. He also had a small, portable computer attached to his left forearm. Unlike his battle against the mysterious construct that attacked the base a few days prior, Dynammo wore a full Space Mercenary uniform with green jumper and white gloves & boots with armored chest plate.
It was black.
He also had black war paint etched on his face.
Dynammo could feel the moist earth beneath his boots as he walked forward and began his approach towards the target destination. This was a battle session, and he knew they would push him to his limits. Dynammo was analyzing data that was sent to his computer screen. He studied the information regarding his mission and what his actual objective was. Once he found out about the target, he did not flinch or show any hint of fear. He simply nodded and began to walk in the general direction of the target. Dynammo rarely hesitated, and rarely showed any emotion other than determination. It seemed like Mercenarys were bred to be the perfect weapon, an as such, Dynammo exemplified their race.
Dynammo was clenching his fists as he got closer to the target. He did not bother entering any type of stealth techniques. Dynammo was a Mercenary and they were a very direct people. Dynammo would be certain to use similar Mercenary tactics in the events that would unfold before him.
He crossed a bit of terrain and found the encampment he was looking for.
They were armed. The group wore the symbols and regalia of an army called The Red Ribbon Army. The information that was being fed was information on Power Level, Ki Output and several other critical data. The bulk of the terrorists in this group were low-level Warriors at best, and not very well trained. Dynammo did not have to worry about them. What he did have to worry about were the targets themselves. They were ranking Officers of The Red Ribbon Army. One was a man and the other was a woman named Platinum and Silver. They were in the center of the terrorist camp looking at read-out data from some unknown source.
Dynammo had already used his computer to hack into their short-range signals and was working on hacking their long-range comm signals. One Dynammo hacked it, he looked at the software interface on his computer and carefully observed the data he was downloading on his computer. It was sensitive Red Ribbon data, and he was certain to encrypt the files once they were stored in the safer location. The files were then sent back to Dynammo's superior officers for analysis.
Once that was done, Dynammo walked towards the camp, snapping his knuckles as he walked forward.
He could hear the words from his superior officers.
"Avoid direct contact, Mercenary Second Class, Dynammo!" He could hear them swearing in the background, but at that point, Dynammo simply turned off the communication equipment leaving only the forearm computer on. Dynammo activated a Powered Flight, hovering a few inches off of the ground and flew forward towards the central portion of the terrorist camp. He knew his superiors would not like that, but he did not care.
Immediately, the man, Platinum, looked up from what he was doing and turned towards Mercenary Second Class Dynammo.
"Who the fuck are you!?" Platinum asked.
Silver immediately saw the dog tags that Dynammo wore. "It's the three eyed Mercenary!" She yelled and immediately gathered a machine gun.
Platinum drew a fancy looking sword.
"So...the hour is upon us." Platinum said as Dynammo landed directly in front of him. Dynammo took a look at the woman for a moment and then took a look at Platinum. His eyes remained fixed on Platinum. "Who sent you?" Platinum asked.
Dynammo did not respond, but immediately engaged Platinum and Silver directly.
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Within the observation chamber, several scientists gathered information based on Dynammo's combat criteria and response time. Once the data was uploaded to the observation deck's computers, it was analyzed as well as the time it took for Dynammo to actually gather it. Several top military scientists were working on analytical information for the superior intelligence agency. The data itself was not as important as the efficiency that Dynammo used in actually getting the data. The main scientist was a man named Frank Reverend and looked over at the superior officer, Axis Druz.
"We should abort, he's shut off his radio equipment." The scientist was getting ready to shut down the training chamber's current looping interface.
"Wait." Axis Druz suddenly said. "Give him a chance, he'll provide the data you are looking for."
"But we can't have rogue Agents..." The scientist said trying to come up with some sort of a reasonable solution to the situation at hand.
"He is not a rogue." Axis Druz responded. "He will become one of the greatest Warriors this planet has ever seen. Proceed with this mission, and you are under direct orders not to abort unless I say so."
"But, Instructor Druz...Platinum and Silver software is our best Combat Software. We could loose Dynammo all together!"
"We won't." Axis Druz said. "Trust me. I have faith in him, you should too. He is ready. Let him handle the responsibility for going off-mission."
Hesitating, the scientist moved his hand away from The Abort command sequence and returned to the observational duty.
"Instructor Druz!" Came the excited voice of another scientist. "We have discovered an anomaly."
Axis Druz looked over towards the scientists and sighed. She got up from her relaxed position and walked over towards them. "Show me. Put it on screen."
They did so.
A few moments later the strange bit of code that was discovered was on the main viewing monitors. Axis Druz sighed when she realized what she was looking at.
"Who was responsible for reviewing the training chamber before this cycle started?" Axis Druz asked.
"That would be Dean Jones." One of the scientists responded. "The data is always carefully analyzed but there is a risk of this event happening."
"Abort the mission." Axis Druz suddenly said, she did not like what she was looking at. Somehow, the program had been weaponized and grew hostile.
The Command Line was uploaded into the interface.
Nothing happened.
"What the fuck?!" The scientist suddenly cursed. "Instructor Druz, we have a serious problem here."
"God damn it, I said abort the mission!" Druz said. She was clearly getting frustrated.
"I can't! The command line won't upload into the interface. In other words, the software is refusing to get shut off!" The scientist said. "It's self ware!"
"You mean to tell me..." Druz said. "...He's all alone in there?"
"I don't know what to tell you, Instructor Druz. But he was in danger the moment he stepped inside. There are security measures we can take to manually abort the program, but it will take time!"
"We don't have time. Begin the subroutines right away." Instructor Druz had seen enough. She started to leave the chamber.
"Instructor, where are you going!?" The scientist asked.
"One of my finest students is locked in there with a hostile program. I cannot allow this to continue. I'm gonna rescue Dynammo if I have to bust the doors in with my bare hands!" She was angry, when she was angry her soldiers knew not to mess with her. She moved towards the training chamber and walked with a purpose. She was determined to rescue her best student from a potentially horrible fate. A fate worse than death itself.
She knew what was at stake there...
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Dynammo noticed something odd almost the moment it began.
The communication display on his portable computer stopped flashing data, and he had no signal in his radio. He knew he had turned it off, but even with that, it should have had a short-range back up signal. It didn't the signal went off approximately five minutes after he had engaged Platinum in battle. He also noticed the mysterious light that swelled in Platinum's eyes that had a green hue to it. He did not know what any of it meant, but it was clearly not good for him.
Dynammo was unarmed but that did not matter.
He was a superior Warrior with Soldier training. Dynammo had taken several swings at Platinum's body with his large fist. Each time, the swings were evaded, but Dynammo did not give up. He did not hesitate, and most importantly, he showed no fear. Dynammo continuously evaded the sword slashes that were sent in his general direction. It was timed, almost like a dance and quite beautiful to look at. By that time, Dynammo knew he was surrounded by the soldiers of The Red Ribbon Army.
The grunts would pose no problem.
At least that's what Dynammo assumed.
He was now a part of a larger conspiracy.
Dynammo swung with a mighty strike to Platinum's head and the other ducked once again. Easily evading his strikes. By then, Dynammo was covered in sweat from the humidity in the tropical forest. Platinum paced around Dynammo, and Dynammo kept his eyes locked on The Warrior's form. Dynammo never once hesitated. He simply kept staring at the man and remained cold and uncaring. Though the truth was far from that.
"Well, isn't this something. Giving me the cold, silent treatment?" Platinum asked as he took another swipe at Dynammo with his sword. In reaction, Dynammo raised his leg and caught the top of the sword with the bottom of his boot. He pushed upward and propelled himself up so that he stood on the flat-side of Platinum's sword. He hovered there for a few moments, still staring at Platinum.
"You don't have honour." Dynammo suddenly said. "You don't deserve a Soldier..." "So, that's the honour of a Soldier, huh?" Platinum asked. "I've heard about it, but have never witnessed it myself. Not bad kid. But you should have taken my generous offer."
"No." Dynammo said, he remained in his floating position, standing atop the man's sword with ease. "It is you that needs to surrender. Soldier is alerted to your presence, even if you defeat me, there will be more coming like me." Dynammo said. "I will not be the first, and I certainly will not be the last. You will spend your days fearing The Shadow." Dynammo said elegantly.
Platinum smiled. "Perhaps." Platinum said, and then began to ready himself for combat. "But not before I take you out!" Platinum said, and moved is sword out from underneath Dynammo's feet. Dynammo remained in his floating position and looked down at Platinum. Dynammo watched as Platinum moved with great speed, for a Human, and began to elegantly strike with his sword towards Dynammo's person.
Dynammo did not flinch or hesitate. Right before Platinum began to attack, Dynammo raised his hand and focused some of his powerful Ki. The Mercenaries were a Warrior race turned for profit and bred for combat. Platinum would fall, Dynammo would see to it, even if it cost him his very life!
Dynammo narrowed his eyes as his opponent moved, he knew that Platinum, to his credit, was about to probably go all out to try and kill Dynammo. However, what Platinum did not know, was the true extent of a Mercenary's might. As Dynammo gathered his ki, the world seemed to slow down and that brought a smile to his face. He looked at Platinum as the other warrior attempted his sword strike.
Right at the apex of his foe's movement, Dynammo attempted his "interrupt."
Launching a straight line of energy towards Platinum's chest, the result was a plain piercing beam that Dynammo knew would devastate Platinum. He fired the beam weapon from his right hand, his fingers fanned outward, and he the light of the energy, a golden hue. When the beam connected, on mark, Dynammo smiled wider. There was a sickening smell of burnt flesh, something Dynammo was familiar with, and there was a sound similar to a drill tearing through stone. The beam cut a hole through Platinum's chest the size of a golf ball. He clutched at his chest as Dynammo watched, the expression on Dynammo's face was almost terrifying.
"H-how did you do that!?" Platinum asked, blood flowing down the side of his mouth. He fell to one knee, and dropped his sword. "Ugh, damn..." Immediately, Silver ran to his side and held him she looked up angrily towards Dynammo's person.
"I'll never forgive you!" Silver yelled.
Dynammo scowled. "You. You need to be running." Silver was not the objective, Platinum was. Silver could escape if she chose to. Dynammo landed on the ground after a moment and walked towards Platinum and Silver, at that point, he did a Full Power Up. His ki burst around his body, shining radiantly and proudly. He saw the fear in both of their eyes, and that made Dynammo's heart race. He could defeat them both and wouldn't think twice about it.
Then, Silver did something that Dynammo had not expected.
Using her own body as a shield, she moved in between Platinum and Dynammo's approaching form. That made Dynammo hesitate. What do I do now, she is not the target? Dynammo was on duty, and he had to fulfill the mission for Soldier. That was top priority. Fuck it I'll kill them both. Dynammo thought to himself even as she moved he began to channel the energy necessary to fire off a powerful Ki Wave in their general direction.
"You coward!" Was all that Dynammo heard Silver say before he launched the wave at them.
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A few moments later they were both dead and Dynammo was uploading the information from The Red Ribbon Army's laptops. They had not had time to wipe the hard drives which was careless on their behalf. Dynammo uploaded the information and sent it back to HQ. Once that was done, he was basically on his own. He knew he didn't have to go through the extremes he had just went through, but he was a Mercenary. Mercenarys were Warriors and it was what one did. Dynammo looked at the peons of The Red Ribbon Army, he had just then addressed them.
"Your move." Dynammo said carefully to them. There were about twenty gathered me and women. Suddenly, one of the soldiers walked towards Dynammo and did something quite unexpected.
"You keep what you kill." The soldier said, and knelt down towards Dynammo. Dynammo immediately understood it when all the soldiers bowed down to him a moment later. Dynammo was now the established leader of his own military faction. However, real or not real it was. He had accomplished a great deal on his own. It had dawned on him then that he could simply take the whole fucking thing over. However, he needed to plan, and carefully bide his time until that point. No Empire was built over night, and he needed to plan his. As he stood there, it had not dawned him to turn back on his comm gear. He had probably missed out on a shit-ton of orders and other necessary data from HQ. He sighed.
Looking to his troops, he watched them carefully as one approached. A woman. She took out some equipment to embed a symbol on Dynammo's firm chest. "Master." She said. "Remove your shirt for me, please. I am going to give you a gift." She said carefully.
Dynammo removed his shirt and she began to place a tattoo carefully on his body, of a five-pointed star surrounded by a circle.
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-month 10 week 4 and 5, Year Two-
Once the communication equipment was back online, Dynammo could hear the people from the observation deck talking. He was getting restless and they were simply talking about some sort of glitch in the training program that he had no knowledge of. Once Dynammo was ready, he saw on a makeshift throne, and talked back with HQ.
"Dynammo here." Dynammo said.
"Thank God you're okay, man. Where the hell were you?" A voice responded. It was likely one of the scientists calculating data from Dynammo.
"The situation is under control now. I uploaded the data from Red Ribbon's drives and send it to you." Dynammo said coldly.
"You did what!?" The scientist suddenly yelled. "You were explicitly ordered not to engage the enemy!" Then, there was another voice in the background.
"Stand down." The voice said. "Dynammo, we got your data. You acted on your own and did a wonderful job of extracting the information from the camp. We are attempting to abort the program now."
Dynammo did not like that last part. "What do you mean, attempting?" Dynammo asked.
"We aren't gonna lie to you, kid." The man said. "There is a glitch with the training rig now. We're doing work arounds to attempt to counter act the glitch. It has the security systems offline and has kept you locked in the training chamber. Instructor Druz is currently attempting to get you out of there..." The man said.
"I'm...trapped...!?" Dynammo asked. He sighed. "How long?" Dynammo asked.
"A few hours at least, but shouldn't be longer than that." The man said.
"Hours, huh?" Dynammo responded back. He smiled and looked at one of the women standing by him. "That should be enough time."
"Enough time to do what?" The man asked.
"I'm turning off radio communication for a while. Abort the program when you have the ability to. I will be waiting. Assuming there is no "threat" to my person." Dynammo said, and shut off his radio-comm equipment. There was a spark of hungry lust in his eyes. He looked at the woman carefully. "You there." He said. "Come here and get on your knees." She did as she was asked, he smiled and laughed.
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Sometime later, the program was aborted and the cold, steel chamber replaced it. Dynammo stood there with his arms folded across his chest, he was frustrated. Though he had a pretty good time with the women in his command, he still felt anger in his heart at the fact that he had just been pretty much left out to dry. He turned towards the chamber gate, and it was opened after much debate and discussion from outside. Dynammo had unbelievably good hearing and could hear the people arguing outside.
Dynammo had been made aware that they had lost control of the training program somehow.
He'd basically been trapped in there for a while.
When the gates finally opened, Dynammo saw Instructor Druz rush towards him, a look of genuine concern on her face.
"Thank God you're all right!" Axis Druz said.
"It was nothing." Dynammo said. "I managed to complete the training."
"I know. Riven told me." Druz said. "That's who told you about the situation at hand."
"First Class Riven Andrez?" Dynammo asked. She nodded. He was meeting more and more of Mercenary's top operatives. "Okay. Now explain to me why the hell I was trapped in here in an otherwise routine training session?" Dynammo asked.
She had a somber look on her face. "Someone tampered with the data." Was all she could say. "We don't know anything other than that."
"You have a traitor in your midst." Dynammo said carefully. Then, he sighed. "So what is next?" He asked. He was always on the go.
"You're ready for more?!" She asked, as if she somehow expected Dynammo to be tired.
