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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:21:13 GMT -5
The Trials, ,Tests, Tribulations & Training of the Mutated Alien Triclops Humanoid Martial Arts Mercenary Swordsman.
Space Name: Magnum Crusher Dee
Mercenary Call Sign: Dynammo
Family Name: Howa
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:25:06 GMT -5
Fearless Dynammo looked at nature in the forest on Wonder Island, he was running around Training when he suddenly found a giant tower on the outskirts of the forest, When he got there, an Indian Oni was standing talk watching the tower. Fearless Dynammo Fearless Dynammo looked at the Indian and spoke. "That's one long tower," The Indian Oni Commented, "It is, it is said that a great prize that lies in that Tower." Fearless Dynammo gets mad. "Then I want to get that Prize. I try to get stronger and it seems like someone is Laughing at me." The Indian Oni turned around, "Then you have beef with." The Indian Oni looked very strong and Muscular," Fearless Dynammo smiled, "I'm only 14 years old," Fearless Dynammo then shot back as a punch was Thrown and bounced off the tree and shot forward with a punch to the face. This felt like gravy. The Indian Oni used a technique that Dynammo never saw before called massive muscle growth to make himself more durable.
Fearless Dynammo then channeled energy into his knee and began to shoot Constant knees into the Indian Oni's sides, he then shot upwards, the Indian Oni leapt into the air and Fearless Dynammo brought his left hand into the air and formed a ball, he then used his right hand to send it crashing down upon the Indian Oni and it hit. The Indian Oni blocked and was pushed to the ground but as the smoke cleared, the Indian Oni was down blocking; he stopped blocking and fired an energy wave out of His mouth, Fearless Dynammo channeled energy into his right fist and hit it so hard That the energy flew down and back towards the Indian Oni, but he put more Energy into the attack so it pushed the force of Fearless Dynammo's strike and sent it Flying back towards Fearless Dynammo who hurled an energy ball which detonated the mouth blast upon contact. As smoke Overtook the sky Fearless Dynammo dived down into the smoke, sensing out the Indian Oni and Nailed him with a spinning palm strike to the head. The Indian Oni spat out Blood and stood there, Fearless Dynammo started to think, "The force of that strike Could have killed him, yet he's still alive...." Fearless Dynammo got flash kicked and The Indian Oni blurred from view and reappeared, spiking him to the ground. As he bounced off the Ground he caught himself and moved as a giant fist flew and broke the Ground, Fearless Dynammo fired two Ki shots at close range on the Indian Oni and the blast Broke on his body, Fearless Dynammo then used the wolf fang fist in the form of kicks And started to impale the Indian Oni with kicks to his face and body. He then Preformed a twin palm strike to his chest and sent him flying into the tower, As he hit the tower the ground shook and he fell to the ground. "I see...you Wish to train with someone who has experience. Well this is the place. You have beaten me and past my acceptance trial. I must train you in the power that rivals martial arts! The power of a pro wrestler.”
The Indian Oni pointed to a ring that was nearby with tiles that was 15 by 15 square foot and walked over to it, beckoning for Dynammo Howa to follow.
-Upon entering the ring-
Dynammo and the Indian Oni stood at the flat edges of the ring. The Indian Oni talked. “Consider this your first lesson. You must know how to subdue your opponents. The techniques I’m going to teach you are the techniques the Onis in otherworld use to subdue the evil that refuses to go where King Yemma sends them too. Dynammo smirked. “Your serious, you trained with King Yemma? Who is he anyway?”
The Oni spoke. “He is the judger of souls. He sent me to protect this retired grandmaster ninja who has eternal youth as well as immortality. So let’s see what you got.”
Dynammo shot forward with a hard jab to the chest, the Oni then fell down on his back as he was an inch close and shot his feet up, sending The Alien Triclops into the sky. “That’s called the back spring! He shouted. The Triclops, hurtling in the sky suddenly caught the Indian Oni coming up fast with his hands balled into fists. When the Oni got close, he used flight to get behind him and placed his two arms around the Oni’s waist; locking his hands together so he’d have a strong grip then turned him upside down and by using flight once more, Plummeted down towards the ring; having the Oni in a suplex ready to slam his head on the tiles in the ring.
As the Mutant and Oni make impact in the tiled ring an explosion was heard. As the smoke cleared. The Oni was on his hands, the tiles cracked from where his palms rested as well as Dynammo releasing his hold and getting back to his feet.
The Oni got to his feet and smiled. “Wow, you’re good, a Suplex Slam…should have seen that one coming.” He then brushed himself off, wearing a T-shirt with the Wrestling Insignia on the front. “One more time.” The Oni then shot forward from where he was standing and rushed towards Dynammo with a hard knee to the chest. Dynammo just gathered Ki into his fist, strengthening his Jin within his right arm as he thrusts forward, nailing the knee with a very hard Jab.
The ring exploded once more, the tiles holding as best as they could. The Oni and Mutant then were seen grappling with each other while standing, the Oni and Triclops launching low kicks and stomps at each other while moving their feet and legs to evade each low kick and stomp, going around the ring doing so.
Both warriors showed skill and speed. Dynammo then gathered his Jin and shot a right knee into the Oni’s stomach, followed by another Knee to the Torso and Groin; Three knees to be exact.
The Oni cried out in pain and fell to the ground. Dynammo grabbed his legs and wrapped them around his right leg, using the left to lock the Oni’s legs in. The mutant then leaned back as he got the Oni into a sharp shooter, the years of watching wrestling as a kid paying off.
The Oni was in great pain and screamed. He then slapped his hand on the tiled ring, his way of tapping out.
Dynammo let him out of the sharp shooter and spoke. “You are a good wrestler…” The Spiritual Indian Oni smiled, I had to test you…and you passed. The first fight was to see where you were at Ki wise. This test was to test your muscles…the proper term however is ‘Jin’. “
Dynammo was fit and strong, as well as warmed up; so he listened as the Spiritual Oni continued. “Ki and Jin play hand in hand…never forget that.”
The two of them went at it again and this time Dynammo took a wolf stance. The Oni just stood there with his fists up. “Take this…WOLF FANG FIST!” And after that yell, Dynammo shot forward using flight and began to launch a physical assault using the illusion of himself being a blue wolf charging forward. As the wolf got forward, it pounced on the chest of the Oni who did his best to block it; the Oni’s arms cross as a means of Defense.
The wolf jabbed with his front claws then repelled off of the Oni, only to march in his chest with his hind legs. This in actuality was Dynammo, launching a barrage of hard bear claw punches to the blocking Oni’s physical and then changing positions to now march on the center of his chest which was unguarded, Dynammo then flipped back as he preformed a flash kick, the right toes of his foot, nailing the chin of the Oni and sending him flying out of the ring.
The Oni suddenly gathered control of his energy and stopped flying aimlessly, floating in midair and descended back into the ring. “Not bad…not bad at all.” Dynammo gathered an emerald green aura about his body and shot up towards the Oni as he was descending to the ring.
They both met up in mid air and started trading blows: Dynammo with a Left legged Roundhouse that was blocked by the Oni’s left arm. A front kick to the stomach followed with Dynammo blocked with his left arm. Dynammo gathered his Ki and formed a ball of energy into his right palm and slammed it into the Oni’s left shoulder blade, causing a semi explosion. The Oni then gathered his Jin and channeled it throughout his body then thrusts his right arm forward and delivered a hard palm strike to Dynammo’s chest.
The palm strike pushed Dynammo back a bit, the wind pressure somewhat strong. He then gathered his Ki and used flight to break the wind pressure and float in the air starring at his opponent. Not bad, I’m not that badly hurt but he must be in pain… The Oni yelled. “Stop! You’re skilled in aerial combat…as well as on the ground...”
Dynammo then stood still. He knew this was just a test and warm up. The Oni smiled in his T-shirt which had the insignia of “Pro Wrestling”. He then spoke Alright, your worthy of learning the moves which I was taught from Yemma, I was only taught one move which was to subdue those who were causing trouble in the check in station.” Dynammo asked. “What is this check in station you speak of? What is this King Yemma? Is he an Oni like you?” The Spiritual Oni nodded. “Yes, King Yemma rules all Oni and the check in station is where you go if you die, He judges you and depending on how you’ve lived; you could go to where the Kais are or you could go to the Home For Infinite Losers…which is where all evil and bad people go.” Dynammo nodded. “Yeah, I understand.”
As they reached the ring, both warriors bowed. The Oni then spoke once more. “Now for this move, the Yemma Lock, you gather energy into your arms and wrap your arms around your opponent’s neck, then using the energy gathered into your arms; you drain the oxygen from their body, causing them to pass out…it’s a simple concept of energy manipulation to drain the oxygen from the blood cells that lie within the living organism. It doesn’t work on androids though…so be careful.”
-Second week-
Dynammo was in the ring once more with the Oni once more. The Triclops shot forward with a knee to the chest of the Oni who just blocked it by putting his arms in the form of an ‘X’ in front of his chest, defending his upper body. As the attack hit, he stood hard, not moving an inch. Dynammo repelled off of his attack, then shot back down, using the illusionary powers of the wolf fang fist technique which showed a wolf pouncing down; each of it’s front paws clutching the two shoulder blades of the Oni which was the Alien Triclops known as Dynammo. Then he went for a counter clockwise throw, channeling energy into the Jin that lied in his two arms as he attempted to lift the Oni off of the ground to throw him.
The Oni then countered this tactic by performing a High Kick to Dynammo’s stomach, which landed and caused him to go flying upwards into the sky, holding onto his belly in pain. As he was shooting upward, The Oni appeared above him with lighting speed and with both fists balled up together, spiked him down with great strength; sending him plummeting down to the ring below.
Dynammo caught his bearings and landed in the ring on his hands and knees, the tiles he landed on cracked upon the sudden impact. The Oni then floated down smiling. “Now do you want to tell me what you did wrong? I’ll tell you anyways: You were so busy trying to throw me that you left yourself open. Which is a common mistake with fighters today, they don’t even know they make mistakes…so next time, don’t leave your self open when attacking. Countering is better then attacking, Intercepting is better then assaulting young Triclops.”
Dynammo smiled. “Very well, shall we do this again?” The Oni says. “No…today we focus on your mind. They both walked towards the tower. Witchdoctor opens the door and both warriors walk in, Dynammo is escorted to the spiritual chamber and is told to sit cross legged where the pentagram is on the floor. Suddenly as he sit cross legged and meditates, the Astral Crystal Ball above him starts to glow and soon Dynammo’s mind and soul are pulled out of his body and into a trial plane…
The area was now set, a field in a remote valley. The area was unfamiliar to him, but it was a pleasant sight. The sun felt warm, and so real he thought he was back outside, like he woke up under his tree, and nothing had happened in the last few days. That was upsetting, the thought of all this wasted effort, but he was sure he was still inside, he wasn't asleep when it changed from room to field. He had never woken up to himself standing in the middle of a field, so this had to be the simulation again. Nothing had ever felt so real though, perhaps that was the problem. This was too real.
If he were to fight another Oni perhaps that would be both enjoyable and challenging. If the man fought back this time, that is. It wouldn't be much fun, or a challenge for that matter, otherwise. Anything short of standing there and taking attacks would be more challenging. Dynammo still pondered the man's tactics, as if he thought it'd actually work against someone stronger than him. What a fool, Dynammo thought.
Still waiting for his opponent, Dynammo stood in the middle of a simulated field, one that was soon to be used for battle. He could only question what would be his challenge, some say they faced their biggest fear. Dynammo scoffed at the idea. The only thing he feared was himself, he'd been growing so excessively he couldn't help it. He was now, he believed, stronger than any person he'd ever met this far. With a few exceptions perhaps. He was unsure of their progress, but he knows he was stronger than them, when he faced them, that was for certain.