"Oh please." Dynammo said. "That was barely a work out." Dynammo was getting impatient with The Mercenary regimen. They didn't have anything to offer him, and he was really considering simply taking command himself. He knew Druz intimately by then, not in any sexual way of course, but what she was capable of. What she didn't know is what Dynammo was capable of. Dynammo sighed. He was getting very, very impatient. "So that's it then?" Dynammo asked. He had to know for certain. "That's all that your military has to offer me?" Dynammo asked.
"We've never had someone like you in our ranks." Druz responded, she was at a loss, she could sense his frustration. "We are not ready. If you could just give us more time..." Druz said.
"Then what is the hold up? I am ready to be a First." Dynammo suddenly said. "You are not even prepared to engage with someone like me." He said carefully, his arms still folded across his chest.
Dynammo smiled when her eyes went wide at what he had said.
"That..." It suddenly dawned on her that Dynammo might actually be serious. "Return to your chambers for a while, I will discuss a matter with my superiors." Druz suddenly said.
Dynammo nodded. "Don't take too long, I am pondering simply just leaving and seeking out Kami or something corny like that." Dynammo said and stepped out of the training chamber. He was angry, but luckily, that sex he had just had in the training routine had helped calm his nerves. It had been several hours of sweet ass. He had liked that. And it had set in motion a series of events that would forever alter Dynammo. I can literally just take this shit over, and nobody could stop me. Dynammo thought to himself as he begrudgingly returned to his personal quarters to wait whilst the puny Humans deliberated over his "future". Dynammo made his own future. They had no say over it.
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• • • • • • • Re: ~Hot and Rad Youth.~ [Solo] by Magnum Crusher Dee on 8/21/2012, 3:51 pm Dynammo sat in deep meditation.
He was trying to calm his troubling thoughts of late, but he also knew that he was probably set on a certain determined path.
The Humans were weak.
I can just take things over. Dynammo came to that sudden, and harsh realization. They aren't strong enough to stop me. But I am not strong enough to take on Earth's mightiest Warriors...yet. I need power, I am still fairly weak. In order for me to properly conquer, I must grow strong. But if this is the path I am meant to be on, what will my Father think? Dynammo thought to himself as he thought about his Father. The old Mutated Triclops had been hurt in a battle and that had caused him and his family to flee to Earth. Sooner or later The Mutated Triclopss would come looking for his Father and his family to face proper: "justice". Dynammo had been waiting for hours whilst The Humans discussed his current status. Tch. They are taking too fucking long. How long can it take to discuss one Mercenary's future?! Dynammo slammed his fist agaisnt the bed.
He was growing impatient, anger and impatience seemed to be tied together in a knot. He slid out of his bed and got dressed, carefully planning his next move. He would hear The Humans out before he made his final decision about matters. Walking out of his personal quarters, he walked forward and saw a committee heading his way. Instructor Druz and Riven Andrez were at the head of the group, along with several other First Class. Many that he did not recognize and had never seen before.
Dynammo knew that look on Instructor Druz's face; it was determination. That usually meant that something bad was about to go down. Dynammo clenched his fists in anticipation and felt his knuckles popping. If they were here for violence, Dynammo would settle it. Then he would seize what was his. He folded his arms across his chest when the small group of Mercenarys made their way towards Dynammo. Dynammo did not waver or show any hint of fear. In fact, he wasn't actually afraid of them.
However, that did not mean that he did not respect them.
"Solder Third Class, Magnum Crusher Dee." Instructor Druz began, after all, she had always been Dynammo's handler.
Druz pulled out a large stack of folders, and tossed it at Dynammo's feet. "That is your entire history here with us at Mercenary. Since the moment you joined our ranks you have always excelled at everything you did or attempted. Rapidly becoming one of the most notable students that our Agency has ever been blessed to receive." Druz's face remained completely serious the entire time she spoke, Dynammo had expected that though. He would get no preferential treatment over any other Mercenary. "However, we have come to a conclusion." Druz said.
"And that is?" Dynammo asked.
"Mercenary Second Class, Magnum Crusher Dee." Druz began. "It has come to our conclusion that you are not ready to undertake The Final Trials as you currently are." Druz continued. "Furthermore, your training session will be reduced considerably until you have picked up the missing slack and made up for your improper attitude." Druz continued. "You are highly skilled, Magnum Crusher Dee, but you are holding your own self back. And your recent actions during the last training session leaves something to be desired. You are not fit to be a First." Druz finally said.
"By whose standards?" Dynammo suddenly asked.
"Come again?" Druz blinked having sincerely not expected that.
"I asked, by whose standards. I am the one who is attempting to better himself, I come into this "organization" expecting to improve my capacity. Not be held back by pencil pushing dickheads." Dynammo thought back to his home-world on Vegeta. Someone like him would have received accolades for his accomplishments, not be held back by scared pieces of shit. "Now I find out you're not even ready to help me advance." Dynammo suddenly started laughing. "Back home, at Vegeta, the lot of you would just be bitch-slapped all day long for holding back good Mercenarys." Dynammo suddenly made up his mind. He stopped laughing. "I have decided to sever ties with you."
"Dynammo, wait." Instructor Druz said. "This decision is for your own good..."
"You know nothing about what's good for me. I am tired of waiting, I am tired of being held back." Dynammo said. "You're not prepared to have a Mutated Triclops in your ranks. That much is clear to me now, I have tried and been patient long enough." Dynammo began to walk towards the group of flabbergasted First Class Mercenarys. He stopped when he stood next to Instructor Druz. "I have always respected you, Instructor Druz. I have held you in the utmost integrity until now. Now, I see what you are really about." Dynammo shrugged. "'Tis a pity. We would have made a fine couple in another life." Dynammo said that and never really knew where that part came from, but it came from somewhere. He liked the shocked look on Instructor Druz's face, it was almost like a slap to the face. Dynammo suddenly had Mercenary First Class Riven Andrez standing in front of him.
"Where do you think you are going, Mercenary?" Riven asked.
"You are no longer my Superior Officer. Get the fuck out of my way, I am only going to warn you once." Dynammo threatened, he looked at Riven.
Just as Dynammo saw that Riven was about to take an attack on him, Instructor Druz interrupted. "Riven." She said. "Stand down. Just let him go, okay? We already fucked up and cannot handle a Mercenary of his caliber. Let him go. We will discuss this matter later. As to where we went wrong." Druz then looked at Dynammo. "Dynammo." She said. "I hope someday you will return back to us and continue with your training." She said, almost pleading.
"I won't." Dynammo responded. "No more training can you offer me." Dynammo said carefully. "Instructor Druz, I hope your lot is ready the next time someone strong comes through your ranks and you don't fuck them as thoroughly as you have fucked me."
With that, Mercenary Second Class: Magnum Crusher Dee left and was now a mercenary first class of the Black Rain Mercenary Organization. He considered an alternative path that day, a path that was suggested by the fluked training scenario he had undergone earlier. The training programs were based upon real villains that were out there, somewhere in the world. It will be fun to fight someone strong for a change. Dynammo thought to himself and moved to seek out the true remnants of The Red Ribbon Army. Perhaps there, he would find a better home. He now left to go find his target, a saiyan hybrid of the past and a future ally
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-month 11, days 1-3 Year Two-
This time however, he was not in the Astral realm. This time he had crossed some line and went back in time hundreds of years. He was getting annoyed by all the transportation he was doing in this manner. He was used to choosing his own path, not having something make him go done some road. This, at least, would be a good road to power. Considering that, his annoyance level went down a great deal.
He now examined the area around them more closely. He couldn't feel a single living being around them for a good distance. However, he could see hundreds, maybe even thousands of human corpses around him. Each had a distinctive attire, being dressed and armored. One side appeared to be sporting some red cloth with symbols of their armies, while the other had white with the a different symbol. They also wore what appeared to be bronze armor on their chests, arms, some had helmets and other such combat gear. They also only sported spears, bows, or swords as weaponry.
This had obviously been the center of a major war sometime in the past. Probably at least two centuries ago, going from the armor and type of battle. This was a head on collision and each army had significant losses. Perhaps there wasn't even a winner, each fighting to nearly the last man. Dynammo loved this place. Death was everywhere, food laid on the ground in plentiful amounts. They were still fresh and if he so chose he could still gain quite a bit from them. It was then he noticed something distinctive and odd.
"Ryouji...there." he said simply and clearly. At least as clear as his strange voice could be. He was pointing to a 'path' in the exact direction they had come into existence looking towards. This 'path' was literally carved with human bodies.
Not a single member of the 'red' army could be seen among the trail of Death. Even if the colors had not given it away, the fact that each man had very brutal wounds that could not have been inflicted by a normal human. Arms, legs, heads, severed from the body in what could easily be discerned as a single swipe from a blade. The armor of many had been completely cut through, as if the bronze were mere paper to the opposing force that had rendered them asunder. Whatever it was, this made it clear it had great strength. The final thing that made this noticeable, were places of ground that had been burned and deformed by a powerful attack. Bodies charred and blackened by what was obviously ki powered attacks.
Their opponent most assuredly was at the end of this path of carnage. Dynammo was so intrigued, he began following this path with a good pace. He had ignored Ryouji for a good while during his almost trance like walk. He was obsessed with finding what laid at the end of this 'Rainbow' carved out of human remains. Soon Dynammo found himself at the top of a hill, a small valley below them and directly across stood another large hill. It was atop this hill that he saw what he could only assume was his target. His hunger was raging now. It did not help that he could suddenly feel the massive power he was going up against. It easily rivaled Broly's power, but it was different. It was most assuredly human as well...but what human had this much power?
Looking at him, several vital pieces of information could be gained. His general level of strength was proven by the corpses and his aura. The ruthless assault was obvious due to his sword he still held tightly in his hand. The blade had obviously been shattered much earlier in the battle from the force of this mans blows. However, he was unconsciously holding it together with his massive amount of ki. Even with that, if he swung it now, it would probably not survive the air resistance.
The man they were looking at could not be older than twenty, due to his very youthful appearance. He was covered in blood, but from what Dynammo could see none of it could be his own. He had no open wounds, no bruises, no broken bones. He had obvious places on his armor and clothing that showed he had to have taken damage at some point, but Dynammo disregarded this thought. Perhaps he had just been that much better than every other warrior that laid before them.
His target looked at them, his eyes focusing as they felt the massive pressure of his killing intent. Dynammo made no obvious visible changes to his demeanor but he steeled himself inside. This crushing intent easily rivaled Dynammo's own. The only other person to ever possess such a thing was Broly when he was raging about whatever that simpleton found annoying.
Even this man's pitch black hair was dyed with the blood of his enemies. Dynammo spoke clearly to his partner when he spoke. " This guy....is some kind of monster."The words sounding strange considering it was Dynammo that spoke them. It was just after this that their opponent addressed them.
"Have even demons come to try to kill me now? Can you at least give me a challenge unlike these boring soldiers? Before I kill you, you should know that your executions name. Franken." he said, as he slowly began walking towards them. It was omnious, and most fighters faced with this would most likely run in terror. However, Dynammo and Ryouji were not normal fighters. Dynammo was not experiencing fear, he was incredibly fight hungry. He was glad to have found such a meal and a challenge
. All of the Mutated Cells in Dynammo’s body urged him to fight this man, to kill and destroy him him.
The green combat skinned Triclops decided that perhaps, just maybe, this guy had some kind of ability to absorb energy. If that was the case then ki attacks of any sort would be useless. He would have to get physical to kill this man, which suited Dynammo just fine. After all, while there was a certain pleasure in seeing an attack of yours burn a hole through a vital organ...there was also massive pleasure to be had in feeling your fists breaking them. Feeling your claws rip and rake through flesh and muscle. In seeing just how awe inspiring your physical prowess could be in killing the shit out of someone.
Dynammo however, was not stupid enough to just charge in and attack outright without some kind of plan.. Time to be relentless, malicious, and to show extreme prejudice. It was time to have fun!
He charged forward in one massive kick off. He had augmented his muscles and tendons with large amounts of ki. This increased the muscles contraction speed and explosive power in massive proportions. The ground behind him being slightly deformed by the charge. Dynammo had timed this as best he could, waiting until his opponent blinked to do this. The reason being that against a creature with this much power, he could not take any chances. He had to get even the slightest bit of advantage he could in every move he made. The quickness of his charge and his exDynammoent timing meant he was half-way to him before the man even knew what was happening. Not that it mattered, apparently.
He came at him with a swift raking blow towards his right eye. Dynammo was found of this maneuver, as it often resulted in doing some kind of damage. That was, if it did not outright kill or maim his target. However, he would not get to finish it, not this time. Despite his speed and slight advantage, he would get a fist full of 'fuck you' as the man moved his head to the side just enough to dodge the attack. He also dropped the useless blade to the ground. It was not because it was useless, it was because his opponent was not using a weapon. A form of honor it seemed, but that wouldn't matter as the fist of this guy was enough to kill a normal person in one swing. His opponent shoved his fist right into the green monsters face, their arms passing just an inch away from each other. This rocked his vision to the side, everything becoming blurry for just an instant in time.
If it hadn't have been that Dynammo was not human, his jaw would have been shattered, and his neck broken from the force. Recovering at an inhuman pace, and using his massive experience, he countered quickly. Turning his while body to bring his left fist towards Franken's face. Dynammo could tell that a quick kill here would not be happening, and as such, he would have to get into his pace of wearing his opponent down until the right opportunity presented itself. Despite knowing his attacks could kill in a single blow, the human obviously did not count on that happening every time. At the same time that Dynammo was attacking, so was Franken.
The creation of Gero managed to get in the powerful left hook, rocking his opponents head to the side as spittle flew from his mouth. Dynammo however, took a powerful uppercut to his side. He was lifted off of the ground and pushed a few feet away from his opponent. The pain in his jaw and side were negligible considering he had been almost completely disintegrated in the past. He wasted no time in continuing his attack. He knew his punch, while not as strong as this man's, was still enough to stun him for just a moment.
Dynammo was no one to waste an opportunity like this, and as such he surged forward again. He had his right arm crossed over his chest and his hand behind his head. Franken looked towards him and once again threw a massive punch towards his head. Dynammo's experiences was showing full force now, as he knew this exact thing would happen. His head moved just a millimeter out of the way of the attack. He could feel the vacuum left behind due to this attack. That very well might have taken his head clean off. He then swung his arm the moment after it missed. He could feel his claws slashing through the bronze armor, as well as his opponents flesh. He had managed to land a blow. Even better, the bronze armor that was just barely protecting him, shattered to pieces from the quickness and force of the attack.
However, when Dynammo looked back, he could see exactly why this man hadn't been 'wounded' by the attacks. It was clear that the wound he had just inflicted was healing at an insane pace. He could see it re-connecting and sealing. In just a few moments the foot long three inch deep laceration he had placed across his opponent chest and abdomen was gone. Not even a scar. Blood trailed down his body from it, but besides that, there was no indication he had ever even been hit. Franken gave a small chuckle.
"You are not boring at all...this is amazing." he said, and a fire was lit in his eyes. Like his boredom was finally gone, like he could really enjoy himself now. He had just taken a lethal attack and shrugged it off. It took that much to really fire him up? This was probably a bad sign for the duo. That did not stop the fire in Dynammo's eyes either though. Not only had he found such an incredible challenge, a fulfilling and satisfying meal, he had found something he had never known of in the human race before. This human had to be peak of what humans could achieve. It was probably due to some amalgam of genetic mutations that had allowed for such a powerful healing factor. Dynammo now desired those mutation to be absorbed into his perfection. He would do almost anything to reach that new goal. He was a very determined monster.
Franken was obviously focused simply on Dynammo at the moment, and so Dynammo charged forward with a flurry of attack. Throwing punches at his gut, chest, and face. Anywhere to keep his opponent paying attention to him. He then charged a huge amount of energy into his right fist. Throwing it out towards his chest with the intention of firing off a powerful beam of ki the moment it came into contact with his target.
Dynammo then shot forward with a spinning roundhouse to Franklin as he was off balanced and nailed him with his heel into his right temple, KOing the Demon that he summoned to fight in the mental plane. Dynammo roared as his power rose slightly from the victory and he broke his meditation, now present in the cave he was training in.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2012 17:25:27 GMT -5
-month 11, week 2, year two-
Dynammo meditated in the cave, focusing his mind on the picture of a violet torch in an attempt to train his mind in the mental realm.
Before he could turn around to see the flame again, he was hit by some force and flung forward. It was a blunt force that seemed to impact the entire back side of his body all at once to drive him away. Despite this it was not a painful experience, just annoying. He was starting to hate magic already, go figure. Dynammo seemed to find a decent enough reason to hate most things though. That said he couldn't find a solid reason to despise magic yet, because it seemed useful. Something that as long as possessed, knew how to manipulate, or prevent he probably wouldn't mind it. He turned mid-flight and stopped himself gently on the ground with a slight tap and "shh" sound as his feet slid on the tile.
There was an obvious barrier around the torch, preventing him from doing anything about the violet flame he had been looking into only a moment ago. Before he could even think of trying to break said barrier, another Violet colored light shone next to him. He looked and could just barely make out the figure of a muscled creature before the fist slammed into his chest. He slide backwards several feet from the force of the blow, and now sported an open wound on his chest. The forceful punch had impacted him on the upper part of his right breast and forced the flesh against his ribs so strongly that it caused it to split. Green blood seemed to ooze down his chest,and abdomen before dripping off of him and onto the tile.
The droplets each sizzled as the acidic blood burned and melted the tile a bit. This was a trait that came from his Namekian blood. He sometimes wondered why his blood took those traits, but figured it was due to the machine that had nurtured him deciding it was more beneficial. The thing he was finding strange right now was that his wound was not healing nearly as fast as it should be, if it was healing at all. Normally a wound like this would seal itself and repair the muscle in a matter a minute tops. He quickly surmised that this was probably due to this not being a damage to the body but to his energy directly due to the realm they currently existed it.
The creature that had hit him looked to be a demon of some sort. It was covered with short fur that became a bit thicker on it's shoulders, forearms, shins and thighs. This was probably to help protect the creature from attacks, the fact that it's hands and feet were devoid of this but instead sported short and apparently sharp claws to aid in attacking and gripping onto an opponent. It's face was a strange mix of a bull and a human, sporting cow like ears, forward facing eyes, and two large horns that seemed very capable of goring a possible meal and defending itself. It was bipedal and the fur did nothing to hide it's very defined and bulked up muscle structure.
Dynammo found this creature to be a myriad of things. The look of it inspired both humor and disgust. He respected it's power, but hated the damn thing. It looked a bit like a cow, which alone aided in his disgust for the creature. If it moo'ed, he would not stop at simply killing it, but would instead attack it viciously and beat it to death. After that he would then, using ki attacks, vaporize it until not there was not even a sign of ash. He hated that sound with a thunderous burning passion.
Dynammo had used the simple strike he had taken to deduce a few things. Firstly, it was primarily a power-based opponent. It's punches where fast but he doubted heavily that it would be anywhere near being relatively the same speed with footwork or chasing. He would most assuredly not be just allowing this thing to hit him again. Despite Gero's creation not showing any real signs of physical pain, it did not mean that his open wound was not hurting like hell. He was just really good at sucking it up.
Dynammo rushed before the creature could get a second chance to attack. He knew he couldn't half-ass this opponent and expect to get away unscathed. He had not intention of holding back one bit of his strength, nor his killing intent. As he approached, the creature leaned down a bit, having been about as tall as Dynammo himself was. He could see a glow starting to emit from his demonic opponents mouth and easily sensed the growing energy. He was going to try to blow the green humanoid away with a powerful blast of ki from it's mouth. Like hell he was going to let that happen to him.
Dynammo flooded his muscles and tendons with ki once more, increasing their flexibility, contraction speed, and overall force. His gained a large boost in speed immediately and closed the gap before the attack could finish charging. He normally attacked with a slicing or piercing attack, but this time he had a much better idea. He clenched his right hand together into a powerful fist with his vice-like grip as he stepped forward with his right foot. This gave him the perfect foundation for his attack. He threw a mighty uppercut as he fused his arm muscles with ki as he had done his legs. He pushed up with his legs almost as if he was jumping, packing the maximum amount of force and momentum he could into this attack. The uppercut landed on the underside of his targets jaw, snapping it's mouth closed as the glow turned into a shinning light.
He had timed it perfectly, and as such achieved the desired result. Firstly, Dynammo heard a cracking sound as the teeth of demon slammed and pressed together. He could only assume that one or more teeth had shattered under the sudden and extreme force. This was not his goal, but it certainly was a pleasing sound. It sounded like pain. The real effect was that the energy had no where to go, and as the creature grunt in pain, the energy welled up inside enough to show a visible glow under it's chest, which had expanded suddenly. It was obviously burning it's masters insides as it could not escape. Suddenly it fizzled and smoke rose from the nostrils and mouth of the hairy opponent. It's eyes holding a dazed look as it felt the pain from being burned inside out.
This would not kill it, and certainly would not be enough for Dynammo. He was not one to leave something only half dead. With this in mind, the monstrous green entity grabbed onto each horn as he maneuvered behind it. He gripped the right horn with his left hand and reached around to grab the left with his right hand. The bull-like demon seemed as if it was going to fall tot he ground, but Dynammo held it up by it's horns in this strange looking way. He then pulled hard and quick on each horn with a slight angle.
The head of the enemy snapped to the right with it's left horn being higher due to the angle. The spine was snapped as it was twisted far too much and too hard. The snapping sound, the awkward angle, and the bone almost protruding from the left side of the neck confirmed it. It's neck was completely broken, the spinal cord should have been severed or twisted too much to function. The words 'should have been' being very key to this situation.
Dynammo let the creature fall to the tile under him with a satisfyingly limp thud. Dynammo looked at it for a moment as he contemplated absorbing it's mass into his own. While It was true that the dense and powerful muscle would probably make for a great meal, it was also true Dynammo found the creature too disgusting to eat. More over, even if that had not been the case, this thing was either purely magical or a demon, neither of which he really wanted to consume at the moment because he did not know what affect it would have.
He turned to walk to the flame, but immediately noticed two things. Firstly, the barrier was still up. Normally he would have assumed he would just have to break it anyways, but that this was not a normal situation. Even more so than obvious because out of the corner of his eye, he could see two things. The creatures chest was still rising and falling, indicating it was not dead. Worse yet, the right hand was slowly being raised. Gero's creation found this odd but not too surprising considering it was not a normal creature at all.
Dynammo quietly extended his right hand and index finger. He pointed it at the chest of the demon and said :
" An animal like you should know when to crawl off and die. I'll help you this one time." With it's deep raspy voice. The end of his finger starting to radiate with a purple energy. It was a very small area, but highly concentrated with ki. It was made to pierce, and even with this creatures thick fur it should be able to accomplish that. With a slight 'p-shoo' sound it launched and punched a nice round hole into it's left lung. Before it could even start smoking Dynammo launched two more. It then had three nice round smoking holes. Two more towards the left side of the body and being closer together and one by itself on the right side. He had burned a hole throw the creatures heart and lungs.
It let out it's final breath, but not through it's nostrils even though smoke still rose from the, the sound came from the holes in its chest with a slight gurgle from the blood that was already filling it's lungs and spilling out onto it's chest, sliding down to the tile. The eyes went blank as it stared up at the ceiling above them. What a terrible place to die, Dynammo thought. He decided any place was good enough for vermin. He turned and walked away, callously leaving the body bleeding on the floor with it's blank eyes open. He walked to the short pillar that housed the flame and put it out with his hand. He felt no burning sensation, but instantly could feel the rest of the world the way he normally did.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2012 17:29:07 GMT -5
-month 11, week 3, year two-
Dynammo turned away from the flame, feeling only one presence in existence. He paid this no mind, as he had established in his extinguishing of the last flame that this would happen. However, he was surprised to see something that looked...like a child. In the last 'area' he had fought a bull-like demon with a monstrous appearance...so what the hell was this? Did they think he wouldn't kill children? Or perhaps this was to see if he WOULD kill children and that would be reason not to train him. He now found a dilemma on his hands. How the hell did he solve this 'challenge' he was presented with?
He simply stared at the small creature in front of him. He had no clue what he was supposed to do. Was he suppose to be nice? Offer the child assistance? It was human, he hated humans. More so he hated human children. They gave him little food, no challenge, or even tried to befriend him. He had no clue how some children could be so dimwitted as to approach him, but whatever. It made slaughtering them all the easier. Now he was having to fight the urge to kill something...that seemed to be a very prevalent trait along this trip he was on. He was mentally gritting his teeth as he spoke,mostly because he had no teeth to grit otherwise.
"Are...you...lost? He said, sounding strange. He was tried to not sound like the mass murdering monster he was. That was of course impossible as his voice always sounded pretty much menacing. Upon being acknowledged, the child began wailing and crying in the most terrible manner it could. It sounded as if it was tortured. Dynammo was not sure if he should be pleased that his voice had induced what appeared to be a psychotic breakdown from intense torture, or displeased that he might have already failed his 'test'. He didn't have much time to contemplate this though, as the creature suddenly attacked. It's mouth stretching to four times it's original size, showing several sharp teeth as it lunged forward.
Before Dynammo could react, he had lost a large chunk of his abdomen. This would normally be a mortal wound, but not to him. He was not human after all, and could deal with having extreme organ damage rather easily in comparison. That did not mean that it didn't Fucking hurt. He had maneuvered away from the creature quickly before it turned and could resume attacking. It had swallowed part of him whole, no chewing involved. This was a bit strange, as Dynammo was used to eating people, not being eaten by something like resembled a malnutritioned child.
"I am so glad I get to fucking kill you" And he was as he and the creature bolted towards each other. Dynammo was not to be outdone by anyone, and damn sure not this thing. If this thing thought it was monstrous, it had no idea what it was trying to fuck with. It would learn quickly enough. Dynammo made the first attack like the predator he was.
He swung his clawed left hand outwards, and felt it rip into the flesh of the creature. He had moved past it quickly enough to avoid the powerful strike it had aimed for his face. He could feel the vacuum left behind as it passed, tugging on him slightly. He had taken out a good chunk of it's stomach. He turned quickly to follow this up, but found that he was not fast enough. If he hadn't turned, he would have lost half of his head. Instead he lost another chunk of his torso as the sharp teeth ripped through his shoulder, spraying more of his acidic blood along the stone floors around him. He had no idea how this thing could death with his blood so easily. That's when he noticed that it wasn't.
Blood dripped from the lower jaw and spilled in pints from it's stomach. Besides the chunk he had taken out with his claws, the creature's stomach was oozing blood from where it's stomach should be. His acidic blood had eaten through and pints of blood spilled. It's lower lip having been burned off with a good portion of the flesh surrounding the lower jaw. The creature showed no signs of pain, and it's bone structure showed no signs of being degraded. It also showed no signs of intelligence as it continued attacking, not even considering it's own wounds.
It came in again, hard and fast. Dynammo had to test something before he could decide his next real course of action. He planted his feet firmly on the ground as he took a purely defensive stance. He hadn't done that in quiet some time, but sometimes the best offense was a glorious defense. Dynammo had such a defense. He moved not a single inch as the child-looking creature attacked. It lunged forward, teeth coming in to take away another chunk of him. At this point his left arm was useless due to the chunk missing from his shoulder, the fact that he could move it at all said a great deal about his endurance.
Still, his left foot was forward,so that he could put more force into his right side. Once it was in range, he performed a simple but perfectly executed punch. He rotated his hips, bringing his fist in directly forward as his put his body weight and all into it. The force would be enough to severely dent a foot of steel, and it did more than stop the attacking creature. It flew backwards several feet before stopping for only a moment. Blood had stopped pouring from the damaged areas of the body. It had actually bled out, but it was not dead. Dynammo could tell from the impact that he had not broken the creatures bones. They seemed to be impervious to kinetic damage or slicing.
He thought to himself " It obviously doesn't need anything but it's bones to move and attack, meaning I have only one option. Disgusting." He thought as it came in for another attack. Dynammo was prepared, and ready to kill this disgusting creature. It at least was not as bad as most humans though. He had to be careful, as he only had one chance, and if he failed it would probably mean his death. That meant he would not be dieing, as he would not be failing.
His hand lunged forward, sliding just under the creatures massive maw and piercing into it's neck. The tip hit the impervious bone structure and Dynammo was pressed backwards, his claws grinding on the ground as his feet skidded backwards. He maintained his position, and quickly the creature began to disappear into his tail. Soon, even the bone structure was gone. Dynammo could feel his injuries fading away as he absorbed the spiritual being, hearing a scream in his mind. Sometimes, the will of these spiritual creatures he dominated and possessed maintained for a short time. This thing for a mere moment inspired pure rage in him, but his mind quickly subdued it. Soon there was no trace of the damage done to his body besides the blood on the ground from his and his opponents wounds. His arm was back to perfection and so was his abdomen. He turned and gazed into the light from the flickering flame for a moment. It extinguished itself as he gave a slight chuckle.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2012 17:37:48 GMT -5
-Year 2, month 12-
In a world that is different then this one, yet similar in so many ways, a Mutated Triclops Mercenary had once trained. Learning various forms of martial combat, he learned how to defend the land and his people, for one day he would become a protector of the Realm and a possible King, so for him education and training was his daily regime, at least when he was not busy sneaking out into town to have some fun.
Reflecting back on those times, Dynammo remembered that when he was training he often had to travel high into the mountains to see the Masters of sword art. It was a form of combat that came naturally to him, and one that he enjoyed immensely.
Smiling, Dynammo remembered holding a sword for the first time barely able to hold the heavy blade with both hands. He had swung the blade, nearly slicing the ear off of another pupil in training, he had not been meant to be holding a real blade of course, but had sneaked one from the equipment room.
“They could not have expected a Mutated Triclops Mercenary to train with a wooden sword could they?” Dynammo chuckled at the memory, even though he had nearly hurt someone he had learned an important lesson that day.
He could remember the Master's words, as if they were being spoken to him right that moment, “You can never truly master the blade, for it's sharp edge is a danger to any who touch it. Even in accident a sword can cause death, so when drawn you must be ever vigilant.”
Dynammo had been a carefree youth back in those days, not thinking seriously about many topics of conversation other then going out and playing games with the townsfolk. The topic of handling swords with the utmost of care had captivated him for some reason. Maybe it had been the ever present danger of handling a sword, since it required him to focus all of his energies when handling a sword it was easy for him to enjoy practicing for long periods of time; most things bored him easily.
As he begun his training, day by day he began to realize just how serious combat could be. Having never had reason to take a life before, he had to learn that by choosing to fight with the sword you had to be careful of your every movement when your sword was not sheathed.