Confident in himself, and having no fear of anything he could possible face in his mind, he was prepared for whatever the Pendulum Room threw at him, or so he thought. It was less than reassuring whenever a shadow man began walking towards him, Dynammo knew what this was. This simulator had recognized his fear, and made it a reality, this was his greatest fear, though not a substantial fear, the greatest by default. Now that it had happened, it was something he wanted to do. If this shadow figure indeed was him, and reacted like him, and grew in battle like him, then this would be extremely interesting. This excitement was one he hadn't felt since he had achieved the right to carry the Vibranium Sword which he receieved as a gift from his father Dr. Howa.
The shade grew closer, and Dynammo began being able to pick more out about it that he was sure was himself. He carried a blade like Dynammo's Vibranium Sword, his hair outline appeared to be the same as his. Who else could this be? There was no question, this was in fact a reflection of himself, or more so a silhouette. With a crack of his knuckles and a roll of his neck, Dynammo felt himself to be ready for this encounter. The only obstacle he'd have to do, is make moves that he'd be unable to react to, if this was truly like him. He'd just have to wait and see. The shadowy figure grew closer, and Dynammo grew more excited, but as well, more ready. It was sure to be a hell of a battle, one on one against himself. He couldn't think of any more fitting test.
The shadowy figure now stood just a dozen feet away. The air was calm, and the world seemed silent. He wasn't sure if talking to himself would be crazy or not, but he'd rather not appear that way. Instead, he'd much rather take action against himself, though it was surely going to be an interesting battle.
Dynammo stepped forward, testing the shadow's reaction time. Quite instantly, he readied himself for a strike. Very good, Dynammo thought, it'd be a shame if it was inaccurate. A smirk grew across Dynammo's face as the thought arose. Without warning, Dynammo rushed at the shade, and it rushed back, likewise. Throwing a swift punch at the figure's head, it ducked, and threw one back aiming for Dynammo's ribs. Attempting to sidestep, Dynammo was still grazed by the punch. It was strange, this shadow seemed to be quicker than himself. That would prove to be a problem if he wished to stay in melee range.
Dynammo pushed at the shadow and flipped backwards, attempting to get out of range for the shades agility to play a major role. Though at a range, the shade could dodge, it wouldn't affect a counter attack. Dynammo cocked back his hands, gathering energy. The shadow jumped at him, forcing him to fire the beam early. It impacted the shade as it made an attempt to strike at his face, but it managed to cover itself for the most part. While the beam didn't appear to do much damage, it may have taken something out of it. It may have been enough to tip the scales, but for now that was not foreseeable. The shade appeared to recover quite quickly, and launched it's own attack. The shadow drew back one hand and began gathering Ki, Dynammo took notice and drew back both of his. The shade was going to perform his flaming torrent technique, he could tell. He planned to negate it. Dynammo's hands began to glow with the Orange of the Ki, signaling it was ready, as he brought both hands forward, the shade brought a single hand forward, while pulling its other back. Dynammo unleashed a Double Ki Wave, a technique that would do much danage, that was for sure. The fiery red blast was quickly muffled under the rippling energy and pure power behind the dual beam Dynammo fired. The shade was engulfed in the energy, it was overpowered.
The smoke of the impact exploded in the earth, filling the air around the shadow. It seemed at first that the shade had been completely overtaken, and perhaps killed. This was not the case, however. When the smoke cleared, the shadow stood, only a bit hunched over. It was truly stronger than him, perhaps in every sense. One thing that it could not simulate, was Dynammo's ability to adapt. Pulling his Vibranium Sword from it's holding place on his back, Dynammo began to run towards the shade. The figure was pushed back by the blast, a good thirty or forty yards. In response to Dynammo's actions, the shade pulled out its Vibranium Sword as well, and ran towards him.
Dynammo made the first move, he swung high, and the shade parried, then went for Dynammo's legs. Dynammo blocked with the Vibranium Sword, sweeping the shaded Vibranium Sword outward, trying to make an opening. Dynammo thrust his sword quickly at the chest of the shade. Blocked! The shadow figure managed to block with the blade of it's sword. A maneuver that would have required a great amount of dexterity. An impressive feat in the eyes of Dynammo. Impressive, but how could he not be, he was after all, a more advanced version of himself. Dynammo smirked, seeing the progress he was soon to make. It was an exciting feeling, that by the time he left the Pendulum Room, he may be as inept as the shade. Who wouldn't find that exciting?
Dynammo raised a kick into the ribs of the shade, surprised to make contact. He followed up with a Vibranium Sword swipe at the head, but the shade ducked again. Shame, really, he hoped it would knock him down for a second. It was a dream that was quickly shattered. The shade swung it's sword into Dynammo's ribs, it was a quick shot and it was unexpected. Dynammo exhaled, releasing a storm of red Ki blasts. They extended far enough to surround them both in the field. A dark liquid ooze into the earth from the shade, Dynammo assumed it was the figure's blood. It was a good start, a spill of blood, but this match was only beginning. This was far from over, that was clear. By the time this was over, Dynammo had a feeling he'd be facing a stronger opponent than he'd ever seen.
Thought the shade was now bleeding, it neither gasped, nor breathed heavily. Perhaps it was unable to speak, but silence or not, Dynammo wasn't backing down now. This shadow figure was going to get a real taste of Dynammo's abilities, starting with his ability to adapt. Knowing now that this shade had his same techniques, and was a bit stronger than him, he knew it was going react the same way he would in the situation however. So he'd have to lure it into an attack, but what could he do? There was the possibility of him forcing a barrier, where he could use the cloud of smoke caused from him blocking with it to shroud another Double Ki Wave, but would the shadow expect this? Or was it just crazy enough to work? It was a better shot than anything else he could think of. He didn't have all day to think of his next move, so he'd have to go with it. It was better than fighting off an onslaught of blows for an hour, waiting for another opening to expose itself.
Dynammo rushed the shade, engaging the more speedy shade in melee combat. He threw a few punches, and swung his Vibranium Sword a bit. It wasn't a full on attempt, it was a setup for a further combo. After he felt that the shadowy figure was ready, Dynammo jumped backwards, kicking at the shades face as he sprung backwards with a flip. He readied his left palm, filling the air with the smell of burning oxygen. As he thrust his left palm forward, his right palm came back. The left palm released a burst of violent Ki that danced like fire. The shade had indeed used it's barrier, Dynammo could see the solid wall of red energy through the breaks in his flaming torrent. He alternated palms, thrusting one forward, then drawing back the other. He repeated this action until there was a substantial amount of smoke filling the area.
Then it was time! He could initiate his attack he planned to use to surprise the shade. Dynammo cocked back both palms again, the space around his hands filled with Orange Ki. Just as the smoke was about clear, and he caught a glimpse of the shade, he released his attack upon it. The orange beams screamed through the air, smashing into the unsuspecting guard of the shade. It look as if his plan had worked, the shade fought hard but was overcome with the raw energy of the blast. The shade toppled in the beam as Dynammo released. Dynammo was more than happy, he was overjoyed with the results. He didn't actually expect this deceitful plan to work in the slightest.
The shade laid in a smoking pile in the dirt. The earth beneath him, scorched. The shade made a coughing motion, but it made no noise, just expelled more of the ooze. Dynammo was sure this was it, he was sure the shade was finished, and he made this known. Dynammo cockily strode over to the side of the figure, looking down at it with a smirk. He was well deserving of the right to be cocky after that combo worked.
"I should have expected this, but I guess I surprise even myself!" Dynammo said with a laugh, looking down at the shade "You know, this was a real hard thing for me to know, like an internal fight between me and myself." Dynammo added, what a bad pun. But as he saw himself the victor, he found it his pleasure and felt he had the freedom to do so. If not, was the shade going to stop him? Shut him up, perhaps? He thought not, unlikely after sustaining that blast.
It was very unexpected when the shade raised a hand, as if to beg for mercy. Dynammo was disgusted, mercy!? Not it the Meta Triclops vocabulary. Dynammo wouldn't have it. "Please, save yourself the humility." Dynammo said, almost wanting to spit down, but he was caught with a single handed Crusher-meha-meha to the face. The beam burst from the shade's palm, tossing Dynammo into the air. He was stunned, shocked, but also, proud. Proud that he hadn't given up, proud that he began deceiving, even on the brink of death. That's not something Dynammo thought he would done. His plan had worked, he still had the upper hand.
Dynammo hit the dirt hard, but he wasn't that concerned with it. He knew it was going to happen, and hell, might have been able to stop it if he had thought about it. However, the short bit of pain would give him motivation to get up and rip this shade into pieces! Dynammo quickly rolled to his stomach, then pushed himself up to his feet. It was not time for him to kick the bucket, but time for him to kick this shade's ass. The shade struggled up to it's feet as well. Dynammo pulled his Vibranium Sword out in front of himself. He was ready to strike again.
As they got closer, Dynammo swung low, and was blocked by the shade's Vibranium Sword. Of course he expected this, it would be foolish not too. He swung high and the strike was ducked, the shade then swinging for Dynammo's ribs, but he caught the strike with the Vibranium Sword, stopping the blow. He then brought his knee up, across his body, only to thrust it downward into the shade's chest. It fell backwards, dropping it's Vibranium Sword. Dynammo picked it up, now holding both Vibranium Swords. This was going to be a deadly combo. Dynammo dropped his grip to just above the bottom of each Vibranium Sword, and shortened them to about three and a half feet in length. They were wielded like two long swords. The shade was sure to be in a world of trouble now, but what would Dynammo do with these two Vibranium Swords? He wasn't sure yet, but it was going to be clobbering time for now, the shade being the one getting clobbered of course.
Rushing at the shade, Dynammo swung wildly at the shade, contacting it with almost every strike. This was unexpected, he thought the shade to be more agile, but it was understandable, the injuries that it had accrued had likely slowed him down. Dynammo quickly grew tired of the idea of dual wielding, and would rather eliminate the shade's Vibranium Sword from the battle altogether. He smacked the shade across the face with his Vibranium Sword, then turned in place, making a full 360 degree turn before launching it into the air. The Vibranium Sword went far beyond the range of mountains far in the distance of the battlefield.
Dynammo smirked as the shade turned around, having watched where the Vibranium Sword went. The shade acted more than displeased with what he did, for it began swinging wildly, which Dynammo parried with his Vibranium Sword. It was a way to add insult to injury, but what was the shade going to do? It couldn't leave the battle to retrieve the Vibranium Sword without Dynammo stopping him. Thus left his only choice to stay and fight without it. Dynammo could likely match up to him and overcome him at melee range.
The shadow figure remain resilient, as Dynammo would in the situation. It kept attempting to swing at him, but Dynammo quickly swatted away the blows, and returned a few of his own. The shade swung a kick at Dynammo's feet, he jumped the blow, and swung the Vibranium Sword down on top of the figure, knocking it onto it's back. Dynammo swung at it again, the shade raised it's forearm to block it. It writhed in pain and rolled over, attempting to stand to it's feet.
"Oh no, I don't think so." Dynammo said, swatting at the shadow figure's ribs, collapsing it into a pile. It was weak and didn't appear to be able to fight back much longer. However, Dynammo wanted to milk this fight for what it was worth. He rolled the shade over onto its back, Dynammo kneeling beside it. Grabbing the silhouetted collar, Dynammo punched at the figure's face, over and over. The shade sprayed it's black, blood-like ooze onto the dirt with each strike. He continued to punch it until he felt that it was over. The shade lay in the dirt, and Dynammo stood the victor. He was thought he was relatively unhurt, but he was running on adrenaline. As he winded down from the battle, he began feeling the stings of the blows he received, even his face burned from the single handed Crusher Meha-meha he'd taken without warning.
All this remained as a simple reminder of what he had accomplished. Nothing scarred him, so he held no trophies from the encounter, but he did feel accomplished. He had beaten his greatest enemy, himself. Though perhaps a bit cliche in retrospect, it wasn't like an internal conflict where his 'emotions' weren't agreeing on something. This was a literal battle with himself, and exact copy, with the only difference being that the copy was a silhouette of himself. He meditated on what he had done, what he accomplished. He had managed to defeat himself, at some state in the future where he was a bit stronger than now. When it was that he was that much stronger? He was unaware, and he didn't much care. He was only going to reach that level to later surpass it! What difference did one step on the ladder make if it only meant that he could reach the top without it?