For practice all of the students were forced to walk around with real swords unsheathed, in a small room with the rest of the students, forcing them to be mindful of everything they did, and each time they nicked a fellow student they were sent off run up the 'stairs of punishment'.
“And those stairs were very very punishing,” Dynammo shook his head at the memory, as him and every other student had spent many hours running up and down those stairs, sweat running freely all over their bodies, drenching their clothes so that they smelt worse then foulest pig sty.
It was strenuous punishment, yet it taught each student to be careful, though no one was every seriously injured by a moment of carelessness during training, there had been numerous minor injuries throughout the course of their training, and only the most grueling of punishments would serve the purpose of reminding the students just how important it was to be constantly aware.
“Not to mention it was great endurance training,” Dynammo smiled, remembering just how tired he had been after each run up the 'stairs of punishment', but by the end of his training he could run for a few hundred miles without breaking a sweat.
“I wonder what the Masters and other students are doing now?” Dynammo wondered in the recesses of his own mind, he was lying on the ground a fair distance from the Master Crane's hut, hands tucked behind his head, enjoying the calm and refreshing air that flowed through his hair.
“Only in the mountains can you ever find air like this,” the Mutated Triclops Mercenary sighed, the memories of his past being all the more vivid due to the similar feel of the air.
Those had been the early days of Dynammo's training with a sword, perfecting his handling of the blade, his awareness when it was drawn, and working off his punishment every time he had made a mistake, the memories brought a sense of nostalgia to him, making him miss his home.
“Best not to think too much about home,” he sighed, as much as he wanted to remember the good times he had back home, he still had no foreseeable way to return yet.
“I do have one way to forget home, one way to focus my energy,” smiling Dynammo energetically jumped to his feet, growing excited. “Time to practice with my blade!”
A short time after he had found himself free of the lab he had awoken in, he had stumbled across a market selling used goods, though it was against this better judgment to buy a used weapon, it was all he could afford at the time. So he had ended up buying a used, but still usable sword from a vendor in a random villages market place, now it was time to put that sword to use.
Reaching out with his right hand, he wrapped his fingers firmly around the hilt of his sword, having put it down to rest on the ground next to him. It was still in it's sheath to protect it from the wet grass that he had been lying in. Standing, he felt his clothes cling to his body, damp from the moisture that tended to collect in the mountain grass.
Ignoring the feeling, he focused on carefully buckling his sword to his belt, so that it would not fall off during his practice, resulting in his own injury. With skilled movements, that came from hours of practice he buckled the sword to his belt, making sure all of the necessary straps were tight and in no danger of loosening.
Looking around, Dynammo studied his surroundings, taking note just how close each trees was to him. He studied the way each branch swayed in the wind, how the leaves fluttered about when a particularly strong gust of wind disturbed their rest. His left hand wandered to the hilt of his sheathed sword, fingers gingerly wrapping around it's worn leather, gentle like a lovers caress.
A storm of leaves blew up around him as a particularly powerful blast of wind whipped through the forest, creating a small vortex of leaves with him at the center. Focusing his mind, he didn't allow himself to become distracted by the many leaves that brushed up against his skin, focusing instead on one particular leaf that was swirling around him. Keeping his eyes locked on that one leaf, he turn his body to match the movements of the flying leaf.
“And now!”, Dynammo thought in his mind, seeing the perfect moment to unleash his sword from it's sheath, the shining steel of his sword slicing easily through the air towards the leaf, the edge of his blade getting ever closer to it's target, only to miss as a sudden gust of wind carried the leaf up and away from him.
“Bloody stars!” He cursed the moment he knew sword attack missed, having concentrated too much on not being distracted by what was around, he had not been flexible enough to predict any outside change s to the leafs movements.
Forcing the frustration from his mind, he gritted his teeth tightly, still feeling irritated no matter how much he tried to suppress it. With a hand that shook ever so slightly, he sheathed his sword, again trying to clear his mind of the many distractions that assaulted him. The wind as silent as a gliding ghost, roared loudly in his ears, the many leaves that were fluttering throughout the forest, skimmed the surface of his skin, each one feeling like a cold block of ice pressed hard on his skin.
“Bloody stars and extinguished suns!” Dynammo yelled, his voice carrying out into the forest only to be absorbed into it's thick leafy boughs. The more he tried to focus his mental awareness on one thing, the more his other senses became amplified, the more he felt the world around him, and the more he became distracted when trying to perfect his move.
“Bloody stars,” he mumbled again, kicking a pile of dirt and leaves in front of him out of frustration. “How did the Masters become so good?”
With a sigh, he sat himself down on a cushion of air his innate ability to fly activating the moment he willed it, after all a Mutated Triclops Mercenary shouldn't willingly sit on a dirty ground, he still had some of his royal dignity left.
Crossing his legs, he rested his hands into his lap, inter winding his fingers together just like he had been taught by many of his Masters. Closing his eyes, he allowed his mind to drift, not focusing on his environment at all, so that he could become lost in the realm of dreams, and perhaps he might be able to walk down memory lane.
Time passed as Dynammo held his pose, his mind drifting through farther and farther away from the physical realm, and though he was not aware of how much time had passed, the sun itself had moved high into the sky, and was just now setting behind a mountain range far off into the distance. Had it been seconds, minutes or hours?
A memory began to form in his mind, first appearing as cloudy smoke, very hazy in detail. Yet as his mind wandered farther and farther from the realm of the physical, and into the realm of the mental, the image began to get clearer, crisper, until eventually the Mutated Triclops Mercenary could see every detail.
First, the mountain in which the Sword Monastery dwelt began to take shape, an open clearing further up the mountain being the location that this particular memory focused on. A group of hazy figures began to take shape, showing a scene of a group of students dressed in plain gray robes standing around another figure, one who was older, taller, and much more muscular, dressed in similar gray robes, it was man, with long flowing black hair, a plain sword of no particular decoration was gripped in his hand.
The man, who Dynammo remembered as one of his sword instructors, was currently standing still holding the sword in one hand, having just recently demonstrated a technique to everyone on the mountain top. A small bead of sweat was running down his chest, having begun at his forehead, running it's course across around his nose, moving around the outsides of his lips, down his chin, neck before making it's way to his chest.
The sword instructor, whom Dynammo could not remember the name of at that moment, looked at his pupils, his eyes tight with concentration. Looking around, he made sure that comprehension had dawned on all of their faces, ensuring that they understood what had just happened.
“When you become as skilled as I, you will be able to do this technique as I have just demonstrated. This technique requires you to be intensely aware of your surroundings however, just like your first lessons, if you become careless you can hurt someone, an ally or a loved one rather then your intended enemy,” the nameless sword instructor paused once again looking around at the nodding heads of his students to ensure his words were sinking in.
“Yes Master,” came the unison response of the students all around him, most of them understanding completely, others not as much but still grasping the general concept that was trying to be explained to them.
It seemed that his mind had skipped over the actual demonstration of the technique that he was trying to Master, instead bringing him to the point after the demonstration. Yet that did not mean he had not learned something valuable, in fact it was probably the most valuable thing he could have learned, he just needed to figure out what it meant.
The memory continued on, though it was mostly things that had nothing to do with the technique he was mastering, the crowd of students having dispersed to go about doing their daily duties of maintaining the Sword Monastery, giving them time to let their lesson sink in so that perhaps the day next they would be able to better utilize the information they were just taught.
Gradually the memory began to fade, the details starting to become blurry as his mind wandered back towards the physical realm once more. What was once sharp details became more and more blurry, until eventually it was like he was trying to stare through a fog, and then even that faded to blackness..
Dynammo's eyes fluttered open, the sound of a bird singing nearby bringing him back to awareness. Soft rays of light had began to pierce through the deep tangle of forest, clearing away the darkness that had taken over in it's absence. Little droplets of water coated the entire forest, including Dynammo himself, his hair had become damp from the moisture that had collect there during his period of stillness.
“Morning?” he muttered, a bit confused by what happened, he had not intended to enter a meditative trance for so long.
Yet, the memory that he had seen stood out in his mind, the details, and words of the sword master standing out in his mind as if he just gone through the lesson now. This had never happened to him before, he had never gone to 'sleep', and experienced such a vivid dream of his memories, and never before had he been able to remember it so clearly upon awaking.
“This.. this is new,” Dynammo thought, a bit dismayed as he had never heard his Father, Masters or anyone ever talking about experiencing such a thing.
“How much is this new realm changing me?” the Mutated Triclops Mercenary pondered, staring up into the heavens he glided his hands through his long white hair, smoothing out his tresses, and picking out the leaves and twigs that had found a home there.
“I stink, I must look and smell just like a peasant right now, now I really am letting this new realm ruin me if I'm letting it affect my royal dignity,” Dynammo's nose wrinkled at his own smell, his shoulders slumping at the hopelessness of his situation. “I could use a bath right now,”.
His mind flashed back to the Royal Place, where they had baths made from the finest shaped materials, baths that had been crafted from fine marble, shaped and reinforced with just the right magic touch to keep the bath waters warm for long periods of time. He could almost feel the warm waters soaking into his skin, washing away the knots in his muscles, and the dirt from his body. The scent of jasmine and vanilla, would drift into his nostrils as the servants burned incense to mask the smell of sweet and dirt.
A sly smile appeared on his lips, as another related memory surfaced to the front of his mind. One of a particularly attractive maid, who he liked to see blush by getting up out of the water fully naked right in front of her.
His smile broadened as he remembered her shy beauty, she had kept her hair short and blonde like the color of citrine quartz, her eyes were the color of blue aquamarine, shining brilliantly in the light. Her body had been thin giving her a waif like look, but her true beauty shone in her personality. Never one to say an unkind word, she spoke to everyone in kindness, and even treated the Mutated Triclops Mercenary with respect where other servants would look at him with a foul look, upset that he had not taken his royal duties more seriously. She was an innocent being though, one who would blush at the site of her Mutated Triclops Mercenary fully naked, even though it was her duty to robe him after his bath.
“She was such a beauty, like a tulip. Fragile yet beautiful.” he murmured a smile on his face.
He remembered the first time he had done that, acting out of impulse, curious as to how the new maid would react. Standing up from the warm bath water, he let his pride hang freely for her to take in, and for the first few moments she stood there shocked unable to move. It was probably a full minute before she was conscious enough to move again, and when she did her face went bright crimson like the rubies forged by the royal smiths.
Her creations had always cheered him up, no matter what kind of mood he had been in. Though he had never told her just how fond of her he had been, and what she meant to him.
“Life is full of regrets I guess,” he frowned, feeling regretful that he had not approached her to express his feelings, after all he had plenty of chances to do so.
“Whenever my parents, siblings, or servants made me feel bad for not living up to my 'Mutated Triclops Mercenaryly duties', she was always there. Treating me kindly. DAMN THEM! Why did they have to treat me that way anyway!? It's not like I was ever going to rule, I just wanted to be free to do as I wish!” He shouted into the forest, his blood boiling as he thought about his life back home.
“Why do they even have to ruin my fond memories of HER,” he continued to fume, not realizing that it was not his relatives that were spoiling his memories, but his own attitude. It is not easy for the young, and inexperienced to take responsibility for their own actions after all.
“WHY WHY WHY!” the Mutated Triclops Mercenary roared in the forest, throwing a fit like a young child. Unknown to him, a small black aura had appeared around his body, little crackles of black lighting flaring up from moment to moment.
The grass around him began to wilt, the strange aura that had appeared around him sapping their life away. The animals in the forest began to run away from the presence that had just suddenly appeared among them. Even the predators gave the strange man screaming wildly, a wide birth, their natural instincts telling them that there was something strange possessing him.
And in fact there was something trying to posses him, the black aura that was surrounding him was the energy manifestation of a demonic prescience trying to take over, and Dynammo's own magical nature fighting back.
Drawing his sword, Dynammo began to wildly swing it around in the forest, while also dancing around like a mad man would. Swaying left and right, bending at odd times, and seemingly impossible angles as if his body had perfect flexibility, almost bending in half.
“Heh heh ha ha!” the Mutated Triclops Mercenary cackled as he dance around the forest, hacking up trees and leaves all around him.
As time wore on, the black aura thickened around the Mutated Triclops Mercenary, the crackles of black lightening becoming more and more frequent, and eventually Dynammo's irises completely disappeared.
“Why were they always so hard on me? Why did they treat me like I was a failure?” Dynammo thought, his mind wild with pain and anger, though he thought he was speaking out loud right now. His emotions had begun to cloud his mind, and he was losing touch with his physical body, as the strange presence begun to take a firmer grip on his mind.
“Heh heh,” the dancing Mutated Triclops Mercenary laugh again, this time as he cut a tree clean in half with one swipe of his sword, a strange wave of force emitting from his edge of his blade with each strike.
Then the whispers began... “They were never good enough for you Dynammo, they never cared about you, and they most certainly never valued your skills,” it was a strange voice that invaded his mind, one that was feminine he decided, soft and wistful.
“That's right, I was going to become a powerful warrior and roam the country side protecting the citizens of our kingdom! I mean they were pretty dirty, but if I wasn't going to rule the kingdom then I should at least protect the people important to me!” Dynammo replied to the feminine voice, agreeing with her statements. “Why would I have to waste my time learning politics if I was never going to use them?”
“That's right Dynammo, my sweet sweet Mutated Triclops Mercenary,” the image of the the sweet and innocent maid that he liked to embarrass formed in front of his eyes. Though it was all in his head, it still felt very real to him. He could feel the warmth of her eyes upon him, the gentleness of her smile brought confidence to him. For a moment he forgot all about his family.
“You have always been too good to me,” he smiled at the maiden, thinking that for the time being he was back home, speaking with her. “You make me feel valuable, like I have some worth. That my ideals were worth pursuing.”
Back in the forest clearing, the Mutated Triclops Mercenary had finished cutting up most of the clearing, leaving a pile of collapsed trees all around him.
“Heh heh!” the maniacal Mutated Triclops Mercenary laughed once again, he tilted his head to the side as if listening carefully to something. “Are you there, why are you hiding Mr. Bear?”
Hundreds of yards away from him, a bear was running away from the clearing, having been rudely awakened from it's slumber by Dynammo's mad dance. The sudden movement drew the Mutated Triclops Mercenary's eye to it, his enhanced vision capable of seeing the animal as plain as day through the thick foliage, tracking it like a sniper might.
Flying off like a bullet fire from a sniper rile, the Mad Mutated Triclops Mercenary flew straight through the trees, narrowly squeezing through trees, but it did not slow his pace once, moving at a neck break speed as he chased the bear.
Back in his mind... Dynammo was smiling softly at the maiden, about to tell her how he felt. About the pounding emotions that warmed his mind when he thought of her. He did not want another moment to go by without him being able to express himself to her, he would not pass up another opportunity to forge their relationship into something more then that of Master and servant.
“I...,” he began, unsure of what to say.
“Don't speak my Mutated Triclops Mercenary,” she smiled at him, holding a finger to his lips to silence him. “Let us not spoil the mood right now?” her smile darkened ever so slightly, turning a kind of sly half-smile, a lusty smile that promised something pleasurable.
“Wait... why?” confused at her sudden chance in attitude, the Mutated Triclops Mercenary moved her fingers form his lips. “Your not her.. who are you?” doubt filled his mind at that moment, and the maiden's image began to become fuzzy, the sensation of something dark and sinister insulated his senses.
“What are you?” Dynammo questioned, seeing red glowing eyes where there had once been soft blue ones. He could see the slight tips of horns sticking out from her head.