Witchdoctor promised that this session would be an incredible boost to his abilities, but perhaps it meant something different. Dynammo didn't much like the mystic types. They always said one thing and meant another. What Witchdoctor meant was that upon completing this trial, he would be willing to train Dynammo, in turn, making Dynammo even stronger and more talented. It wasn't that he hated the idea, but that he hated that Witchdoctor wasn't straight forward. It felt like Witchdoctor had something to hide, so he didn't come out and say what he meant. However, Dynammo could not be too upset, he had just pulled off a great deception.
He showed promise, but what was his true destiny? He was told by some that he was to become a great hero, later down the line. But were they simply seeing what they wanted to become of him? Or were they right? Perhaps there was something down the line that was unforeseeable that would change the line that was going to alter his path entirely?
Whatever was happening in the distant future, Dynammo saw great things in his near future, and he didn't need to use a crystal ball or a time machine to tell that. Fact of the matter was, he was destined for greatness, and for excellence. He would surely continue to impress allies, and conquer oppositions as he continued his journey as a great warrior. He would continue on and hold high regards in this lifetime, and in the afterlife. He wanted his name to be carried down throughout history, so that he was talked about, long after he was gone.
Soon Dynammo returned to the earth realm, his mind and spirit much stronger now from the training and more appreciative of Witchdoctor’s methods. He walked over to him and smiled. “Thank you,
Week 3 Dynammo stood at the foot of a volcano which was located on Wonder Island, The Witchdoctor Oni three steps ahead of him. “What are we doing at the foot of an active volcano?” he asked, his voice conveying a certain tone of worry. The Witchdoctor didn’t respond immediately, instead letting his student sweat it out.
“It’s simple, really. Your power have advanced to a point where I’m comfortable giving you this one last bit of training. Survive it and I’ll consider you having completed your training and you’ll be a master of the Pro Wrestling And Brawling Style of martial arts.”
Immediately the younger being caught the word survive. “This is going to be something really dangerous, isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, and no. Your powers have improved to a point where I think you’ll be more than ready to face a force of nature. Think back to your previous training and sparring sessions and you’ll be on the right track, though you won’t be dodging the volcano. You’ll be taking on the lava from this giant rock with your ki and your ki alone. If you can survive the imminent eruption without getting fried in the process, you’ll not only become more powerful, but you’ll also have a respect for the power it requires to survive in a world of people trying to outright kill you.”
The ground beneath them began to tremble and Witchdoctor smiled slightly as he turned around to look at his student. “Alright, Dynammo, you’re ready to begin. Fly up the mountain and stay above the crater until the eruption ends. You can move around if you have to, but if you leave the rim, you fail.”
The Triclops sighed and closed his blue eyes for a moment before readying himself mentally for the challenge ahead. He breathed deep and let his power flow through his body for a few moments.
Witchdoctor smiled and said, “You probably want to go up to full power to do this, and yes, that includes taking on that transformation you learned. “
Dynammo immediately looked taken aback by his words. “Yes, I know about your transformation. After all, you let out quite a bit of ki the first time you achieved that form. Since then you’ve kept it under wraps, but I can only assume that much of an increase in power means you can achieve a form very different from your current one.”
Dynammo spoke up, “There’s no way you could have known just from my ki. You’ve been spying on me.”
“Well, yes… sort of,” the old master admitted. “I won’t tell you how I know, only that I do. It’s important that you don’t hold back for this trial. You’re going to be tested to the full extent of your power, don’t let the fact that this is a mere force of nature let you think that you can get by without effort.”
Dynammo nodded and focused on his ki, looking deep within and unlocking his chakras, allowing his full energy to spike. He forced his energy output above and beyond his normal maximum and could feel the bones and muscles of his small body straining with the effort. As they strained, they grew in size. Dynammo screamed out, gnashing his teeth together from the strain, and finally collapsed to both knees as he felt his power exponentially increase from the transformation. He was no longer 5 foot 10 but now 6 foot 2. His tanned skin was now brown and he was more muscular.
He opened his eyes, the ice blue orbs that were his eyes focusing quickly. He stood slowly and let himself feel the power coursing through his body. “This could get quite addicting,” he said, a small smile on his face as he looked down at his master.
“I would imagine so. Not only has your size more than doubled, but your power is increased as well. Your power has grown to a level that surpasses even my own with this form. If you’re capable of such a transformation, why didn’t you use it on me when we were wrestling?”
“I didn’t want to overpower you, I was more interested in gaining self mastery through training and experience, power isn’t everything you know.”
Witchdoctor seemed to be in shock at those words. “You can transform further than this?” he asked, his sunglasses hiding the look of awe in his eyes.
“I will be able to if I continue to refine my power. It’s not exactly easy, forcing your body into a shape outside of its original form. It’s not that painful in fact,” the Triclops responded, rubbing his neck. “It would be a huge help against something as fearsome as a molten rock spewing mountain.”
Witchdoctor nodded and motioned for him to head up to the mountain. He went up the mountain with a fire in his heart. This trial by fire would prove to be hard to overcome, but Dynammo was confident that his power would be enough to pull it off. A small smile crept across his lips as he thought about it. This was the end of his training with Master Witchdoctor, and he’d barely been training for a few months. This was going to be the shining jewel of his life, the day he graduated as a master of the Witch Craft Style.
The heat was intense. If Dynammo’s power had been any lower, there was a chance he’d have been burned alive. “Thank you, Master,” he said under his breath. Witchdoctor’s advice to go to his full power had probably ended up saving his life, since the outright toughness of his body had been increased, and burns were now much less likely to occur.
The boiling pit of lava beneath him seemed almost ready to spill over the top, and Dynammo hoped and prayed that was all it would do. However, his hopes were soon dashed as bubbles began to form on the top of the molten rock, and then started popping, causing plumes of smoke and lava to rise high into the air before splashing back down into the pool below.
“If this is only the start, I’d hate to see what this volcano would do once it finally erupts,” he said to himself. He then shook his head and said, “I should really stop talking to myself so much. People will start to think I’m crazy.”
Of course, this little joke got him to chuckling, and he nearly missed having his tail singed by a plume of lava. Scowling, he turned around and pushed his energy out of his arm violently, unleashing a rather large Ki blast and pushed the lava back down into the volcano.
“Well, that’s was so-“
Suddenly, sulfuric gas began to leak rise up in black columns of smoke, causing the air to become increasingly inhospitable. The Triclops looked down at the fountains of red hot liquid below and gulped.
“This is going to be a lot harder than I thought…”
As if on cue, the mountain began to crumble and erupt in earnest. Ki volley after ki volley went out from his hands as he tried to combat the rising and falling lava, but little did he realize his ki blasts were actually causing the lava to become more unstable, more dangerous. That much energy being fired into the mouth of a volcano at once wasn’t fighting it back, it was actually causing a chain reaction that would cause the large mountain to explode outward and possibly destroy miles of land.
The lava continued to climb and Dynammo finally decided to meet it head on. Extending his grasp with his telekinetic powers, he began to push the molten rock over the cusp of the rim, and kept it as far away from himself as possible.
He cringed as more lava began to come up behind him, and with a single wave of his unused hand blew it out of the other side of the rim. He had not come this far to be fried alive, not even by a natural force that few beings in the universe would have the power to combat. He hoped sincerely that he was counted among this number.
Something strange began to happen, then. Storm clouds began to gather overhead, though they were being held back by the sheer strength of the heat coming off of the volcano below. Of course, being the master strategist that he was, this gave Dynammo an idea. He had used the storm clouds to channel energy on accident before when he was training his speed by dodging lightning, so perhaps he could use his ki to purposely channel lightning, use his ki to redirect it, and force the skies above to open up with a torrent of rain.
If there’s even a chance I can pull this off, is could help me immensely in fighting off this eruption, at least enough so that I gain a small edge. Use one force of nature to even the odds against another.
He allowed his ki to flare out as large as it would go, and just like during the last storm, his body became a living conductor for the electricity contained within the clouds, though this time he opened the chakras along his arms and released the blast that hit him through his hands, aimed right back at the cloud.
As the energy reentered the cloud from whence it came, the cracking sound of thunder came once more, splitting the young man’s ears, and rain began to fall, fighting back to sulfur fumes and the lava below.
“And now I have a fighting chance!” the Triclops screamed in victory. He unleashed a volley of ki blasts upon the lava below, smashing that which did come up against the rim of the volcano. As the rain began to pick up in ferocity, the lava seemed to cool off slightly before turning back into heated stone. His plan was working. As unlikely as it was, the plan he had come up with to keep himself alive was actually working. It was an absolutely amazing display.
He finally decided he had finally had enough of this and raised one hand above his head, summoning forth all of his energy into the point directly above his index finger. This time, instead of the little ball of light that would eventually turn into a beam of ki, a large ball of crackling red energy formed above his head. The move his mutated cells boosted in his mutated form which was stronger then it would be had he been in his normal form. The Crusher-meha-meha: The ball variant of the attack, was hoisted high in the air, though Dynammo had no intention of using it to destroy a city or village.r.
He tossed the Crusher-meha Ball Variant downward into the rim of the volcano, and just as it was about to hit the boiling lake below, Dynammo pierced through it with a sharp Ki Laser piercing through it and causing it to instantly explode. He watched with a smile on his face as the explosion reached out and up, clouding the entire volcano with its blast. The blast was well contained, though, never spilling over the rim of the volcano beneath.
Rocks began to crumble from on top of the rim and collapsed into the deep pool below. After a time, the crumbling finally managed to bury the entire pit of lava underneath a plethora of rubble and broken rocks. While the volcano was sure to erupt at some point in the future, this day had been won by the Triclops, and there was little that nature could do about it.
He levitated slowly down the side of the mountain before touching the ground and went looking for Master Witchdoctor.
Master Witchdoctor smiled as he saw Dynammo arrive back “Excellent! You did it! You survived a volcano! I had faith in you the entire time!” You have learned how to control your energy better! Now you are worthy of the prize that lies in the tower…it will come in handy seeing as you’re a mutant…i
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:27:48 GMT -5
-month 2-
Dynammo slowly rotated his gaze downwards, taking sight of Master Witch-Doctor's tower after meditating in the skies, concentrating his Ki as well as his Jin.
Most of the time, he didn't complain about all of these boring sessions, and he hoped that this time would be the closing remarks. Unless Witch-Doctor had begun to be more serious than he was simple previously, even though, Dynammo couldn't even feel a slight change of his power. He would appreciate Witch-Doctor himself if he did so. Because, to get stronger.. Dynammo had to suffer.. alot. However, the teen pouted softly, finally his blue colored boots made contact within the sandy terrain of Witch-Doctor's Island, leaving a faint trail of his feet's bottom layer. As usual, he advanced towards the door, knocked silently onto the crimson layer of it. Pausing briefly, awaiting a response. Apparently, Dynammo hadn't realized that the door had opened the second he had knocked. He was just paying attention to the floor, gathering his thoughts for a moment.
".... Dynammo?" The old man inquired curiously, obviously thinking that Dynammo was being ignorant to his fellow master.
"Oh, I am really sorry. Master Witch-Doctor!" He suddenly jumped up in fright, being surprised by the man's speed in reaching the door.
"Get in, there's something important that I want to tell you." Witch-Doctor face angled the hall way, advancing towards the living room.
"Okay.." Dynammo shrugged slightly as he followed with silence, guessing what would his announcement be as he slowly advanced to be seated.
"I've signed you up at a Martial Arts school, that holds a monthly tournament. Your battle will be between you and a master of intercepting fist called Bruce Lung" Witch-Doctor stood, as he looked Dynammo up and down, watching him from beneath his sunglasses.
"Who's Bruce Lung, Master Witch-Doctor?" Dynammo tilted his head a little, wondering for a moment through his thoughts.
"He's a master like me.. that fought Goku when he was younger than yourself." Master Witch-Doctor formed a smirk as he told Dynammo such important information.
"Wow, really?" He expanded his eye's surface, dropping his mouth in surprise.
"Yes, Dynammo... And the tournament's being held today, so we'd probably have to leave soon." A bigger smirk was created across his elderly lips.
"Alright. How are you gonna come?" Dynammo quirked a brow, Witch-Doctor couldn't fly. Was it a mistake to ask? His pupils darted back at the old man, wondering why the smirk had began to form into a chuckle.
"That's not a problem." Master Witch-Doctor burst into laughter, he was obviously beginning to lose control of his crane as it began trembling slightly. Dynammo's eyes expanded with shock as the crane began shaking fiercely and he could tell that the old man could fall anytime.
"We're going by boat." Witch-Doctor said as he struggled a little in standing up, Dynammo was surprised. But not about the fall, he was basically much taller than Witch-Doctor, but of course... weaker.
"Boat? Why can't I just go by flying and you take the boat?" The youth rose another brow at him, he was really strange and had such excuses.
"Because... It won't be very pleasing to spend two hours alone on the sea's surface." The old master ran his hand through his beard, while the other one was busy with the crane. Dynammo had nothing to say, and he was right about his excuses. Dynammo, the fourteen year old boy, had spent thirty days alone in an island. If so, then what would Dynammo have done if he was a man that time?
"Well, let's eat then?" Dynammo smiled brightly, if he was going to fight a master, he'd have to fill his stomach. And should absolutely have some energy to waste.
Therefore, an hour had passed. And Dynammo finished his meal, so did Witch-Doctor. But the teen had no idea why did Witch-Doctor eat as well. As Dynammo advanced to the kitchen, he marched through the hallway and exited the house, leaving the door opened behind him as stood aside. Witch-Doctor trotted outside, and paused just right by the shore's edge. Dynammo observed slowly, as he shut the door. His eyes taking a good view if there was any figure around.
Just a few meters away, a steamboat was coming this way. Dynammo ran to the shore beside Witch-Doctor, as the boat had stopped before them. The teen jumped into it, in an instant he had sat down correctly. As well as Witch-Doctor had done, they have begun their trip.
"Where to?" The fisherman inquired Witch-Doctor, which slowly had been observing the sea's surface.
"World's Martial Arts Tournament." Witch-Doctor said.
"So, are you up for the Tournament?" Dynammo looked up to recognize the speaker. It wasn't Witch-Doctor's voice, so apparently, it was the fisherman.
"Yeah." Dynammo nodded slowly, as he paid attention to the crystal surface once again.
"Who're you competing with, then?" The fisherman eyed Dynammo, pausing his face at a good point so he would see what's in front of him, and observe the teen at the same time.
"Well, there should be many. But at least I know Bruce Lung." Dynammo concluded the event, as he noticed Witch-Doctor was silent since they had moved, half an hour ago.
"I've heard that somebody will be disguised as Bruce Lung, but I don't have a clue who might that be." The man looked down at Dynammo, the words forced his face to meet the fisher's. He looked with surprise as he observed the silent Witch-Doctor again.
"I've never knew that." The young boy awaited his arrive, as he watched again the beauty of the ocean.
Dynammo watched the wilderness before him, the boat had passed by many different islands, yet, there're many still to come. He leaned his back, as he was extremely bored. While he could see that the fisherman as well was too, at least he had something to do. But Master Witch-Doctor, Dynammo could tell he was enjoying the "beautiful" scenes, apparently from the smile that hadn't departed him since they had left his house. Dynammo, would probably ask him once they return, but obviously. He didn't realize that he was going to understand what was hiding behind that immortal smile.
The teen was unconcerned with any battle he was going to face, he had encountered ones where death had almost met him. He pouted gently as he leaned his back into a pure meditation, he closed his eyes and gradually suppressed his power as good as it seemed And he would probably unleash it once he had to, just not when he had found a foe in front of him and he would erupt like a volcano.
He should probably ask anybody before he takes any stupid decisions, doesn't matter who could be the one who answers, though. Perhaps, Witch-Doctor might just be the right response for him. No clue, particularly. However, he opened his eyes slowly once again, realizing that they had neared the supposed island. He scanned his surroundings with confusion, how was there only half an hour left to arrive, now it's roughly fifteen minutes? Maybe, meditation was a good method to prevent from feeling the present time, oh well. He knew he would fight many people, but Bruce Lung may be the most interesting between them. From what he could tell, he would spar two times then meet up with Bruce Lung if he won the previous ones.
It'd be pleasing for him to win the tournament, especially for his father that had lost the same battle. But he'd do what it takes to prevent any assault to make contact with the crowd's seating. It may injure or even kill people. And hell, why does he have to take such a risk for winning a tournament? From that moment, and he decided not to use any Ki attacks. Only if he had to, though. In spite of, from his guessing there were only 10 minutes left. But his eyes shown him, a shore. What was it?
"Alright, we've arrived." The fisherman said, jumping off his boat and landed into the island.
It was the tournament's island, really, thinking was a perfect way to prevent boredom.
"Let's go, Dynammo." Witch-Doctor leaned into his crane as he stood up, of course with it's support.
Dynammo leaped off the edge, landing roughly a good 2 meters away from the boat. So did Witch-Doctor, but definitely not 2 meters. Perhaps 1 or less. That wasn't the concern right now. Currently, he had to wait for his announcement to enter the battle arena. Witch-Doctor handed a few coins to the man, but the fisherman refused to.
"I don't need those, I prefer staying and watch the fight." The man chuckled as he advanced from them. Dynammo watched with surprise, he was a gentle, polite man.
"You go, Dynammo. I'll be sitting between the crowd." Witch-Doctor stood with his crane, as he nodded with an expression of a smirk, that's supposed to be a smile. It was awkward though, but the teen got used to it since he met him. Witch-Doctor was very old, he could be described as if he was in the 30's. While actually, he was 600 and a few years.
"Alright!" Dynammo took a quick shortcut buy his running, immediately arriving at the awaiting court. There were many bulky, gigantic people that were shape as muscles and a head. Nothing else to be said, if one of those arms landed into Dynammo. Then he is done for good but he could still tolerate many pains. However, as Dynammo took a seat. An old man entered, similar to Witch-Doctor in many ways. The same looking beard, those old creepy eyes. And almost the head and body's frame. Only there was hair, unlike Witch-Doctor. It was obviously Bruce Lung, he seemed to be old and fragile to these people. But Dynammo could signature all of the limitless power inside the man's genes.
Two spars were already finished and it was Dynammo's time to show up onto the arena. From what is left from the competitors, there was a man, that seemed more like an Assassin than a warrior, whom had a hood over his face, the teen couldn't even see what was behind it. While another one was very bulky and muscular. Looks like that the bulky man would be an easy one, while the other Assassin. Would be actually a challenge, he could tell. And the last one, the old man that he had seen previously which was and still is similar to Witch-Doctor in many things.
However, he could hear the World's Tournament Announcer's voice in the distance. "Now, we have two more competitors! Please take place at the court!" The announcer's voice was heard through the distance. The bulky man, he had noticed a while ago exited and entered the great arena. Dynammo stood still for a moment as he noticed a voice beside him.
"You're Dynammo, right?" The teen about faced the voice's source, there was a staff member talking towards Dynammo.
"Yeah." Dynammo said, as he stood up his height.
"Then it's your turn, get out there!" The member pointed outwards to the exit, Dynammo paid attention at the pointed spot and took a soft breath as he followed after the opponent. Despite the roar of the crowd's cheers and shouting that had suddenly ended as soon as Dynammo appeared in the court, a massive pile of blood rose to his cheeks from embarrassment. They were probably thinking that this "Dynammo" would be a man, a muscular man that could be spoken about as of a Martial Artist. In that case, his ears could catch various whispers of people surrounding him. Yeah, he would be absolutely grateful to Master Witch-Doctor.
"So are you going to start, kid? Or are your feet too scared to come?" The bulky man rose his tone into laughter, it had angered Dynammo slightly, but he easily controlled his eagerness in shutting the man's mouth too quickly. The youth advanced before the larger man, he stood quite straight. As the crowd's whispering vanished away from his hearing, it was like as if he muted everything and focused on his duty.
"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!" As soon as the announcer shouted, the crowd's roaring returned to action. As there were many cheers, shouts and whistling. Dynammo activated his guard on, as the heavier man raced at the teen. For a heavy, bulky man, he had such speed. Dynammo was fully focused on the man's legs and arms. He could see the man's fist covering his sight. In an instant, Dynammo managed to block the punch by his hand that stopped the fist from reaching him. Although, his hand was much smaller in size, he could break it anytime he would feel like. But that was a too serious action for a tournament.
The man expanded his eyes in shock, same for the crowd's cheering had ended as they soon have realized what happened. But apparently, the man formed a smirk as he thrust another fist towards his waist. But eventually failed as Dynammo held both of his hands. To him, he was slow like hell, and was such a weakling. At last, he won an excellent chance to assault the opponent, as he bent his legs slightly then jaunted them up into a flip while they were completely crooked. Just before he returned his feet to land onto the ground. He immediately, stretched his feet to kick them into the man's chest then shot backwards and safely landed standing.
The man's legs eventually almost had failed him, but he managed to control balance of himself the crowd's roaring returned, fortunately it was towards the teenager, not the adult. A smirk was created across his lips, as his eyes were still narrowed. He was cool, and everything went very simple.
"Why you..... GHAAAAAAA!!" The man threatened the Alien Triclops, Dynammo turned the smirk into a frown. Holding his fists before him, as it was ready to punch. The man ran at Dynammo, just like a giant ape chasing after him. But, not this time. He just repeated the same man's actions with such agility, he was much faster than him and he had enough distance to do his movements. Dynammo took a jaunt forwards, without falling onto the floor. No, instead he was floating above the tiled floor as he soared at the man without using his aura. The teen instantly landed an uppercut to the man's chin, sending him away into the air. Unfortunately for him, he landed his back onto the outer area of the arena, which was the grass. While, fortunately for Dynammo.. he won the fight. "HE'S A RING OUT!!!" A bell dangled beside the announcer's position, the crowd's roar was higher than ever. Dynammo chuckled lightly, as he rubbed the back of his head, standing in the middle of the arena.
"That was quite easy."
"So.... you think you can win this fight? You really think you have what it takes to beat... me?"
Dynammo eyed his silent opponent, as a sentence voiced through his hood. The bastard was mocking him, but he should not underestimate the black hooded stranger. By what of it seems to be like, that man is apparently experienced in such fights. After all, he could barely sense any power of him, but that technique is already known by Dynammo, he surely had plenty within him. They were just hidden, unless that man was a fool who had no clue who was he dealing with.
"I know I can win this.."
He attempted to encourage himself of victory in this round, but a pause interrupted the beginning of the quarrel. However, the half-Alien Triclop stood patiently, awaiting a starting assault from his opponent. As it seems, the stranger was doing the same. The crowd were not roaring nor cheering this time, instead, silent was conquering the scene. Not an inch was moved by a creature between all of them. Yet, he knew he would be fooled if he didn't move right now. Either way, he never realized that his enemy started the battle.
Dynammo quickly took sight of the hooded man floating in midair, the teenager's eyes widened with confusion. But as he realized that the man was charging a beam, Dynammo activated his guard on. Watching with caution as the man's finger began generating a puny sphere that began to increase in size over time. A smirk was formed as the beam rushed towards himself, he immediately bounced backwards to escape the place where a massive dust took place. Dynammo bent his knees over the tiled floor, an inch of his eyelid hid a quarter of his eye's surface area. Quickly boosting himself in a straight line for a hopeful strike into the man.