It was then he realized that, all of this was occurring in his mind, as he became aware that he was no longer in the forest, and was instead surrounded by an endless darkness.
“I don't know what you are, but RELEASE ME!” Dynammo cried out, in response his spiritual energy gushed forth form his body, wiping away the demonic figure he saw before him, the last thing he saw was that half-smile looking back at him.
“Wha..?” Dynammo was staring at a bear, one that was unconscious. His sword was in his hand, raised up the unmoving bear, and he had just been in the process of swinging it downwards in a slash that would have cut it open from head to toe. Only his training and skill allowed him to redirect the force his own attack off to the side, cleaving a nearby tree in half.
“Wha.. what am I doing?” the black aura vanished from Dynammo as the demonic presence that had attacked him faded, knowing that right now it was not yet strong enough to overcome the strong willed Mutated Triclops Mercenary.
Confused he lifted off into the sky, willing his flight systems to activate to take him away from the forest. Eager to leave, and slightly frightened at how his body had carried him away from the clearing he had been in without his own conscious thought he channeled energy into his body so that an aura of power sprang into existence around him, carrying him away from the forest like a shooting star.
“What happened down there, and who was that thing that invaded my mind? How did it do that?” he thought as he flew through the sky, he moved without direction or though as to where he was going, such was his dismay.
It was confusing for the Mutated Triclops Mercenary to lose himself, to have something take over his mind and control his body. So much was happening to him all at once, first he was remembering strange memories from when he was first learning the way of the sword, and then he was being controlled by some sort of demon.
Meanwhile, in another realm there a group of creatures gathered. These creatures were of the darkest evil, being the natural inhabitants of Hell, having been put there long before there were living beings, back when the Universe was just a baby.
Their skin was a dark red color, each had a muscular figure, with twin horns jutting from their forehead. All together it was a circle of twelve such creatures that had gathered, all sitting around a table in a dimly lit room.
The oldest among them stood up, his face was covered in many wrinkles, and a long well groomed black beard grew from his chin.
“You wish to seal the evil of the kami, for that we will support you…remember, don’t become evil while fighting such darkness..” And with that, Dynammo reappeared in the conscience-ness of his own body overlooking the cave.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2012 19:28:13 GMT -5
-Month 12, week 1, Year 2-
Dynammo was walking through a cave when he came across a special chamber with torches. Dynammo, your in the chamber of trials, to start the trial you must light all 4 torches with your energy. Once one torch is lit, it will glow with a black flame and teleport you to a realm where you’ll be tested. Once the test is complete, the torch will glow with a violet flame and you can go about lighting the other torch, light all 4 and beat the chamber…or be trapped here… The door closed behind him, locking in place as the past mentor of Dynammo, the WitchDoctor Oni concluded his mental speech.
Wanting to get this over with, Dynammo walked up to the first torch and used his ki to light it. Upon lighting it, the torch’s flame was black.
But just as the flame flickered, Dynammo was pulled to a pocket dimension to begin his first trial.
”Ha ha look at you little mouse are you lost or is this what counts as a challenger for me nowadays, ok then I don’t like waiting so lets get started”. The hulking figure jumped back into the light where Dynammo noticed he didn’t look human at all he was green and was cover in what looked like spikes and if he was honest a little tubby.
“Ok then ill show you what it is like to face that which cannot be stopped”. The fighter began to charge ki all around his body like a shield and inhaled air popping out all the spikes in his body. He then spun at Dynammo at a terrifying rpm Dynammo smiled he was like a soccer ball even if he was spinning. Dynammo kicked him only to get flung backwards.
“ He is using his ki to strengthen his body then spinning and moving at such speed I need time to come up with a way to stop him”. Dynammo ran behind a large rock to give him time to think but it was in vain. The spinning behemoth smashed through the rock hitting Dynammo. Dynammo lay down on the ground how could he find a way stop such power.
“ Im sorry little mouse but I told you there is nowhere to hide I can smash through anything”. The monster picked him up and tossed him like a ragdoll into open space.
“ Your no fun guess ill finish this now”. He jumped up surrounded his body in ki once more and began to spin. Dynammo fired a ball of ki at him but it was futile as the gyro ball headed towards him. Dynammo rolled out of the way as it burrowed into the ground below him giving him time to get up and recover. A crack formed below him and he jumped back to see an angry face look at him. Dynammo with out thinking lashed out and hit him sending him flying.
“I see so you aren’t so great when you not spinning interesting” the retaliation was immediate the large spinning beast came at Dynammo once again. Dynammo jumped back hopping over rocks all were easily smashed through by the gyro. Dynammo looked behind there was a wall. Looks like its now or never I only have one shot at this. Dynammo jumped and fired a ki blast downwards forming a ditch the spinning ball tripped in the ditch stopping its rotation and leaving the monster exposed. Dynammo dropped down and slammed his two feet into the monsters stomach sending him flying leaving him lodged in the wall.
“You brat how did you I cant move once I get out of here your dead”. Dynammo spread his arms out wide and started charging his attack. He brought them in and gave a little smirk.
“I am not going to let you out of there, looks like you lost to me how it feels I am just a little mouse but I was able to gnaw through you. Oh well Big tree cannon”. The blast fired out of his hands and at point blank range at the monster. Dynammo looked onwards.
“One down” He woke up in the dark room once again The Spirit of the WitchDoctor Oni smiling.
"It seems you hadn’t to much trouble with the first but still it looks like it was a sore experience” he pointed to where Dynammo was bleeding from the beast’s first attack.
“Ill be fine I have no time to be waiting it is time for the next one.” Dynammo got up and wiped the blood off his face.
Dynammo stood in front of the second flame and lit it. He was ready for the experience of the transport this time and landed perfectly. A slender creature that looked like it had the head of a pterodactyl stood in front of him.
“ ku ku ku I see you beat the other buffoon don’t worry I am better than him he is to pain stacking slow what he doesn’t understand is whats the point of having power if your opponent is faster that you”. The new fighter started streaking across the room Dynammo wasn’t able to track him with any of his senses.
“Do you see now boy I will give you respect for getting this far you are a fighter but you are too slow, ku ku ku how long has it been since I had a fight so make it worth my while.”. The fighter reappeared in front of Dynammo and slashed him with claws. Dynammo couldn’t see him he would have to wait and counter attack. The fighter appeared again and slashed him Dynammo went for a punch but hit an illusion.
”Whats wrong boy cant keep up with me” the figher sprang around leaving afterimages of himself all around. “ This is your chance now if you pick the right one maybe you can hit me choose wrong and you will be open for attack ku ku ku your time is running short hows your luck”.
Dynammo clenched his fist and his power began to rise he had not know this was in him “Enough of your stupid games this isn’t a fight, you are nothing but a trickster who hides behind these things because your weak, you think ill trust you I know right well even if I pick the right one you will just dodge to another one”,
“Ku ku ku so you are more than just muscle after all it seems a rare breed has came into my den but knowing me isn’t going to help if you cannot catch me” The afterimages disappeared and suddenly Dynammo was surrounded by quicky moving afterimages circling around him while been slashed.
”You think you can win like this your too weak to hurt me” Dynammo clenched his teeth and closed his eyes there was something new a sensation he never knew before he could sense his own power not only that he could sense the power of the fighter it was a constant no matter how many images he produced the power stuck to one fighter. Dynammo tracked him while staying in a defensive stance to block.
He opened his eyes and smiled “ Found you” his tail lashed out and smacked the fighter behind him in the face. Dynammo swung back is elbow swiftly and pummelled it into the kidney of the fighter and repeated the action 3 times. Pivoting on his right foot he quickly turned sending an uppercut into his stomach. The fighter vomited blood and colasped.
”Tell whoever the next fighter is I don’t play games I wont settle for anyone less than a warrior” Dynammo landed back in the room once again and looked at The Spirit of the WitchDoctor Oni. “You seem to be getting frustrated what’s the matter surely the few cuts aren’t enough to stop you”.
“I don’t care if you are the guardian of earth I will fight you to vent my anger I wanted real fights The Spirit of the WitchDoctor Oni not some game with one trick ponies one idiot knows only how to attack the other only how to move fast they have attributes but not together what they are is jokes”.
“ You are not hear to fight you are here to learn aren’t you now tell me you can sense my power cant you , before you went into that room the concept was lost on you these trials are teaching you more than you think and I promise you if you pass all four I will teach you”.
“Fine ill suppose your right” Dynammo walked back over to the third lamp and lit it prepared he simply dropped down. “Ok what’s your name and what seems to be your trick, unless you actually fight”. A large clank was heard and then another man in a large suit walked into the room.
“Trick ha don’t compare me to them I am the impenetrable fortress my armour is made from the hardest material in the universe”. Dynammo fired a ki blast after some smoke cleared the man was left standing “Ha you should have known that was futile I told you that you cant break this”.
“You will never win this fight your like the rest only good at one thing sure you have defence but unless you have a solid attack to hurt me”. Dynammo and jumped you can’t stay in there forever it’s a game of patience”.
“ I told you cont compare me to them” the armour warrior swung a large chained mace at Dynammo the length of the chain was easily long enough to hit him anywhere in the room Dynammo jumped as the mace head smashed through the ground. How heavy is that thing.
“ My chain is made from the same material as this armour and with my strength I can swing it at my ease”. Dynammo jumped from wall to wall as he dodged he had to drag the chain closer to the armour. In a burst of speed he was beside the warrior.
“Go on hit me if you can” Dynammo cheekily stuck out his tounge angering the warrior.
“You dare mock me Ill show you my power brat” giving the chain a large tug he sent the chain flying towards Dynammo. This is what Dynammo wanted jumping he left and afterimage. Unaware the warrior didn’t move the chain went through the afterimage and smashing into him leaving a small hole in his armour.
“ Looks like these tricks come in handy after all”. Holding his chest the man looked confused.
“You fooled me you little brat”. Dynammo smiled and dropped down to the man
“ The only thing that can crack the hardest substance in the universe is itself your chain is your first flaw”. Dynammo placed his hand onto the crack “and now onto your second flaw if nothing can get into the armour nothing can get out”. Dynammo fired a ki blast in the hole trapped in the suit it destroyed the warrior inside leaving only smoke.
Dynammo arrived back the room was much brighter now that 3 torches were lit The Spirit of the WitchDoctor Oni who had been standing at the fourth the whole time moved to the side
“Are you ready for your final challenge”. Dynammo brushed himself off and smirked.
“ I am a Mutant. I was born to face a challenge”
Dynammo landed in a different room this time it seemed far less bleak than the others. A hooded figure walked forward and began to chuckle.
“ It has been a while since someone has gotten as far as me but alas it ends here for you I am the great warrior the unbeatable the other three were trash compared to me”. He removed his hood to reveal he looked well normal Dynammo was expecting another beast of some sort after the last time but this person was a human or a humanoid of some sort.
He the fighter took battle stance and beckoned Dynammo to do similar “Well fighter lets see how good you really are”. Dynammo was excited finally a martial artist. The two attacked each other at speed exchanging blows but Dynammo could fell like he wasn’t doing anything and in his thought was knocked away by a kick.
“ You are not concentrating on our fight how do you expect to beat me if your mind is elsewhere, even if you can fight and plan at the same time its not going to do you any good I have no weakness”. He Jumped up raised his two hands over his head and fired and energy blast downwards at Dynammo. Leaving an afterimage Dynammo dodged the attack.
“ I see this has not been without benefit to you but the tricks of those buffoons wont help you” He jumped and punched the real Dynammo “ I can sense your presence”. Dynammo spat blood this was the rush he wanted the thrill of fighting not knowing where you could pull your next move out of you. You sense my presence and I sense your weakness.
Dynammo got up and beckond the robed figher at him the two began to spar once again but Dynammo rose into the air followed by the robed man.
“You have a weakness although its one you would never see “ . Dynammo created 4 afteimages.
“You fool I told you I can sense yo...” as he turned around to face where Dynammo was behind him a blast of ki was sent through his chest.
“ Your weakness is your ego, you never imagined I would be faster than you if you knew my limitations instead of hyping up your own too much to see you had flaws in this fight you could have won”.
The fighter holding their chest dropped fast hitting the hard ground muttering their doubt in their perfection.
Dynammo looked down knowing the fight was not over yet “ You disappointed me but at least I get to train with The Spirit of the WitchDoctor Oni now, ill give you the pleasure of being to first to taste my technique flash bomb”. Dynammo fired a barrage of energy beams at his opponent each piercing his body.
Dynammo was brought back to the room with The Spirit of the WitchDoctor Oni once again it was fully lit now and The Spirit of the WitchDoctor Oni looked at him
“ I could see what happened you are ruthless when it comes to people like that aren’t you yet I can see that you have good intentions as promised I will train you , rest easy now and recover there is a room upstairs you will need your full strength tomorrow”.
Dynammo left the room and slowly made his way back up the stairs of the abandoned temple in the caverns he found, trained by the spirit of the Witch Doctor Oni that he trained with for the first year of his long quest of self mastery.
He felt stronger already after half a day of training he doubted the methods at first but he could sense it there was a change in him
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:17:08 GMT -5
-Dynammo and Nam. Nearing the end of the Second Year-
Nam: He had just finished training to perfect his super saiyan transformation and was resting over a rock within the darkness of the lonesome cave. He was wearing his old black martial arts clothes with the symbol of Kami's Guardian Special Forces. He was sweaty.
Dynammo: A black humanoid triclops in a Green Biological Combat Jumpsuit with white elastic flex-ware boots & white elastic flex-ware gloves with flex-ware Chest armor overtop; a Vibranium Sword in a sheath that was near his right shoulder blade and a scouter with a green lens on his left eye was walking up a path that was pretty close to where Nam was. He was released from his training from Master Cobra of the snake school as well fighting in the tournament which was down below at the demon's gate, a place where demons resided within earth.
Dynammo was reading the scouter about the news report where Nam and Artary were responcible for the destruction of Central City.
As he was reading this data with his left eye through the scouter lens, his right eye caught a glimpse of Nam and he stopped upon seeing this.
He raised his left arm high, manuvering his left hand to the scouter and used his left finger to press the scouter to turn off the news archive feed. He then fully turned to Nam as he did this.
"Pardon me, but are you the one who fought in Central City? Your picture is all over the news a few years ago..." Dynammo asked, seeing a legend of good at long last.
Nam: The brunette man snapped to the sound of another individual and glared at the new comer. There was silence for a few moments until he finally decided to answer. "What if I am?" (remember, you have his face, but the news never mentioned Nam's name, so you don't know xP)
Dynammo: The Mercenary Triclop smiled. “I’d like to shake your hand. You’re a true hero, trying to protect a city like that the way you did. I never had a battle like that where I had to put my life on the line to protect the innocent.” He then outstretched his right hand. “I am Magnum Crusher Dee. My mercenary codename is Dynammo. I just capture criminals for a fee, I never had to protect a city…except for last year, I had to fight a wave of demons which were attacking Satan City. Didn’t know where they came from or who summoned them. Other then that, I’m just training myself for capturing tougher criminals.”
The sun seemed to beam off of Dynammo’s bald head, creating a shine which would create quite a glare for all around him.
Nam: (The sun? Aren't we in a cave? xP) Droplets of water echoed in the dark cavern and the brunette man gazed suspiciously at the stranger. "What are you talking about? The way Geurin said it on screen, he made the man you speak of look like a criminal... he told the entire world they were saiyan monsters trying to bring about chaos and destruction... How could you stand there and call that man a hero after what the media has told you?"