His fists connected to the man's cheek, successfully managing to tremble the opponent of balance and begin pummeling his fists into the target's stomach. Dynammo could notice that the target was suffering too much, he had no choice but to finish it now. Dynammo clutched his palms together, forming a powerful method to strike the man even harder. He retreated them back and sent the pair of fists onto his head. Sending him in a collision of flight towards the ground. Another gigantic cloud of dust rushed by the arena, shreds of bricks and dirt were thrown by the Alien Triclop.
"You'll pay for this.. YOU'LL PAY!"
A voice rampaged from within the faint dust, however the dust began to circle the man and suddenly vanished as the man's blue aura flared up. He realized that the man's power had exceeded his, but that was no where near Dynammo's full power. Which had assured him in the end, that he's going to win this fight. A noise of ki took everyone's attention to the source, Dynammo watched as two golden ki balls gathered upon the man's palms, a scream erupted as he lunged both of the moderate sized spheres soaring at the teen.
He expanded his eyes as his brows rose, a drop of nervousness trickled down the side of his face. He crossed his arms the moment they would have smashed his face if he didn't block the attack. Impressive, that the attack was much powerful than the man was. It even slid him a few inches away, the dust cleared away as the faint lines of burning were drawn over his crossed arms. The youth was standing in the same blocking stance, slowly recovering from the impact and returning his arms to their normal position.
"Wow, you're really strong. But this time, it is for me to power up!"
A white electric bolt began to circle the teen's frame, instantly blowing his hidden powers into a bright white aura. He could hear the crowds around him gasping with fear, they had pretty much never encountered such battles. He cocked his palms beside his waists as a golden ki ball gathered in his hands, instantly sending a dozen ki blasts at the man. A fiery explosion sent the broken tiles into every direction. As the explosion relaxed and calmed down, he smirked at the fainted man, as it was not yet his full power but it was enough to knock him out.
Another fight of Dynammo's took place, against the Assassin. As Dynammo claimed, he was more of a challenge than he could imagine but fortunately it was victory for Dynammo at the end. His feet were trembling for eagerness to fight Bruce Lung, almost in a minute he will. But he was very impatient with such conditions, he had to stick with himself only for a minute. However, the minute passed quickly and Dynammo immediately approached his position in the arena. The man had already did the same and the fight is about to start in a second.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! It is finally the final round of the World's Martial Arts Tournament! Who will win? We will soon find out! LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!"
The Announcer's voice shouted with excitement, followed after by the roaring of the crowd. The youth glared at his opponent for a moment, without even realizing that his enemy was half an inch away from him, it collapsed him as his legs bent with shock. With a combination of shock and confusion, Jackie's attack went through Dynammo. It was the After Image technique, but if so. Then where is exactly Bruce Lung? Dynammo's eyes met a pair of fists that smashed down his face. He was instantly sent below the tiled floor, creating a cloud of dust around the scene.
Dynammo's eyes twitched as he didn't manage to move at the same exact time, it was quiet a strong strike but the teen luckily happened to stand on his feet again. He slowly rubbed off the blood from his lips by the back of his hand, without even letting his opponent have a chance to continue his attacks. The Alien Triclops pressed his feet into the small crater's terra that was created once Dynammo collapsed onto the same spot. And quickly boosted himself forwards, hoping to land a punch into his target's face.
The opponent stood still, without even yanking a feet or arm. Suddenly, without Dynammo's sight could recognize what had happened. Something blocked his fist from continuing, it was Jackie's hand that stopped his punch. The teen's eyes expanded with startle as he never imagined quiet a strong opponent.
"You'll have to do better...." A whisper escaped the man's lips before Dynammo met another strike into his belly, his back bent from the incredible impact. While he stood frozen, his mouth opened and his eyes widened. His pupils had almost vanished from the pain, no wonder that Bruce Lung had victory in his fight with his dad.
The teen tried to hold the pain for later and attempted to thrust a kick to his enemy's forehead. Luckily he succeeded in doing so, as Jackie went in a flight but ended up floating with a grin over his face instead of a frown. Dynammo collected his breath for a moment, his shoulders rising and lowering every pant that entered and exited his mouth. There was absolutely no way that he was going to win this quarrel. But he'd definitely do his best still.
Chun took a boost into midair, his hands were collected together as they were pointed towards Dynammo. The half-Alien Triclops watched with confusion, before he could even raise a brow a dozen of yellow spheres rained down over him. Another cloud of dust was formed around him, happily, most of the attack went around him. But one or two of the balls had made contact with him. Dynammo had to use ki attacks this time, or else he would be toast if he encountered one of those again.
Before the dust had cleared, the teen quickly cupped his two hands to his right hip, a red aura coming about his body as he gathered energy. “Crusher-mehameha…” Immediately, after generating enough energy. He thrust his arms forward, his palms fully flat and together facing the opponent as the red energy wave ripped towards his enemy's considered spot. Somehow the wave was suddenly blocked by a second one. The Turtle Hermit Wave was already launched at Dynammo.
Dynammo's struggle was losing terribly against the Kamehameha wave, his boots began sinking deep into the dirt below him, forming yet another smaller crater next to the previous one. What the heck did Witch-Doctor think of him? Dynammo predicted that this wouldn't end up as he hoped so, if the Alien Triclop thinks he would stand a chance against such Earth Champions, he must fill his free time into training. As bad as it seemed, he drew a weak smirk as he was about to get wrecked with the wave.
Before he could know it, the Crusher-meha-meha wave attack was devoured by the blue wave's incredible force, vanishing the yellow wave from existence and continuing straight into Dynammo. The last thing that he could see before the impact had made contact was a bright blue flashlight, which sent him almost five stories beneath the sea level. The last and most giant rack of overcast dust was formed, this time, it never cleared out so quickly. After all, he had already realized the little chance of owning victory.
Maintaining access to lift an eyelid, finding his weakened body fixed on a couch inside a familiar room. He detected the several bandages and plasters that obscured numerous minor wounds and a few major ones. Glancing around himself, his sight stumbled upon a silent Master Witch-Doctor. Taking a moment for himself before he could learn the reason he was in this current state. However, the old man approached, placing a hand on his crane and setting the second one behind his back as usual.
"You did well at the tournament. I am proud of your hard work." He said ruthlessly.
"Thanks...." Dynammo grasped Witch-Doctor's phase, which was as well in a vulnerable state. Just not as much. Another thing was that the mark that was left stamped into Jackie's face by Dynammo's kick, was additionally on Witch-Doctor's face. Aimlessly, his mind went into a flashback where he could compare the resemblance between Jackie and Witch-Doctor. Another proof of his suspicious thought about him was the fisherman that mentioned somebody was being disguised in Bruce Lung. It was then Dynammo was fully certain that Bruce Lung was after all, Master Witch-Doctor himself.
"Master Witch-Doctor, why didn't you tell me that you were Bruce Lung!?" He shrilled with frustration, as his back ached once it departed from the couch's soft cotton. Applying him back to settle down. It all explained why was Jackie so powerful. The youth furrowed his brows and shut his eyes. Grunting with agony, as the old man flattened his palms and chuckled in a troubled mood. It was rather amusing that Witch-Doctor feared many people, who he could finish them with only a blow.
"I'm sorry! I just did that so you wouldn't be afraid of fighting me!" Witch-Doctor squealed, his elderly raspy voice buzzed the room's silence.
"Well......Sorry for shouting at you.." He pouted softly, overlooking at another direction shamed on himself.
"It is fine, Dynammo... Tell me, is it okay if I send you into one last trail before you're the master of the Turtle Hermit Style?" Witch-Doctor silently swallowed, apparently wishing for the answer to be positive. Dynammo collected his thoughts for a moment, finding no issue on doing so. Although, he did know it would be the hardest and most difficult trail of all four, he would gladly agree.
"Yeah, that'd be good!" He chuckled with vivacity, always approving challenges, especially immense challenges, not only random ones.
Dynammo, I assume you are hungry?" His old and dehydrated lips twisted into a smile, the word "hungry" had suddenly cleared Dynammo's thoughtful mind, as his mouth watered about the cerebration of food.
"Yes, please!" Dynammo cheered with extreme excitement, impatiently twitching from awaiting his beloved meal. Dynammo had always been known for turning into a happy, yet silly child once he sees or determines food. As he could smell the pleasing scent of scrambled egg and the pork's soup, he almost slipped from the couch due to his unwary physic, fortunately gaining access to manage himself back onto the couch. He burst into laughter as he could imagine his stupid look if his damaged torso touches the ground too hard, he would feel great pain arching through his nerves. Silly Alien Triclops always asking for more and more food to be devoured endlessly, without being alert even in combat.
A strong, ferocious race yet too immature when it comes to hunger.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:29:36 GMT -5
-month 3, year 1-
Dynammo was on the great and spiritual WitchDoctor Oni’s Island where his tower stood, listening to his Master. "You have done well, not winning a tournament means you must train harder. There’s an Outpost of human scientists testing saibamen, i want you to go there and warm up on the saibamen. See how far they’ve come with their research. I heard they were colleagues of your father Dr. Howa, The island is to the east. Concider this your training.” Dynammo nodded then, after gathering energy and pushing it out from his feet; shot forward towards the island where the scientists were testing Saibamen.
Dynammo was then greeted by a mechanical android who was floating in the air. "You, your Dr. Howa’s mutated son, I'm a guard for the scientists of metropolis city who are researching alien and saiyan technology.." Dynammo smirked. "I'd like to see the progress and breakthroughs they’ve made."
Dynammo and the Mechanical Android landed in front of the capsule outpost and walked in. Some Mechanical Androids meet them, "So you found someone for the field test, take him to the sparring room."
As Dynammo was directed to the sparring room, he wondered when night would come. "Now we made some breakthroughs here, we have 3 new saiba men, one bronze, one silver and one gold." It said over the speaker, "Now the bronze saiba." A bronze saibaman appeared in the room.
Dynammo readied himself, the saiba shot forward throwing down, Dynammo dodged and when he found an opening launched a energy punch to the saibaman's face. The saibaman flew back a bit and Dynammo checked his fist wondering how tough these saibamen really are. He then gathered energy but jumped as the saibaman launched acid at him. He dodged and faded from view and refaded behind him with an axe kick to the back.
The saibaman put his arms as an X over his head to block the attack. Dynammo repelled off him while gathering energy and fired a twin blast at the bronzed saibaman, the saibaman got hit as he blocked, smoke came all about the saibaman. Dynammo shot through the smoke with a flaming knee to the chest of the saibaman who spat up blood and dropped to the ground, the saibaman then spat out a ki blast from his mouth and Dynammo deflected it back to the saibaman who got hit and was down.
"Wow, that was the weakest of the saibamen we have, now we're sending out the silver saibaman who is 5 foot 6." Another saiba comes out all silver. Dynammo replenished his energy and took a defensive stance. The saibaman shot forward with rapid punches which Dynammo blocked while attacking.
They then shot back and Dynammo was charging energy. The saibaman shot forward throwing kicks and jabs which Dynammo was blocking, then he preformed a front kick which winded the saibaman and yelled. "Wolf fang fist!!"
He shot forward, a wolf then appeared claws forward as Dynammo started kicking the saibaman numerous times in his chest, then a wolf's mouth went for his ankle which was his hand, he then slammed the ground 5 times with the silver saibaman. He then threw him up into the air, and darted to where he was going to fall and with his fist, made him fly again with an uppercut.
Then he volleyed the saibaman as he fell again and faded above him and attempted to spike him. The saibaman got hit and fell to the ground on his back. Charging some energy, he shot down, his fist flaming with Ki as he landed a critical blow on the saibaman. He then stepped back.
The silver saibaman began to glow and got back up. "Wow your tough." Dynammo shot forward, using twin finger strike to hit the saibaman but he was countering with his claws. The two fought hard until Dynammo found an opening and shot his twin finger strike to his shoulder which caused massive pain to the saibaman.