Dynammo: The Triclops frowned at Nam, a long frown. "Well, lets just see...i was calling you a hero." He then shrugged, "A hero is someone who is ridiculed by media but does the right thing regardless of how everyone thinks. This man you speak of, Geurin you called him; he is not a hero. From what my spies tell of his past, he was the farthest thing from a hero, and now, with his responsibility to protect the earth from harm; he isn't a hero, he's something more." He then turned on his scouter by raising his left arm, his hand moving to the side of his left ear where the scouter was placed. Now, pressing the button of his scouter with his left finger he continued, "You and Zach are great beings on this planet, i am but a worker. I do my job: What ever it takes. You shouldn't be mad at me nor at Geurin since my spies told me you had some past dealings with the Kami of Earth. I am right when i say kami, that name is only given to a man with great principles. He had to be pure. So what he told the earth about you? He was your mentor once wasn't he? Doesn't the Kami have a responcibility to the earth...even if it means making you seem like the conflict? It's poetic...two warriors that are just regular joes, seen as the enemy to a planet they protect for their own reasons...it's Roman if you ask me...informing the citizens about a battle that should remain secret, to gain power perhaps? I believe this is what he did, cause panic to control the masses. But i am not one of the masses...i am a worker for who ever pays me. So as far as heroic...Geurin's stressed, it's only him...he wants more people for a following so he can protect the earth as well as control it."
As he was talking, the scouter was gauging Nam's Battle Fighting Power, giving him readouts that he overlooked while speaking. He then removed the finger from the button activating his scouter and just frowned once more.
"The light has to be stronger then the Darkness, for Darkness proceeds from the light...it starts by trying to control what you can't..."
The cave reflected the light somewhat and light drips could be heard throughout the cavern.
Nam: Nam looks at him surprised. "You seem to have good informants... What brings you to this lonely cavern?"
Dynammo: "You," The Triclops Humanoid said with a smile. "You see, something is wrong with this world, the Kami my Cursed Vibranium Sword loved..." He then drew his sword and caused the makaido technique which was the wrapping of a cursed chain around his sword arm take hold and his 3 eyes began to glow a red tint of chi. His voice then changed into a very familiar voice which Nam would remember. It's me....Dao. This Triclops Humanoid has become of use to me...with this sword technique of makaido allowing me to use this mortal...i will plunge this blade into the heart of the Kami, and pull him into the nether realm where he will see his folly of letting impurities rule his judgement...I am sick of that fool, backsliding...and me...sealed in the nether realm...I need you Nam, help me seal him...."
The chains fell off Dynammo's right arm and the Triclops Humanoid dropped to his knees, his red tint of chi faded from his physical.
"That was...unpleasent...but now you know...and I know...I was told by him...so, we must put an end to this nonsense which is Kami!" He yelled as he got up to his feet, grabbing his cursed vibranium sword and placing it back into the sheath...
Nam: "You know... there's just one thing you don't know about Kami. In fact, I think I'm the only one he's told..." he paused, thinking twice before relaying the tale. "Kami wasn't always like this. He told me of this monstrous entity, the person we now know as Geurin. He told me of the terrible things he had done and the incredible power he wielded. But then he separate himself into two beings. Tenshu, our Kami -and Gurin; the evil half which had lost his memory and become good. But then they rejoined by my own naive request and Geurin has retaken control..."
Dynammo: "You...you caused the kami to fuse back with himself to be tainted by his darkness...this is bad...but this is good. Because Dao wants to seal Gurin...but to do that..hrm." Dynammo began to think. "If we can somehow strip the impurity from Tenshu...then Gurin will be sealed in the nether realm and we'll have our Kami back!" He smiled and grinned. "You hear that Nam, my sword will be blessed instead of cursed...once i get the strength, i'll absorb his darkness into the blade, then purify it! Gurin won't exist if we can purify him."
Nam: "Yes, that is my goal. I guess this means I can count on you?"
Dynammo: "Well, you have my martial arts skills and swordsmanships at your disposal. That means yes."
Nam: "In that case... before all this, Kami formed a team" he pointed towards the symbol on the chest of his black martial arts gi. "Guardian Special Forces. I'm reforming it in his name as Kami's Guardian Special Forces. I would like for you to act under it and help me make it grow. In three more years, the planet will be submitted into all out war against other races. We need to train and gain power so we can become a force to be reckoned with." Nam finally stood off the rock he was resting on and walked towards Magnum lending his hand out. "Do you accept?"
Dynammo: "Hrm, i was a mercenary...i never thought that I, a mutanted triclops would play a part in this war...Dao and I accept, this being the fallen makaioshin's wish...we will get Tenshu back somehow."
The Brown skinned triclops then outstreched his hand to shake Nam's.
Nam: He smiled as the other's hand met his own. "The names Nam, Nam Reikonaga." he said. "How about we get to know each other's abilities a little better?" he said, hinting at a spar.
Dynammo: The 3 eyed warrior smirked. "Your battle fighting power is at a decent level to mine..." The mutated humanoid Triclops then adopted a stance similar to the ones he was trained in, forming his hands into pincors and moving his legs to show the mantis fist technique, his fingers strong enough to pierce the strongest of material as well as his body low to the ground in his combat position.
Nam: "Alright then, let's do this." he said, getting into his own stance. Nam was standing sideways with his left leg forward and bent at the knee. His left arm raised under his chin and his right resting at the waist with his chest high. "Your move."
Dynammo: The Brown Triclops gathered his energy as he braced himself yelling. Soon, without warning, his energy shoots forward as Dynammo stood there, rushing Nam as he pushed energy from the heels of his feet, using the skill of flight. He then brought his arms out in the form of a 't' and began to spin clockwise with his two arms outstreched and raised as he got close in an attempt to throw Nam off balance.
Nam: Nam squint his eyes, observing Dynammo as he approached him and jumps out of the way at the last minute. Now airborne and flying, he turns to face his opponent with a barrage of basic ki blasts ranging from 4 to 6 individual blasts.
Dynammo: The Mercenary missed his primary attack, sensing that Nam has dodged. He then stopped and looked up only to see Nam firing 6 ki blasts which decended towards Dynammo. The mercenary raises his two hands, channeling energy into them and after doing so; slapped away the five ki blasts. As the last one came down, he launched a weak Kiai-Ho at the final blast which made it explode. Now smoke was everywhere throughout the cavern. Now using the power of surprise, suppressing his power level with his Ki mastery; Dynammo then shot up, through the smoke in the form of a high jump kick, his right heel heading towards Nam.
Nam: Nam smirks and covers his body with a red energy barrier that stops Dynammo's high jump kick. The moment they made impact, he'd release the barrier and attempt to grab Dynammo's outstreched leg with both hands and toss him downward to the ground.
Dynammo: The mercenary felt his foot hit something solid, sadly it was an energy barrier. But as Nam went to grab his exposed leg, he thrusts his two palms towards the hybrid saiyan and discharges 2 large ki beams into the hybrid's chest just as Nam let down his barrier, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to grab his leg and put up a barrier at the same time.
Nam: The moment Nam reached for Dynammo's leg, he readjusted his hands to catch the two beams of energy instead. The beams pushed him back with a grunt, creating distance between them. Nam then splits his arms to either side, redirecting both blows away. "You're pretty good." he said
Dynammo: The Mercenary Triclops replied. “It’s all about making openings and timing…now get ready…for the Crusher…WOLF FANG FIST!!” Dynammo shot forward, using the illusion of a red wolf to attack. The red wolf came in and pounced onto Nam’s chest which really was a barrage of straight kicks, followed by a Kiai-ho launched from the right heel of his foot as he finished up the assault in an attempt to push back nam.
Nam: Nam raised his right hand in front and aimed it towards the red wolf dashing towards him. From his hands he expels a generic yellow energy wave with the intention of stopping the attack.
Dynammo: The red wolf saw the generic yellow energy wave coming after him and while using hidden zanzoken manuvers, he upped his speed, now making the illusion of three red wolves coming towards Nam, the ball of energy passing through the image of the wolf upon it being discharged at him. The wolves suddenly disappeared and Dynammo appeared behind Nam with a hard heel drop towards his exposed left shoulder blade.
Nam: Nam zanzokens out of the way upon sensing the triclops presence behind him. Reappearing some five feet away.
Dynammo: “Looks at Nam, “Not bad, you can sense…but how acute is your sensing ability?” He then looked at Nam. “Not going to win fights if you run away…but we can work on that.”
Nam: "Fair enough, let's step it up a bit..." he said. His red aura begins to flare as his power gradually grows to match Dynammo's. "I don't have anything flashy though..." he warns; promptly after, the brunette man takes the offensive and dashes forward. Upon reaching close-combat distance, he breaks into a spin, threatening a roundhouse kick. But this kick was a bluff. Inches from impact, he'd zanzoken out of sight and lung down from above with a downward axe kick aimed at Dynammo's head.
Dynammo: Having three eyes, Dynammo was able to read Nam’s movements. He also felt the emotions in Nam’s heart, knowing that the attack was one of falsehood. As he came in for a spinning roundhouse, Dynammo stood there, not moving. As Nam came down from above, Magnum raised his right arm to block the downward axe kick, the ground shaking from the impact as well as part of the cavern the two were in starting to crack up all around the point of impact. The mercenary then preformed a back flip, his legs hurled towards the exposed back of Nam as they both shot upwards from the backflip.
Nam: Nam smirked to see his opponent intercept the kick. In response to the backflip, he used his high-speed movement technique and expelled short bursts of energy from the soles of his feet, moving with the clockwise flip and avoiding injury. He then leans back and expels another burst of chi, propelling himself back up with both fists forward, intended to ram them into Dynammo's stomach.
Dynammo: As Dynammo spun around he quickly put his arms in a ‘x’ across his chest as Nam nailed his defense with his fists, he then started launching short kicks towards the shins and ankles of Nam in quick succession, not giving up the will to win.
Nam: In the moment of impact, Nam's strike became a grip when his clenched hands shot open and grabbed onto Dynammo's crossed arms. Instantly, he pulled on his arms, lifting himself upward and bent his knees as he rotated to then extend and plant the soles of his feet on the man's face, propelling himself off of it like a platform. This is all one movement and as a bonus, evades the triclop's attempts to kick his legs.
Dynammo: The Triclops was pissed as Nam planted the soles of his feet onto his face to repel himself off and evade his attacks. “Now you’ve pushed me to my limit…” He then gathered his energy within his cells to mutate his DNA so he’d be much stronger. Red sparks of lightning came about his body. Soon Dynammo’s jumper turned red and his armor turned silver. Not much has changed except his size, he was as big as Burter from the Ginyu Force.
Now in his mutant form. He shot forward with alarming speed with a hard knee to the center of the chest of Nam in hopes of winding him. But as he went forward, his attack went right through Nam. Thinking that Nam would be able to overcome such a tactic, he used his hidden zanzoken maneuver technique to make an afterimage of himself attack Nam. He then dematerialized behind Nam due to his pure speed and with all of his strength, launched a hard right to the back spinal cord of Nam in hopes of putting him down.
Nam: "Aa-a-aa.." Nam gasped and stuttered in pain as Dynammo rammed his fist at his spinal cord. He was paralyzed for a short moment, unable to move from the intense, sharp pain.
Dynammo: The Alien Triclops known as Dynammo shrugged. “You brought that pain upon yourself, I think we’re even. You repelled off of my face and I dropped you to the ground. Don’t ever get cocky in battle Nam, if this was Geurin and Zach…you’d have died. That’s why I’m going to help you. You’re a warrior, a hero, a martial artist even…but not a lone ranger.” He then stood over Nam, grinning while in his mutant form. “You need more training, expect the unexpected.” Dynammo then leaned on the wall of the cavern, his three eyes never leaving the fallen body of Nam.
Nam: After the pain passed, Nam brought himself back to his feet and started to chuckle. "Hehehe... If I were fighting Geurin and Zach, I wouldn't be holding back." He said as his red aura sparked once more, raising his powerlevel to rival Dynammo's once more. He turns to face the laid-back triclops and adapts his previous fighting stance. "You surprised me with that little transformation, but I think you're the one acting cocky here..." he smirks.
Dynammo The now mutated Triclops smiled. “You think a power up is going to save you, I hit you in your spine…there will still be pain, I can feel your body screaming in pain. Where I hit you was the prime target to neutralize an opponent. Your not scarring me, your just using pride to block out that pain and using a powerup that over taxes your body.” Dynammo then grinned. “But I am a mercenary, I have fought numerous opponents and didn’t back down. I also sense that your six senses have been heighted by your power up…but can you fight with a bruised spine?” Dynammo suddenly utilized his hidden zanzoken maneuvers and made sixteen images of himself which rushed forward to assault the bruised Nam, each one using the wolf illusion to mask their movements. Soon sixteen wolves attempted to pounce nam, some tried to attack his legs as some others tried to strike his arm while the remaining wolves attempted to rapidly assault the saiyan hybrid.
Nam: "You don't understand..." Nam said as the wolves surrounded him. "This isn't a powerup!" he called out as he outstretched his arms to either side with palms open and expelled a powerful transparent force of energy that would repel all the wolves. His feet would sink into the ground as it cracks and crumbles from the pressure.
Dynammo: The Alien Triclop’s plan worked, Nam was too busy with the onslaught of his assault to notice the opening he caused himself to commit to. Dynammo came and preformed a mid assault from the front, rematerializing infront of Nam as his arms were in mid thrust. his two palms flat and facing Nam’s chest fully forward as he used his signature technique right after he preformed a king kong palm strike to Nam in the chest. As his two palms came forward close to the saiyan hybrid’s chest, he then discharged a Massive red wave of energy which was Magnum Crusher Dee’s Super Crusher Style Cannon from his palms towards Nam. This was Dynammo’s signature move but it became stronger due to his mutant transformation state, so this would surely hurt Nam.
Nam: The moment Nam was shoved back by Dynammo's palm strike, he activated his energy barrier as the red wave of energy was launched through his palms. His feet were lifted off the ground as he was propelled to the other end of the cavern and crashed to the wall. Once the energy wave was over, his barrier dispersed and he started charging his own energy wave as his natural red aura began to flare once more.
He thrust his cupped hands forward in the iconic kamehameha wave which roared through the dark cavern and towards Dynammo.
Dynammo: The mercenary gathered energy to stack onto the Jin he was charging up in his left heel as the kamehameha wave was launched. As it got to hitting distance, Dynammo preformed a roundhouse, his left heel nailing the turtle style wave and sending it crashing into the right wall of the cavern. He then spoke. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m not going to join you…I landed a crippling blow. I can’t call someone leader or master that I momentarily crippled. And what if I was your strength Nam? You would be permantly paralyzed. It’s like your limited on defensive strategy…I can’t follow someone who is limited sorry.”
Nam: The moment Dynammo moved to redirect Nam's kamehameha wave, his red aura seemed to have gained life as it flickered wildly and then shot out from his body, curving over the the energy wave and heading straight for Dynammo.
Aura Blast, one of Nam's newest moves. It was powerful enough to push back another energy wave, but it's effects on living beings would be nothing more than a burning feeling as it singes their body and propelled them back a few feet.
But then he stopped and redirected his own attack as Dynammo began to speak. The aura blast was only inches from making impact when Nam willed it to veer towards the left and crash against the other end of the cavern. Leaving Dynammo unharmed.
Nam sighed upon hearing the triclop's words. "Then I guess we're done here..." he turned to grab his stuff before heading off.
Dynammo: "The Triclops frowned, "It was good when it lasted, but that shot i landed, made me realize that your still new...i need an experienced leader to follow, but nether the less, your heart is in the right place. I will join you. This exibition of skill will continue after i've completed my training, and who knows? You might actually master yourself fully."
And with that, he saluted Nam and went his seperate way as the saiyan hybrid known as Nam went his.
Nam: He smiled to hear the man change his mind once more. "I admit it, although hard to accept, you've got skill -maybe even more than me..." he said. "But I have power. We need to work together and cover each other's weaknesses. That's what it means to be a part of a team. I'll give you power and, in exchange, you help me improve my fighting tactics."
He turned back around to get his stuff, "see you around."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:18:14 GMT -5
-month 1, year 3-
Magnum Dynammo stepped off the final stair of his ship, down to the blue namekian grass. This was a strange sight. Green skies and blue grass. It was likely because of the Namekian waterway's being filled with green water, like some sort of slime had been running through the planet's veins. It almost made Magnum Dynammo sick, the thought of such filth. Earth was a much more beautiful place, much more worthy of his presence. As much as he wanted to be there,
Magnum Dynammo trekked towards he small village, fully equipped to handle any attack. He had used his accrued Zeni to purchase battle armor. The houses were all similar to domes, white colored, some almost gray with filth. "Alien slobs." Magnum Dynammo scoffed, disgusted at their incompeence, but continuing to walk forward. He inspected many of the green men as they casually worked about. On the outskirts of the town, there sat a small hut with a vegetable garden more than double the size of the plot the house sat upon. Magnum Dynammo stopped here to speak to a man who was kneeling in the dirt, pulling from the ground what appeared to be weeds.
"Wah?" The man groaned as he turned to face Magnum Dynammo at the edge of his land, at the fence. "Who are you?" The farmer inquired.
"A Diplomat from a distant planet, Earth." Magnum Dynammo said, thinking on his feet. He was sure he could use his speaking skills to persuade this small village into trusting him.
"A Diplomat huh? You don't look like a Diplomat, though I've not seen many." The farmer said, scratching his head.
"Oh, yes, all of this." Magnum Dynammo said, looking down at his gear, shuffling like he was uncomfortable. It was an easy feeling to fake, as he was just getting used to it in all seriousness. "Standard protocol. Can't leave to an unknown world without some form of protection I suppose." Magnum Dynammo said, smiling slightly. He wanted to appear friendly, but not too friendly as to appear fake.
"Ah, yes. That does make sense I suppose." The farmer said, returning his hat to his own head then approaching Magnum Dynammo, standing on the other end of the fence.
"Yes, right." Magnum Dynammo said, coughing awkwardly. "I'm here for help, it's quite urgent." he added, kicking up a small amount of dirt, shifting back to a more formal stance.
"Oh? Perhaps I can point you in the right direction." The farmer said, grinning sincerely.
"I'm here for the artifact, The fangs gemstone of the elders." Magnum Dynammo said in a very serious tone, his facial expression, one of forced desperation.
"It's is a good artifact, dead or dying town guardians, warriors and gurus get their fangs taken out placed on a gemstone. We have them in every village. Do you want a warrior fanged gemstone?”
Count Magnum Dynammo then replied. “I am going to the demonic caves for training. They may be dark but I will train under them here, I’ll all about treating people equal.”
I'm don't have the authority to give out our fanged gemstones, perhaps if you speak to the village elder.” The farmer said, showing deep sympathy for Magnum Dynammo.
"Right," Magnum Dynammo nodded, "where can I find him?"
"The tower in the center of town. You will find him on the top floor." The farmer said, pointing to a building that resembled a larger-than-life lollipop. It stood out quite easily in the center of town.
"Thank you, very much. You may very well have just saved millions of lives." Magnum Dynammo said, bowing with great respect to the man who had just saved millions of lives from an imaginary threat, now he knew they had some fanged gemstonesss, it didn't matter. He'd search the whole planet looking if he had too. Now it was only a matter of finding the first ball.
The tower was only two stories tall, but it stood out enough. Instead of stairs, the floor in the entrance ascended into the top floor, like a lift. The room was about twenty feet across, and in a near perfect circle. The man who looked like he was the elder, judging by his bodyguards and throne like seat, sat on the opposite end, facing Magnum Dynammo.
"What do we have hear?" The elder moaned at Magnum Dynammo as he appeared in the center of the room. Magnum Dynammo bowed respectfully.
"You are, I assume, the elder?" Magnum Dynammo said, coming up from his bow. "I am Magnum Dynammo, a diplomat from planet Earth. I've come here seeking assistance with a powerful menace on my home world."
"Mmmm, yes. I sensed your presence when you landed on the outskirts of our humble village." The elder groaned. "I am the elder of this village, Elder Mairk, what assistance did you have in mind?"
"I'm here to collect the Fanged Neclaces. so I may train with the Demonic Namekians in the Demonic Caves to find a master and learn there stances to find a way to break free and stand firm against the evils in the galaxies and defeat it! I need one Guru Gemstone. Magnum Dynammo said, showing the upmost respect.”
"You speak for a holy clan. The warrior fanged gemstones will open the eye of the tiger and will make your mentality hard. The Elder Fanged gemstone will alow you ro control energy better as well as control Jin” Mairk sighed, displeased.
"Xelr, " Magnum Dynammo suddenly saw the Elder rise with his staff, causing the Triclops to bow on one knee.. “Grant him the Guru Fanged Gemstone.”
A namekian thern came over him with a indigo colored fanged gemstone. The namek gathered energy and sparks from the gemstone went into the Triclops until the color of the Guru Fang Gemstone Faded to grey,
Rise Magnum Dynammo the Guru. Your combat proficiency has improved, You stronger mentally and can channel Jin much better now.” He then turned to the namek that gave him his gift “Now, Xelre! Challenge him!”.
"I was hoping for something like that!" Magnum Dynammo shouted, rising in the air, lobbing the Ki sphere at Xelre. The Namekian raised his palm and blocked the blast almost entirely. Xelre's Gi was slightly torn from the blast, but seemed almost entirely unaffected from the attack. "Heh, well he can block a basic Ki sphere, now for a real attack!" Magnum Dynammo burst higher into the air, bursting out of the roof of the tower.
"Come back here, fiend!" Xelre shouted, following close behind. Magnum Dynammo turned about face, looking directly at the incoming Xelre who had cocked a hand back to strike. Magnum Dynammo inhaled, waiting for Xelre to get closer to release the attack, and closer he came. Magnum Dynammo pulled his right arm back, gathering a red aura in his right hand. He then hurled the Crusher Meha Variant (Sphere form), ripping towards the namek, which exploded on his arms that were crossed like an ‘X’ on his chest, his arms bleeding really hard; the blood dripping onto the floor.
"Heh heh heh, works every time!" Magnum Dynammo chuckled. "Come on, friend, you gotta do better than that!" Magnum Dynammo cocked back his right hand to his side, gathering red energy in his palm then thirsts his right arm forward, his right hand flat and facing the namekian as the Triclops discharged a moderate red Ki wave at the namekian,.
Xelre shot forward with a right knee heading for the energy attack dead on, tired of this game. As well as this Triclops is fighting and showing his mastery of Ki, he wanted to show him what he has learned through training; The namekian channeling Jin, Ki and Psi power into his right knee
As the Energy attack meets Xelre’s knee, a massive explosion was heard, smoke kicked up from the impact as well as strong winds. The elder’s robes were blowing violently in the wind being created from the impact.
As the smoke cleared. Magnum Dynammo and the champion namek of the village were seen grappling while standing
The elder taps his cane and yells “Stop!”. Both fighters back off and bowed to each other, showing honor and respect for each other. “You have gotten skill, but your not ready for the demon caves…we need you here, you got guru wich can make you a guardian. You will have guardian training until you are worthy to see the maker of our people. He’s big and and his name is guru
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:19:02 GMT -5
-Month 2 Year 3-
Smoke rose up in the distance. The smell of burnt concrete filled their noses as they rushed towards the village that had become an inferno. Fires rarely lasted long, if they even happened. Namek was warm all of the time with the three suns. The never ate. They discarded plant remains into the ocean. The only time any of them started a fire was to entertain guests and cook them food.
When a fire got out of hand, there was always water nearby and was quickly put out. Namek was an island world. Very few lands were big enough to have water out of reach and they rarely had any villages on them and when they were on them, they stuck close to the water. Water was the life source of Namekians.
As they got close, they realized why the fire wasn't out yet. No one was around. This was even more concerning. Namekians never abandoned their homes, not when they had family and this was one of the larger villages. They had to have kids around.
They touched down and began the process of putting fires out. Most of the buildings were damaged beyond repair while others needed a little repair work. None came away without damage. They looked around but no bodies were found. Nothing existed. It was like they vanished among the flames.
Tombstone crouched down to look at several foot prints. "The villagers weren't alone. Someone that was heavy was here as well. Probably several of them."
"No one died." Commented Magnum Dynammo.
Tombstone stood up and walked over to where his burden stood. There were a couple dozen burnt spots. But it wasn't from the fire. They were perfect circles. "How do you know they are alive?"
Magnum Dynammo looked up into the green sky. The clouds were parted and slowly coming back together. "There were several beams that hit these spots. If it were weapons, we'd see ash from bodies. I think these are beams from teleportation. Who we are looking for are right up there."
Tombstone looked up but saw nothing, only the parted clouds. How Magnum Dynammo knew this he wasn't sure. He didn't think teleportation was a real technology. Everyone he's seen had taken shuttles. With the exception of Magnum Dynammo who seemed to appear out of no where. And that's when he began to get a bit more suspicious of the Namekian brother.
Magnum Dynammo gripped Tombstone's shoulder and they vanished from sight, leaving only a dust devil behind. To the guardian, his vision swam. It seemed to take ages to get to their destination. His stomach twisted as his eyes fought to get a hold of an image. Something to get his balance. And when they appeared, he fell to his knees, breathing heavily, ready to spew.
Magnum Dynammo looked down at him. He hadn't ever felt that way, even on his first trip. Was this due to them being from different universes? Tombstone stood, recovering from his moment of disorientation, though still a bit dizzy.
"Ok?"
Tombstone didn't say anything in response. Only nodded. Magnum Dynammo could tell they were in a cargo hold and from the size, the ship was massive. There was no way a ship that kidnapped people were unarmed.
"I'll go this way, you head through that door."
Tombstone wasn't so sure they should split up, and he protested. "We don't know their strength."
"And they don't know we're here. If they find one, they won't find the other. Try and stay hidden as much as possible and sneak around and find the villagers. If you find them get out. A ship this size will have plenty of escape pods, or some ships in a hanger."
Tombstone wasn't sure how he knew so much about spaceships. Not many Namekians did. Only those who built them on Namek knew and they were few. He was a traveler, so guess it made sense. Maybe he really was right though.
Magnum Dynammo stopped at the corner and looked down the hall way. The ship was massive and it would be difficult to find the hostages by normal searching. There were a couple soldiers down at the other end. Probably doing guard duty. He stepped out and with a quick wave of his hand, had both down as energy blasts struck them in the sides of their heads. It wasn't long before more security guards showed.
Magnum Dynammo put his hands up and fell to his knees. They were quick to report in as they cuffed him and hauled him away. He came to a door which opened up to reveal about sixty Namekians. They tossed him in and the door shut. He heard a bit of a click. He pulled on the cuffs and they snapped.
Standing up, the Namekian prisoners surrounded him. "Don't worry, I'm getting you out of here."
One of the Namekians, an elder by the looks of it said, "There's about two hundred of us total that were taken."
Magnum Dynammo shook his head in amazement. "Why hasn't anyone noticed this before? Guru should've sensed something."
"Is this not why you are here?"
Magnum Dynammo nodded. "Yeah, but I had to go to one of the villages to find out you were taken."
The old Namekian shook his head. "Guru is old. He's loosing his touch with his children. It was bound to happen. He's lived longer than any Namekian ever."
The Namekians of this universe seemed weaker. More complacent than his universe. This was going to be a problem. But now that he's found them, and surely Tombstone would've been caught by now himself and hopefully thrown into the other housing to prepare them. He knew what he looked like so he could quickly teleport to him.
"Alright, I can't take very many, but I'm going to take you guys back to the planet. If the children could please come forward. I will take you all to Guru's island." The children did as they were told. There were maybe fifteen.
He held onto them and they vanished, leaving the older Namekians alone. Magnum Dynammo and the children appeared before Guru. "Guru, we've been attacked by a ship in orbit and our people have been kidnapped. Why have you not felt this?"
Guru's face didn't change. Maybe it was age. It was impossible to sense his emotions. He couldn't display them. "I have felt it. It is why I sent you to the village." Was he lying? Or was that true?
Magnum Dynammo shook his head in disbelief and vanished. Only to appear with some of the adults and the remaining children. After a few more trips he was done but he was feeling the strain badly. He was pushing himself hard and his body was resisting now. He was already drained of energy, but he had so much more to do. He wanted to clear out all of the namekians before he did anything about those that committed this atrocity.
He vanished again, but when he appeared, he fell to a knee. He was done with this room. His breathing was labored and sweat poured from him. Alarms went off and he heard those over the loud speaker saying the namekians had escaped and were using the escape pods. It made Magnum Dynammo smile.
He stood back up, legs weak from the strain he was putting himself through. The door opened up behind him. “They’re gone! Only one remains!”
“Kill him!”
Looks like he’d have to push himself once more. Blasts cut through him, and in a moment they were all down as the image faded. Magnum Dynammo looked at all of them. Five of them were unconscious. He wanted to kill them now but they’d die with the ship crashed. He left the room, stumbling a little as he walked. More guards showed up. He let out an exhausted sigh as his hands pulled back. Each hand glowed brightly with energy and as they were preparing to fire, he unleashed a wave of energy that washed over them.
Cries of pain could be heard as they were cooked in their armor and uniforms. Magnum Dynammo stumbled to the left and slammed into the wall. He slid down and sat there eyes shut taking a breath. He had to get more energy back.
He felt hands grab him, but he was too weak to fight back or even open his eyes. They drug him along the hallway. He opened his eyes for only a moment, but everything was so blury. A door hissed open and he was thrown down.
“He doesn’t look injured, but he’s pretty out of it, almost like he is too exhausted to fight back.”
Another voice spoke. “From what reports say, he is able to fire lasers from his hands. With a single blast he’s taken out an entire group of twenty well trained soldiers.” THe voice paused a moment.”Maybe it uses up their life force. Maybe this one is dying. He looks near death.”
Death... such a nice thought. He could easily just return to heaven and relax for the next several hundred years. That sounded all dandy, but he had Namek to save first. He could feel more and more energy enter into the pores of his body. He was becoming more and more rejuvenated by the second. Soon it’d just be enough to act. Maybe he could simply take them out physically.
“I guess just kill him and put him out of his misery. We’ll have to gather the rest. We need them harvested for our people. Prepare the soldiers and collectors. Let’s get this over with quickly. I don’t want to be here much longer.”
“Yessir.”
Magnum Dynammo’s fists clenched. And a second later he was on the move. In the second it took everyone to realize he was awake, the security was down. All that was left was the captain who stood in shock and the remaining bridge crew of the ship. The one who had ordered his death was the captain, and now he was dumb founded.
“How?”