He then grabbed the saibaman and began to headbutt it, he kept going until blood was on his head. The silver saibaman died from the brutality of Dynammo Crusher Dynammo, a man came into the room and took the two dead saibamen for study and went back to where he came from, Dynammo replenished his ki as the speaker came overhead. "Wow, now the golden saibaman, you might wanna power up for this."
The golden saibaman appeared and Dynammo sensed it's energy. (Wow, it's strong...) He then gathered his energy and began to transform, his height increasing from five foot ten to six foot two as well as his skin turning from being caramel tanned to full out brown..
The saibaman shot forward and Dynammo jumped up a bit and sent 4 kicks to his chest and a flash kick to the chin, he then cupped his hands to his hip, gathering energy real fast and launched a kamehameha at the saibaman.
The kamehameha ripped towards the saibaman who blocked. An explosion was heard and as smoke came about the saibaman, he shot down with a punch for Dynammo.
Dynammo dodged to the left and headbutted the saibaman in his side. The saibaman was hurt but not beaten. Dynammo readied himself for the next attack, the saibaman then fired a ki blast which Dynammo slapped away.
Dynammo then ran at the saibaman launching punches and kicks which the saibaman took while blocking. Knowing this wasn't going anywhere, he preformed a sweep and kicked him up into the air. He then put his hands in triangle shape aiming for the saibaman and launched a tribeam which hit and an explosion was heard.
The saibaman fell to the ground blocking. He got up only to get a knee to the face and a karate chop to the throat, the saibaman coughed a bit and was wobbly. Dynammo fired a ki wave from each palm at the wobbly golden saibaman who was too weak to block. As the blast hit a scream was heard from the golden saibaman as he dropped to the ground, weak and beaten. "That's it!" The voice over the speakers said. "Your worthy of training
Dynammo Crusher was resting in the recovery room and woke up prepared to train. Dynammo Crusher got to his feet in his boxers, put on his camo green training gi and wrist guards along with his red sash. He then placed on his boots which was like Goku’s and donned his red clip on sheath with his vibranium sword resting within and walked toward the open sparring room where he was greeted by a training android which looked like a brown seventeen
The training android shot forward with a barage of kicks that Dynammo Crusher slapped away, he then ducked a kick and went for a low sweep which made the training android flip back onto his feet. Dynammo Crusher faded behind the training android and launched two ki waves, one from each hand at the training android. One of the blasts was weaker then the other so he frowned. "Fuck!"
The training android ran forward and suddenly became transparent, the Ki attack going through the transparent image that was the training android. It thenlaunched an elbow to the face which Dynammo grabbed and while in his grasp, spun around to the back of the training android and got it nto an arm bar.
The training android wrestled out of it and palm striked Dynammo Crusher, sending him flying in the air. Dynammo Crusher decided now was as nice as any to try it out again. So with both arms thrusted towards the training android, he launched two ki blasts at the training android, he sensed that the Ki attack wasn’t equal in strength. The blasts hit the training android and he lied there on the ground, arms crossed as he blocked.
The training android then spun on it's back, getting back on it's feet as Dynammo Crusher came down with a drop kick from above. The training android blocked it, Dynammo Crusher flipped back off the kick and landed on his feet. He then adopted a stance, a violet aura with violet sparks of electricity comming from about his body.
The training android rushed forward as did Dynammo Crusher. The training android threw a right punch which Dynammo Crusher ducked and from behind, preformed a flaming kick to the right side of the training android where his kidneys might be.
The training android then flew towards the wall spinning. Dynammo Crusher faded towards the left flank of the training android and spiked it to the ground, it bounced off the ground and Dynammo Crusher dropped a knee to the training android's stomach. He then headbutted the training android three times and quickly gathered his Jin into his right arm and launched his right arm forward towards the training android head, landing a strong right jab to the face of the training android.
Dynammo Crusher then faded off and floated above the training android and thrusted his two arms forward with his palms out, launching a kiblast from each hand. He then sensed that his Ki attack was that of equal strength. The training android spun on his back again and blocked the attacks.
The Droid stopped and Dynammo bowed using his honor....
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:30:49 GMT -5
-month 4, Year 1-
Dynammo was sleeping soundly in his large bed that lied within the Oni Witchdoctor’s tower before the resounding knocks on the door awoke his. He groaned softly and pulled his hands down his smooth face. Remembering quickly that He was in on a remote island. He was certain of what this was about. The knocks came again, louder this time. He shifted his body upwards and place his feet over the edge of the bed so that his heels rested upon the floor. He pushed off of the balls of his feet slowly as to help himself stand, mutating his body so his Camo green Gi would come about his body,
***when he first got mutated*** As Dynammo placed on his green training outfit along with his boots and wrist guards, Dr. Howa spayed a chemical agent on his mutated son. Afterwards he spoke. This agent I spayed allows you to change the color of your martial arts Gi. All but the wrist guards, you can buy weighted wrist guards if need be. You can also change your clothes from martial artist to civilian wears; you can experiment if you wish.
***Present**** “I'm coming for Pete’s sake!” ;He flung the door open to find a hysterical woman standing there, his hand still raised as if unsure if I had really answered the door or if He was imagining it. Tears had obviously been falling from his eyes for many hours, his shirt and face were drenched with the salty substance.;
“Come, come inside and tell me what troubles you so.” ;He moved aside to let the woman in his home, He had been trying to speak but the tears choked his voice and He could not. He had a seat out for the woman at his kitchen table and moved to the kettle, turning on the stove to heat it quickly as He waited for the woman to begin.;
“It was them again, Sacred Triclops.” ; the woman managed to choke the words.
“The Demon’s Choice?” He questioned, receiving a subtle nod from the woman. The kettle hissed and He removed it from the heat, turning off the stove. He poured the hot water into two cups and set teabags in both. Placing one in front of the woman and one in front of himself.;
;The human minions of the late demon king were the newest problem to Penguin City. This was a medium sized group of men that went around threatening people and torturing civilians. They all had the insignia of the Demon clan worn as tattoos somewhere on their bodies and He found it to be quite tacky and distasteful personally. They were said to be led by a very powerful martial artist that was a servant of the demon king but no one had yet to see him. Though this was the last straw, whatever they did they had attacked these poor people far too many times. He would find this leader and He would have his head himself. The civilians of this town had suffered far long enough under the reign of this amateur.
“What did they do this time? Please, at least enjoy your tea and calm your nerves.” His voice was evened and mellow when He spoke to the woman, putting every ounce of care He had into it. He watched the female drink some of his tea and slowly begin to relax into the chair. This made Dynammo smile as the civilians trusted him
“They... they took a child from one of the villages.”; The shock was still thick in this woman’s voice.;
; Standing on a very thin edge, the smile on his face quickly becoming a scowl as He tried not to let the woman fear his but his blood boiling at the thought of them taking an innocent child from one of the villages. They had no right taking that kid and He vowed then and there to get them back, no matter what it took, including if He had to sacrifice his own life.;
“I will find the child and rid your people of this nuisance, you must go home and rest now and trust that you are in good hands.”
“Thank you, Dynammo. I told them you would help us, I told them all you would go and find our boy.”; The woman hugged his softly before He left, closing the door behind his and making his way down the road.;
; Dynammo gave his head a slight nod then moved into the kitchen, placing a few food items into the backpack He would carry before He moved to his front door. He took one last look at his home and closed the door, locking it securely behind his.;
;He walked to his informants home which was not far from his own, knowing if anyone could tell his where to find the man He was after, it would be him. Arriving at the stone path that leads up his home He knew he would be watching from his doorway, already having sensed his presence. As He made his way to the door He saw that He had been right, as he stood in his doorway wearing only a pair of blue jeans and a friendly smile.;
“Ah, Dynammo. My dear old friend, do come inside.” He had moved aside to allow his entry.;
“Siren, thank you for your kind welcome my friend. We have business matters to discuss.”;He smiled warmly and made his way into the home, sitting down at his kitchen table, knowing he would want to get directly down to the business He began his story.;
“There is a man that runs a gang around here called Demon’s Choice. Their leader is supposed to be a martial artist and I intend to kill him and end this civilizations suffering. Any clues on how I may find him?”
“Indeed my sweet, you may find him at the top of the hill within the village, he has a private home nestled on the lake that is guarded by only two men as he assumes no one knows the whereabouts of his home. ” He had always had a soft spot for his, and flattering as it were He had never felt the same. The mischievous grin on his face always tended to give his a slight chill.;
; Standing from the seat He was in He wrapped his arms around the man in a warm embrace.; “You understand if I do not stay for lunch my friend, I must go rid the land of this man quickly as he has a boy that I need to retrieve as well.”
“Of course, please, by all means find him and if you need help, you know where to reach me.” He returned his embrace and He knew he meant every word of that. He would jump at the chance to defend his and destroy anything in his path.;
He smiled sweetly to him before taking his leave from his home and beginning the journey towards the lake he spoke of. Praying that the child he took was this, for if he was not He would have to wait to kill him until He knew where he was.
Each bit of land He passed was lush and full of life. The grass was so green it would almost look fake to outsiders. He smiled to himself as He made his way, knowing He would have to take a break to eat eventually but He had a long journey ahead of his. One of the people He passed along an alleyway seemed weary of his, staring at his and muttering as He walked. This was not normal of the people living here, they were all very welcoming and that made his nervous. However, He showed no fear and continued to walk.
He walked for many hours and sun had started to set behind his. He found a spot beneath a tree overlooking the land. As he sat underneath it, he could see the home of the resident. It would be a good spot to watch for the young boy that had been taking, pulling binoculars from his bag He placed them to his eyes and watched as He then took bread and cheese from that same bag and began to nibble on it while taking in his Intel.;
;It did not take long after the sun had set completely and He was surrounded by darkness for two black Lexus' to appear in the drive, He watched contently from his hidden space as men began to pile out of the vehicles, a small boy was with them, his face covered by a hood and He smiled, knowing he was the boy that was taken and the worries of before were gone. A very large man answered the door after a few moments of talking and grabbed for the boy. Pulling the terrified child inside without another word and closing the door. The other men climbed back into their cars and left in silence.;
;He watched the home for hours with barely any sign of life, and indeed had only seen two men constantly guarded the place, a light in one room was the only one that kept going on and off, He assumed this was the leader who resided here. The Triclops then shook his head at the ignorance. He would attack at first dawn after a few hours rest. Putting his things back in his bag He lent his back against the trunk of the sturdy tree and rested his eyes in a very light sleep.;
;He woke with a start at the slamming of a door, it was not quite dawn yet but would be within the hour. Grabbing his binoculars He peered down at the home through sleepy eyes, his vision clearing swiftly. It seems one of the guards was leaving to run some important errand and that only left one to defend their leader, now was the time for his attack. Quickly putting away his binoculars He began to make his way down the hill at the back of the home, making sure He was not detectable to the naked eye as He got closer.
He slipped his way in through an open window, making no noise as He headed for the basement of the home, checking every door on his way for sounds of life. He was sure the boy would be tucked away downstairs. Hearing footsteps around the corner in front of his He smashed himself against the wall. The guard would not see his until he was right on top of his. The footsteps got closer and closer; He made a move to pounce but quickly stopped when He saw a small, scared boy in front of his. He put a hand lightly over his mouth and pulled him to a room, locking the door.
“Do not be afraid young one, I am here to help you. I want you to leave his, get out of this house and run to the tree at the top of the hill. If I do not come for you within an hour’s time, run. Do you understand?” ;He spoke very quietly and waited for the boy to nod his response before shooing him from the room and waiting until he had climbed out the window to continue his advance on the home.;
;He continued to head towards the basement, sure this would be something of use for his this. Finding the door that lead down into that basement He opened it cautiously and made his way down the stairs. He saw barrels upon barrels of wine and beers when He reached the bottom.