“How am I alive? You have to ask yourself why you aren’t dead.” Magnum Dynammo walked over to the console. The controls reminded him of the Avalonians. “Who are you?”
The Captain shook his head and snapped out of his daze. “I am Captain Ladiv of the Urus. You sir are under arrest!”
Magnum Dynammo saw Urus was the name of the ship. The naming convention wasn’t Avalonian. He was thankful as he couldn’t imagine them doing something like this. Yeah they had hunted down those with power, but that was a whole other bad situation that simply got worse.
“Well Captain, I suggest you find yourself an escape pod if you want to live.” He entered a set of coordinates, then planted his hand on it. The console overloaded and set off a chain reaction. The ship moved.
“Where are we going?” the Captain demanded.
“Frost. Assuming it’s still there. You’ll like them. You may not like what they do to you, but the two of you have a like mind.Now give my regards to World Trade Organization.” After that, he vanished. He appeared in the mass of Namekians who were all thankful of what he had done.
The sky lit up with escape pods that rained down from space. It was one hell of a spectacle. The fiery streaks were like shooting stars. They landed in all kinds of locations which meant Magnum Dynammo would need to start searching for them shortly. He collapsed to the ground. After he rested for a bit anyway. His eyes were closed and soon the world became quiet. He felt like he was dead again. Again, at peace. His mind cleared of all worries and desires.
He awoke, groggy from his sleep, unsure as to how long he had slept. His body protested as he sat up. Muscles ached and head swam. Maybe he had pushed himself too hard. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way. Previously, he had simply died or been placed in a rejuvenation chamber.
He looked around the room. It was an ivory color and it brought back memories. Memories when the Namekians made a deal with the Changelings in his universe. His people were split then. That was why he went against those who wanted to advance the Namekians. Races such as the Changelings would abuse them.
Then memories of his son flooded in. He was strong, smart, and very much like he was when he was younger. Except Magnum Dynammo wasn’t brutal. Magnum Dynammo was quiet like he was now. Keeping to himself and taking every opportunity to grow stronger.
Garish didn’t exist any more. His home, his child. Then he realized, Alesia might not even exist. It was a planet he had fallen in love with and protected with every ounce of strength. Did Dabura destroy it here as well?
It was all too much for him. He got rid of those negative memories. With his life, the good were also tied with the bad memories. His son who was an assassin. Gohan who he had almost killed. Then Gohan becoming a drunk. Goku who vanished without a word.
Magnum Dynammo stood up and left the room. He followed the hallway outside and took in the fresh air. By what he saw, he wasn’t at Guru’s. He wasn’t sure where he was.
“They are all safe.”
Magnum Dynammo turned to face Tombstone. So this was his place? Bigger than normal. Most homes were small, a couple of beds and maybe a few chairs. But they rarely stayed in doors. Magnum Dynammo was relieved to hear the remaining Namekians made it back. Soon the good Captain would be facing the Changelings and regretting his actions.
“Glad they are. How long have I been asleep? I didn’t even notice being taken here.”
Tombstone stood next to him and they both looked over the emerald city that glistened under the three suns. “A week. Apparently you were pretty close to over exhaustion and death.”
Who ever healed him, he’d have to find out and thank. But right now he needed to relax a bit. He was just happy with being here. “Anything else Guru wants me to do?”
Tombstone thought a moment. “Eventually I am sure. But for now, rest. Tell me though. Tell me about your other world.” Tombstone was believing him more and more. It was the only thing that made sense. Namekians rarely left Namek, and those that do are generally because they are banished. Magnum Dynammo was a strange Namekian name, so it made no sense that he was even from here.
Magnum Dynammo took a deep breath and exhaled. “Like here, we’re in a constant battle with evil. But so far there, they seek to destroy only. I’ve seen some strange people here who don’t simply want to destroy. They want other things. I haven’t explored much so I don’t fully know.” His memories flooded back into his mind and it made him weepy. But he hid it. He fought against it. “It’s darker. Even Namek is darker. No one is safe or happy. A man roams free named Pico who takes pleasure in torture, murder and suffering. Another that just wants to destroy things. A group that wants to rid the universe of warriors such as you and I. We are constantly at war. There is no relaxation, no end in sight. I’ve lost good friends and see others turn.”
Tombstone nodded. It didn’t sound all that appealing in anyway. But he didn’t say so. He only soaked it in. He wanted to see what someone from a place like that could do. He wanted to know more. To know more about the Namekian Guru seems so fond of. Maybe he had found the one who could bring forth the age of the Namekian warriors.
“The grand elder accepts you. He wants you to meet him. But there’s more we need to test. I don’t think you’re worthy to accept his gift. But if you are, I want to know for sure. If you go there, I want you to beat me and a few others. I want to test your power. If you can beat us, then you are what I hope. We need warriors. Those willing to protect Namek.”
Magnum Dynammo looked at Tombstone. He knew Tombstone didn’t like him. It was painfully obvious. And in truth, he knew he wouldn’t believe some of the things he’s said either. Tombstone was a good Namekian. He cared about his peopled, but Magnum Dynammo couldn’t stay here. No, he needed to leave and explore and protect what he could. There were few heroes in his last universe. He hoped it was different here.
“Sorry Tombstone. I can’t stay. I must move around the universe and help those in need. I need to protect everyone, not just Namek. Maybe one day I will return. I will accept Guru’s gift, but I must depart soon after.” He already knew Guru’s gift. He’d gotten it before, and he needed it now for sure.
Tombstone nodded. “Alright, but may I suggest you try to get to heaven. I heard there was a certain water you can drink once you defeat the keeper of the water…his home is high up in the clouds.
Dynammo smiled. “Thank you, you’ve been a great help. “And with that he left, thinking of a way to transcend the clouds
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:19:59 GMT -5
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Clouds pushed across the mid day sky in an unnatural fashion. Every cloud held an odd shape looking to be mysterious and dark. Loud booming blasts sounded as they danced toward the sun. This was an odd day on earth, or at least to Magnum Crusher Dee it was. He had never witness such odd weather phenomena in his time terrorizing this pathetic plan of existence. His mind locked on to the herd of abnormalities in the sky and started to push Magnum Crusher Dee's body towards them.
The Triclops Mercenary's boost slowly lifted off of the ground and towards the strands of white that gracefully pushed and pulled across the blue sky. They would darken then fade to white. It was the strangest of sights to the Triclops Mercenary and he hated every second of it. Change was something that Magnum Crusher Dee didn't enjoy unless it was a change in his power. Magnum Crusher Dee's eyes flared as the sea of rage started to roar within. The Triclops Mercenary was going to find a way to remove these eye soars from his sky no matter the costs.
Magnum Crusher Dee continued to fly towards the odd mass of clouds, but began to fight against stormy winds. His body was pushed and pulled from side to side. Tornado like winds started to ravage the area that he flew over. These clouds were projecting storms along with their strange light show. The Triclops Mercenary powered his flight and fought through the turbulence with unimaginable strength. The Triclops Mercenary's face was blank as his stare was still locked in place. The winds didn't phase him in slightest after powering up, he was moving like a hot knife through butter. Nothing from Mother Nature would stop the Triclops Mercenary from finding the cause of the array of unnatural beings that were scattered across his skies.
“Push!” A taskmaster roared across the cloud to a line of workers. The workers fought forward against a cogwheel that was made of what looked to be ice. It was an odd site. Everything on the cloud was shiny in color. It was almost a trademark of the gods to make sure that everything they had shone in the light. An odd trademark and scheme to have, but one that they enjoyed.
“Faster!” The taskmaster screamed once more to get his workmen to pick up the pace. They were generating energy for the storms to keep earth's curious beings away. To shroud their god like structure in mass chaos and natural damage that no one would suspect anything out of the ordinary. A tactic that these gods thought would work without fail, but on this day they would be sadly mistaken...
Continuing his path into the herd of oncoming storms, Magnum Crusher Dee noticed strange sounds that emitted over the loud thumping and churning of wheels. Moans of tortured souls, screams of merciless torturers. Magnum Crusher Dee knew the sounds quite well, for he had cause his fair share of pain and suffering in the past. The Triclops Mercenary destroyed a number of universes when he was at his highest power, his purest of forms.
Magnum Crusher Dee shook his head and pulled his mind back into reality. “Owe!” The Mercenary Mutant menace screamed in pain as his head slammed against the fluffy exterior of the herd. “What is this?” Magnum Crusher Dee questioned while rubbing his hand against the unknown substance. It was cold and wet, yet soft and fluffy. The cloud was like a shield, or a vessel. With his hand against the exterior, he could feel every heart beat on the opposite side. Every single person within working towards moving the cloud. A loud machine was posing as the heart. His mind instantly clicked and pushed towards wanting inside of the structure.
This was very rare for Magnum Crusher Dee to just pause in pursuit of something to just think. He analyzed everything from blasting it open to just eating it. Eating it would be a last resort, if he couldn't enter it then he would just turn it to chocolate and make it enter him. That would be the easiest way around the situation at hand, but it would rid him of the chance to get a hold of anything of value within.
He had to find a more plausible way of entry, maybe there would be a way from the top of the ship. Magnum Crusher Dee floated to the peak of the god like cloud and just stared into the white abyss to get an idea of what to do. He could see figures walking about on the inside, and this added more fuel to his curiosity. It was a raging inferno within his mind to find a way inside, but the structure was pure without flaw.
Rage started to break through Magnum Crusher Dee's exterior. His fist started to slam into the structure furiously. The black gauntlets that were more or less part of him shattered then reformed time after time. Magnum Crusher Dee wasn't making any progress at all, but he didn't care. The Triclops Mercenary wanted to shatter the ceiling of this godly structure. Magnum Crusher Dee wanted to defile the heavenly ship and corrupt the inside with his presence, and this seemed to be the best way to do it.
Magnum Crusher Dee's fingers began to break and flatten, but didn't pull back any force. He only flared his aura and buffed his body to continue his progress. Punch and punch, the only thing that was breaking was Magnum Crusher Dee's patience with this place. He just wanted to enter it, that is all that the Triclops Mercenary wanted, but it was something seemed at this point impossible.
The Triclops Mercenary sent one final punch, but this time he super charged it. His fist began to glow a bright red from within. All of his inner energy centered in the palm of his hand. If any of his punches would penetrate such a place it would but this, his Ki infused Punch. Magnum Crusher Dee pulled his fist behind his head then threw it forward with all his might. Stretching his arm out with great speed. Magnum Crusher Dee's arm almost touched the speed of light.
His fist slammed into the “ship”. It was like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. The only thing that was moved in this bout was Magnum Crusher Dee's arm. The impact zone exploded leaving the dome untouched. Not a single scratch or crack, just shattered hopes of a rage filled Triclops Mercenary, that and his hurting hand, but shattered hopes being the worse of the two.
Magnum Crusher Dee began to scream releasing his rage and impatience. The world began to shake due to the shear force behind his shout. Every single bit of pent up rage and emotion within the Triclops Mercenary being released into the world. There was nothing being held back. Magnum Crusher Dee could feel the very fabric of time being ripped in half by his devilish scream. The earth and all of its inhabitants were being shaken by this one being in the sky.
Magnum Crusher Dee's rage was the key to his success in most situations like this, but sadly this time it just wouldn't help him. The Triclops Mercenary needed a second way of entry. His Vice Shout might work on structures built by man's hands, but it just doesn't cut it when it comes to the structures built by the hands of a god. The Triclops Mercenary continued to scream to further release his frustration. The world had to know that Magnum Crusher Dee was enraged that he was denied entry into this heavenly place.
Moments of his yelling did amount to something. The bright blue sky started to abruptly rip apart. It was like watching a movie rip into static hiding the scenery. Everything that was in front of the Triclops Mercenary was hidden by a shroud of “static”. Magnum Crusher Dee stopped his shouting and just stared into the black and white striped plane. A questioned expression over took Magnum Crusher Dee. The cloud confused him in the beginning, but now his mind was truly bottled. He had no idea what to think of the tear in the world that he had just created.
Should I enter it? His mind asked as he started to extend his hand. He then hesitantly pulled it back. He was at a corner of mass confusion. Should he go through with entering or should he just try to fight his way into the cloud. His mind was stumped completely. At a fork in the road with two options to choose from. He had no way of knowing if he would even return from the striped abyss. It could be a trap that the world was playing on him, to eradicate his being. Sending Magnum Crusher Dee to another dimension and locking him away would certainly save the world from total destruction in the future, but leave Magnum Crusher Dee in a place without....JOBS?! Just the thought of such a place made Magnum Crusher Dee hesitate even more.
His arms began to shake furiously. Fear over took his rage filled veins. The Triclops Mercenary had absolutely no idea what he could possibly do at this time. Just staring dumb foundedly into the abyss was scarey enough at this time. What to do? Magnum Crusher Dee thought one more time then snapped his fingers. He thought of the perfect thing to do. Stretch his way inside to get a look around. If it was bad he would just return to the earth where he knew he would be safe.
The Triclops Mercenary stuck his neck out and began to travel forward. Venturing into a world untouched by humans, or so it seemed. His neck began to twist rapidly as he was pulled into the void. A bright heavenly light over took his red tinted body. The Triclops Mercenary was being pulled into pure white abyss. His mind couldn't truly perceive anything that was happening. The one thing that could be perceived was the pain of his twisting body. Yes, Magnum Crusher Dee was a stretchy being, but this broke his limits. It was truly testing his endurance and tolerance to pain.
All Magnum Crusher Dee could do was scream and hold his eyes closed. Every time he tried to open his eyes they were pushed shut. It was like a heavenly force was keeping him from seeing what was happening to him. What felt like hours, was only seconds. Magnum Crusher Dee's “endless” spiral of pain ended with him being slammed onto a smooth cold ground. The Triclops Mercenary fought to his feet and looked around.
He had made it into the dome, but how? His shout ripped a hole in space and time. Luck just happen to be on his side and land him in the area that he wanted to be in. The cloud that the gods of this planet forged, but what was the purpose of this place? Magnum Crusher Dee looked around at all of the reflecting structures within. Ever single thing within was transparent and shiny. The gods seemed to have an obsession with everything they own being overly shiny to send some message that they all had ADD or something along those lines.
It was very odd and strange that immortal beings would want to be found so easily in this world, or just have they godly creations flying throughout the world in such plain and obvious ways. Magnum Crusher Dee hadn't been in contact with any god, so his questions would have to remain unanswered for now at least.
The Triclops Mercenary smiled as he started to walk along a gold filled path. It looked as though it led somewhere important, why else would there be a golden path? The path led Magnum Crusher Dee to a perch with an unfilled chair. The emptiness of booth was discomforting. This heavenly structure wasn't being controlled. It was merely floating among the clouds. Its conductor was absent along with its inhabitants. Everything that was alive in this place was dead or gone, but what could have done such deeds in only seconds?
Whatever eradicated the beings did so with great speed and expertise. There wasn't the first body or spec of blood anywhere that Magnum Crusher Dee could see. The shear lifelessness of the area shocked the Triclops Mercenary, but what could have done it? His mind asked again. The same question began to replicate and over take the Triclops Mercenary's thoughts. First he wanted to just enter the dome... Now he wanted to find out what beat him here.
Did it really only take seconds for him to enter through the rip, or did it take hours? He would never know. The outside world was completely blocked out. The cloud was pure on the inside there was no true way to see outside, and that only filled Magnum Crusher Dee with doubt that he was even on namek now.
The Namekian Heaven was his realm for now...
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