“Imbeciles.” ;His eyes widened with delight as He realized how simply indeed this would be. He quickly began to open the barrels one by one until a dozen or so was open, He tipped them over onto the floor so the much flammable liquid spilled out. Grinning to himself as He grabbed one of the barrels and cut a small hole in it, dragging it up the stairs, alcohol spilling from the hole in a line as He made his way back to the window. He never saw the other guard, nor did He see the martial arts leader but He knew they were there Climbing out the window He pulled a lighter from his pocket and flicked the zippo lighter. Lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply, He stood for a moment to smoke the stick of tobacco.;
; The single guard came walking down the hallway when he smelled the smoke from his cigarette, seeing him He let a large grin spread across his face as He flicked the cigarette out and dropped the still burning lighter onto the line of alcohol. It erupted into flames and began to make its way through the home. Seeing the look of panic on the guards face before He took off at a full run for the tree where the boy was. It had not been an hour so he was there when He reached It.;
Taking no time to stop He grabbed his arms and drug him along behind his until they heard a very loud bang. Even as far away as they were the force of the explosion still knocked them forward. He heard the screams of the men He had been after and knew that they would be dead within moments. He ran with the boy behind his until He was back in the town.
Sensing where the woman who came to him for help was, he gathered his energy while holding onto the child and shot forward with amazing speed, jumping off of cars and buildings but not even leaving as much as a footprint on what ever he landed on. Soon he reached the woman’s house and stopped at the front door; this being the home of the woman who cried that her son got kidnapped. Dynammo Crusher knocked on the door and the woman answered. As the door open, she saw her child and smiled. “My baby! You brought back my baby!! Here! Have a reward!” She then took the baby and put him in a crib that was in the living room. She then went into her purse and gave Dynammo a wad of zenni for his troubles. The Triclops bowed and waved goodbye as he headed back to the Oni Witchdoctor’s Island for more training.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:32:27 GMT -5
-month 5, Year 1-
The WitchDoctor Oni Hermit and Dynammo were outside when the Oni looked at Dynammo all serious. Concerned, Dynammo spoke. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking
“Nothing. I want you to survive there, on your own, for 30 days.” He laughed, looking back out over the ocean.
“Is that it? That’s my next quest?” He asked him, not really believing he would send her on such an easy mission.
“Being alone on an island, with no one to talk to, can drive anyone mad.” He said, not looking at her.
“Like someone else I know…” He thought.
“But the kicker is, you need to live as a human. No powers.” He said, and He looked at him disbelief.
He was a Alien Triclops who had been taught to battle and bred to fight. No powers… that was completely unimaginable to her.
“What?” He asked him, standing up, looking at the old man’s face, he was deadly serious. “But… but…” He began but he stopped her with a finger on her lips.
“As soon as you land, you may not use your powers. I will be able to tell if you cheat.” He added, looking at her shocked face.
His three eyes were stretched as wide as they could. How would He do this?
“No powers at all, not even an air boxing match?” He asked, asking if her usual stress relief counted.
“Nothing. No flying, no ki balls, no powering up. Zip.” He said to her and He sighed.
Surely this had a reward. Surely this old man had a method to his madness.
“All right…” He agreed.
“You need to survive for one month. Helter, water, food, fending off the wildlife.” He explained, walking off.
“Do I at least get rations?” He asked as he walked into the house.
“No.” he seemed a bit harsh.
“Okay. I’ll do it.” He said, sitting down on the deck chair.
“After 30 days, I’ll come get you.” He said, stopping at the top of the steps.
“If I don’t forget where it is. Hehehe…” he laughed, walking into the house.
Early the next morning, He got up and said goodbye to Master Roshi, who gave her a map to the StoneSkin Tropics. He took it and flew off, hoping He would pass this test.
He flew for a solid hour, not stopping once and when He found a grouping of islands, He stopped and checked the map. He had flown past the crescent moon shaped rock outcrop a good 20 kilometres ago. This was StoneSkin Tropics. He looked at the map and saw that Roshi had circled a certain island on it in red. No doubt He had to go to that one.
“Well, here it goes.” He said, flying down to that island.
He dropped down, stopping just before hitting the ground. He looked back west, towards Roshi’s island. Would he really know if He cheated? No, He needed to do what her master asked her to do.
He landed and looked around. It was a typical tropical island, not too big, but also not as small as the Witch Doctor Hermit’s island. He heard the calling of monkeys up in the canopy as He walked into the thick jungle. He was getting nowhere quick, so He stepped back and held up her hand, getting ready to send a blast down. A small white ball of energy formed in her palm and He sighed. The ball dissipated and He grabbed the nearest vine, pulling it down.
“Damn it!” He shouted, making her way through the jungle.
He broke through the jungle into a clearing and saw a pool of water. The source of the pool as a waterfall with clear running water.
“Water, check.” He said to herself.
He collected some wood and built a small Helter, using the wood and vines that He colleted from the jungle. He found a sharp rock and baHed it against the cliff until it was sharp enough to cut. He grasped it in her mouth as He climbed a palm tree and sliced through some leaves, watching them as they fell to the ground. He dropped down, making sure to not use her flying ability, and collected the palm fronds, and dragged them back to her camp. He put them on top of her Helter, overlaying them so they made a solid roof.
“Looks good and dry…” He said, leaning against the framework.
Next He needed to find food. He heard the monkeys calling again and He headed off in that direction.
He found the group of Howler monkeys, eating peacefully up in the tree tops. He took her sharpened stone out of her belt and looked up at the little monkeys. He stood up and got ready to throw one when He saw a little baby clinging to the side of the one He was aiming for. He stopped. He couldn’t kill a mother who had a baby. He sighed, He was so hungry, and hungry like only a Alien Triclops could be.
“Hang on…” He thought, looking up at the fruits they were eating.
They were monkeys, like her, essentially. What they were eating, He could eat too, in theory. He went to the base of the tree and began climbing it, up to where the monkeys were sitting. They looked strangely at her, as if to say, ‘Hey human, what’re you doing up here?’ He swung her tail out at them and they almost realised He was like them, and carried on doing what the wanted. He looked down into the heart of the palm and saw they were eating some kind of fruit. He reached down and pulled one from the heart and looked at the monkeys, they weren’t eating the skin. He skinned the fruit and got to the soft orange fleshy part and looked back at the monkeys, that’s how they were eating it. He brought it up to her mouth and bit into the fruit and chewed.
“Sweet…” He said, taking another bite.
He collected some of the fruit and few coconuts and climbed down from the tree, heading back off to the camp. He got there with enough time to find wood and attempt to make a fire. This would probably be the hardest part of all.
He laid two pieces of wood down on the ground, with some fine coconut husk on top of it. He put a stone under that, to the one side, making sure the ember would get enough oxygen. Then He built her fire, ready and waiting for the little orange ember that would keep her warm tonight. He began rubbing the sticks together, and again, and again. Everyone He had ever seen do this, made it look so easy.
“Damn it, why’s it not working?” He said, sitting back.
He looked at the rocks and wondered if they would make sparks. He got up, made her way to the other side of the pool and pried a pair of rocks off the side of the cliff. He walked back to her camp and sat down, sitting close to the fire.
He banged them together and they made a spark. He smiled and held them over the husk. He banged them together and He sparks flew into the dried coconut husks and they began to smoke. He out the stones aside and blew into the husk, and the fire burst into furious life. He picked it up with the two sticks underneath and took them to the fire stack. He placed the burning mass in the middle of the pile of wood and kept blowing gently on it. Soon, it was a roaring fire. He sat back and smiled. He had everything He needed for the night. He opened a coconut and drank to the victory of making this far.
***a week later***
Dynammo awoke in his cave. He got onto the ground and with his hands close in the form of a triangle, began to perform diamond pushups. Sweat pouring off his body due to the huminity of the island. He went up then down. As he went down, he held the position for a few moments, sweat pouring off of his forehead, dripping off his face and soaking the ground. He then pushed himself up and continued this routine for a good ten minutes.
After this session of training, he was hungry so he left his cave. Suddenly as he walked out of the cave and entered the Jungle, a gorrila came and threw a hard punch into Dynammo's chest which he blocked, sent flying into a tree. Dynammo repelled off the tree and preformed a hard punch to the gorilla, a roar was heard as Dynammo's fist hit the gorilla in his heart, causing it to explode from the stress and died, Dynammo took the dead gorilla to a cave where he found some wood and stone. Dynammo used a skinning knife he found in the cave to get all the fur and skin off of the gorilla, until there was just meat. Then he made a fire and cooked the meat, eating it happily. "This is easy," Dynammo said. "And it tastes good too." After eating the meat, Dynammo went outside to see what he could find. He then found a tree with bananas on the branches. As Dynammo walked towards the tree a Lion pounced on him. The young hero then kneed the lion in his stomach, sending him airborn. Dynammo then climbed the tree and took most of the bananas. He then came back down, the lion wheezing hard from the knee. Dynammo punched it in his head, killing it. He then went back to the cave and skinned the lion, cooked it and continued to eat.
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Dynammo woke up and began to jog through the wilderness, watching the scenary and nature. Monkeys were in trees and raptors were close by chasing him. "Yum, bbreakfast." He said to himself as the 3 raptors came forward. The first raptor went to bite Dynammo who preformed a roundhouse to his face, causing the first raptor to hit a tree, breaking his teeth and broke his skull. The other two came after him and our Young hero jumped into a tree. The raptors looked for him. Suddenly Dynammo came down, nailing the second and third raptor with each one of his palms. crushing their brains and making them die. Then a T-rex came out of nowhere and ate the raptors. "Hey! that's my breakfast!" The T-rex ran after Dynammo who repelled off of trees and nailed the T-rex in the chest with a hard kick, causing the T-Rex to stumble back. He then shot up and uppercuts the T-rex in his chin, causing him to fall back and become unconscience. Dynammo grabbed the tail of the T-Rex and pulled with all of his might until it broke off. Now our young hero has breakfast, he went back to the cave, made a fire and cooked the T-Rex's tail. Eating it with a side of bananas.
**********20 days later**********
Dynammo took a bath in a pond, washing his hair and skin so he'd be cleaned. Suddenly a giant fish jumped up and almost bit him! Dynammo preformed a high kick and sent the fish flying out of the pond, and onto a tree. He then put on his clothes and went into the tree to get his fish. But a Teradactal grabbed the Fish and flew off. Dynammo jumped up into the air and held onto the tail, climbing onto the creature and punched it numerous times in his back until the dinosaur decented into the trees, dropping the fish. "Sweet, Dinosaur meat and sushi." This was thirty days straight in the forest, and he was having fun. He took the dinosaur and the fish to the cave and realized that he didn't have any wood. Leaving the food there, he went to get wood. This was achieved by punching trees and karate chopping the ones that fell from the punches. Soon he had enough wood to last awhile. He went back to the cave and made a fire by using rocks to make a flint. Now with fire, he ate his dinosaur meat and sushi which was good for him and very tasty.
-now leaving the forest-
Now finished his training, Dynammo gathered his energy and returned to the Witch-Doctor Hermit’s Island. He felt stronger and more tougher, surviving the wilderness seemed to have empowered him somewhat.
Happy with the results of his master’s training, he gathered a emerald green aura while he was flying normally and flew full tilt back to his teacher’s island to await more training.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:34:27 GMT -5
-month 6- -year 1-
Dynammo Crusher was meditating on the shores of the Oni who had the title ‘Witchdoctor’ when he suddenly was interrupted by a voice in his mind which broke his meditation, there's a Demi-Human causing trouble on Metropolis Island. He’s killing off his own kind, a nice big fat reward to the one who defeats this Human. He then replied mentally as he recovered his mind body & spirit, getting onto his feet and becoming steady & solid alright, i'll take care of it. Dynammo Crusher then began to sense the energies of Metropolis City. There was no sign of dropping powerlevels or ki turning violent. Regardless, he gathered a Emerald Green aura and lifted off from the shores of the Witchdoctor hermit’s island and went full tilt towards Metropolis Island where his father srayed. Worried about his dad, he pushed more energy into his flight to get to his destination even faster.
-now at Metropolis Island-
Floating overhead of the technologically advanced city, he suddenly dodged a ki wave that was launched from a rooftop. As he found the place of origin, he spotted a humanoid lifeform. But he coulden’t sense his energy. He then realized it was a android who was guarding the building, also recognizing that this was his father company; Howa Corps Building. He floated down landing on the building and stared at him.
I’ll make you a deal, if you think I’m strong enough, you’ll allow me to see Dr. Howa
The Mechanical Android and Human grinned, "Sure," The mechanical android said. Dynammo Crusher readied himself as the Mechanical Android was gathering energy, Dynammo Crusher shot forward with a thai knee to the chest and two desending karate chops to each shoulder. He then repelled off the knee and floated in the sky.
Dynammo Crusher gathered some energy and launched a twin blast at the Mechanical Android. The Mechanical Android blocked as the blasts hit, then shot fast towards Dynammo Crusher and started throwing a barrage of punches which midnight countered by opening his palms and catching the punches, he then launched a knee to the chest, and with his right arm, preformed a spike to send the Mechanical Android downwards.
But the Mechanical Android faded before he hit the ground, Dynammo Crusher sensed it and fired a ki bolt towards where the Mechanical Android was going to deblur. A scream was heard as the Mechanical Android fell to the ground hurt. He then shot down and nailed a knee to the chest. He then picked him up and threw him into the air. As the Mechanical Android fell back down, he shot forward with his right fist to keep him up, then he volleyed him as he fell again, then he faded and spiked him with his two fists to the ground.
As a crater was made from the impact, Dynammo Crusher then gathered some energy in his right palm and then thrusts it forward toward the Mechanical Android, launching a red ki wave towards the Mechanical Android. The Mechanical Android was in pain but wasn't stupid so he put up a ki barrier to block the tribeam. The Triclops martial artist grinned, "Your good, you must be from Dr.Howa’s laboratory ..." The Mechanical Android got to his feet, the barrier faded away. "Yes, i am that good, but what is a three eyed human doing here?" Dynammo Crusher spoke, "Training, i must get stronger every day so i'm here..." Dynammo Crusher didn't want to start a panic
The Mechanical Android then used massive muscle growth to bulk up. The Mechanical Android then shot up into the air with a uppercut which hit Dynammo Crusher and sent him flying. The Mechanical Android faded above him and attempted to spike him to the ground but Dynammo Crusher faded and reblured above the Mechanical Android and preformed an axe kick to the back of the Mechanical Androids head. The Mechanical Android stood there hard, uneffected by the attack.
The Mechanical Android swung his arm to cleave Dynammo Crusher but Dynammo Crusher blocked and used flight to stand hard. He then grabbed the Mechanical Androids arm and hurled him to the ground. The Mechanical Android landed on his hands and knees, He then fired a buster ball at Dynammo Crusher who fired a ki bolt at the attack to cancel it out. He then shot down looking at the Mechanical Android, the Mechanical Android then gripped his right wrist with his left hand, right palm flat towards Dynammo Crusher as he began to charge energy.
He then discharged a destructive wave at Dynammo Crusher who took out his Vibanium Sword from the strap on sheath on his back and with one mighty slash; deflected the blast into the sky.
He then used his free hand and thrusts it forward after gathering energy quickly, launching an invisible wave of ki (A Kiai so to speak) which hit his opponent in his forehead, making the mechanical android spit up some blood and making him wobby and off balance.
Dynammo Crusher put away his Vibranium Sword with the chain on the hilt and ran at the Mechanical Android, dropping him to the ground and gave him 3 headbutts to his skull and multiple shots to his upper body and finished with a punch to the left cheek of the Mechanical Android. He then got up and smirked. "Well that was easy enough," Dynammo Crusher said in a taunting tone. The Mechanical Android bulked down and was going "urgggh" as he got up to his feet, "wow, your strong, come with me to the outpost...we have Human elites that could use a good round of fighting. (Well this killers not gonna come out while the sun is up,) He thought to himself then he replied to the Mechanical Android "sure i'll come with you."
"Well before you go i want you to do me a favor, find the killer of the humans, ever since that news report, non humans have been going berserk..." Dynammo Crusher nods, An emerald green aura appears about Dynammo Crusher's body as well as white bolds of lightning came around the Mechanical Android. "Oh yeah, the namekian Zetta is at the outpost, his low levels really wanna train."
The Mechanical Android said as they both took off towards the outpost. The wastelands were horrible, vegeta could use some renovations. They flew in the air for awhile until they reached the outpost. Dynammo Crusher and the Mechanical Android landed and walked in.
Some Mechanical Androids were there to meet them, "So you found someone for the Saibamen, first we have to test him. take him to the sparring room." As Dynammo Crusher was directed to the sparring room, he wondered when night would come. "Now we made some breakthroughs here, we have 3 new saibamen, one bronze, one silver and one gold." It said over the speaker, "Now the bronze saiba." A bronze saibaman appeared in the room, Dynammo Crusher readied himself, the saiba shot forward throwing down.
Dynammo Crusher dodged and when he found an opening launched a energy punch to the saibaman's face. The saibaman flew back a bit and Dynammo Crusher checked his fist wondering how tough these saibamen really are. He then gathered energy but jumped as the saibaman launched acid at him. He dodged and faded from view and refaded behind him with an axe kick to the back, the saibaman put his arms as an X over his head to block the attack.
Dynammo Crusher repelled off him while gathering energy and fired a twin blast at the bronzed saibaman, the saibaman got hit as he blocked, smoke came all about the saibaman.
Dynammo Crusher shot through the smoke with a flaming knee to the chest of the saibaman who spat up blood and dropped to the ground, the saibaman then spat out a ki blast from his mouth and Dynammo Crusher deflected it back to the saibaman who got hit and was down.
"Wow, that was the weakest of the saibamen we have, now we're sending out the silver saibaman who is 5 foot 6." Another saiba comes out all silver. Dynammo Crusher replenished his energy and took a defensive stance. The saibaman shot forward with rapid punches which Dynammo Crusher blocked while attacking.
They then shot back and Dynammo Crusher was charging energy. The saibaman shot forward throwing kicks and jabs which Dynammo Crusher was blocking, then he preformed a front kick which winded the saibaman and yelled. "Wolf fang fist!!" He shot forward, a wolf then appeared claws forward as Dynammo Crusher started kicking the saibaman numerous times in his chest, then a wolf's mouth went for his ankle which was his hand, he then slammed the ground 5 times with the silver saibaman.
He then threw him up into the air, and darted to where he was going to fall and with his fist, made him fly again, Then he volleyed the saibaman as he fell again and faded above him and attempted to spike him. The saibaman got hit and fell to the ground on his back.
Charging some energy, he shot down, his fist flaming with ki as he landed a critical blow on the saibaman. He then stepped back. The silver saibaman began to glow and got back up. "Wow your tough." Dynammo Crusher shot forward, using twin finger strike to hit the saibaman but he was countering with his claws.
The two fought hard until Dynammo Crusher found an opening and shot his twin finger strike to his shoulder which caused massive pain to the saibaman. He then grabbed the saibaman and began to headbutt it, he kept going until blood was on his head. The silver saibaman died from the brutality of Dynammo Crusher, a man came into the room and took the two dead saibamen for study and went back to where he came from, Dynammo Crusher replenished his ki as the speaker came overhead. "Wow, now the golden saibaman, you might wanna power up for this."
The golden saibaman appeared and Dynammo Crusher sensed it's energy. (Wow, it's strong...) He then gathered his energy and began to mutate, his skin turning from caramel tan to African Brown. The saibaman shot forward and Dynammo Crusher jumped up a bit and sent 4 kicks to his chest and a flash kick to the chin, he then cupped his hands to his hip, gathering energy real fast, the red ball of energy growing violently in size until it was that of a medicine ball. He then launched his attack: The Super Crusher Meha Wave at the saibaman.
The Super Crusher Meha Wave ripped towards the saibaman who blocked. An explosion was heard and as smoke came about the saibaman, he shot down with a punch for Dynammo Crusher, Dynammo Crusher dodged to the left and headbutted the saibaman in his side. The saibaman was hurt but not beaten. Dynammo Crusher readied himself for the next attack, the saibaman then fired a ki blast which Dynammo Crusher slapped away.
Dynammo Crusher then ran at the saibaman launching punches and kicks which the saibaman took while blocking. Knowing this wasn't going anywhere, he preformed a sweep and kicked him up into the air. He then put his hands in triangle shape aiming for the saibaman and fired a red ki beam from within the triangle which hit and an explosion was heard. The saibaman fell to the ground blocking. He got up only to get a knee to the face and a karate chop to the throat, the saibaman coughed a bit and was wobbly.
Dynammo Crusher then gathered his Ki as fast as he could into his arms and thrusts both arms forward, his palms flat and facing the saibaman as he launched a double Ki Wave at the wobbly golden saibaman who was too weak to block. As the blast hit a scream was heard from the golden saibaman as he dropped to the ground, weak and beaten. "That's it!" The voice over the speakers said. "Your worthy of helping us with research anytime!” Suddenly The Witchdoctor hermit spoke to Dynammo telepathically. [i[The Demi Human is in an alley with a child he bribed with chocolate to follow him! Hurry!”
Dynammo Crusher left the outpost and flew all out towards where he sensed the wickedness of the demi human. As he was now transformed, it wouldn’t take him long to get there.
Upon arriving, he then spotted a Demi-Human fighting a child Human so Dynammo Crusher shot down out of his transformation and kneed him in his right shoulder. The killer Human dropped to the ground hurt and Dynammo Crusher ran towards him, knocked him down, then launched three headbutts to the chest, followed by shots to the upper body and a punch to the face. The killer Human pushed Dynammo Crusher off him so the Alien Triclops slanned his left fist into the center of his chest, breaking it.
Dynammo then stood up, starring hard at the Demi-human and overlooking his pathetic flesh, yelling "So why kill the kid?" Dynammo Crusher said to the killer Human. The killer got to his feet, "Because, the earth is going to kill us, people like you and me, we have to show them that we won’t go down without a fight!" Dynammo Crusher drew his sword, "You are nothing but a confused soul, thinking that murder will bring back the peace we all had on this planet!" The Human roared, "What do you know of loss?! what do you know of tragety?! What do you know off..." Before the Human could finish, Dynammo Crusher pierced the side of the Demi-human who fell over.. He then took the child as well as the stunned bodyof the Human killer to the police station which was close by. *** As the Mutated Triclops walked into the police station, he threw down the Demi-human who was the murderer and let go of the child. “Officer, this child was almost killed by that demi-human animal. I’m just trying to do the right thing as a Mixed Martial Artist. Don’t Judge people because they look different, Judge them for what they do.” As he was about to leave. The officer took out a bag of Zenni. “Here’s your reward for capturing this fiend. And you now have the support of Metropolis city, human or not, you are welcome here.”
Dynammo bowed and took the money, flying off to go back to his master, the Witchdoctor hermit.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:36:01 GMT -5
-month 7 Year 1-
Dynammo Crusher was sleeping in his king size bed in his room that lied within the small tower. Puar was in his small bed at the foot of Dynammo Crusher's bed. They were both sleeping peacefully and having a good rest. Suddenly the alarm clock rang. Dynammo Crusher heard this; his upper body raised in the bed as well his knees rising under the covers. He then grabbed the blanket and lifted it so he could get off the mattress and get to the shower.
As he got to the shower which was in the tower, he turned the hot water on and lathered up his scalp with Capsule Corps brand name Scalp Care which really helped him with avoid having dandruff and dry scalp as well as flakes which was dead skin.
Dynammo Crusher let the water run through his hair then with an applicator and body wash, he soaped up his body very well as he got all the areas. Afterwards, he let the shower muzzle run and clean himself off. Now feeling clean and smelling good, he left the shower stall and dried himself off with a brown towel. Then he put on his boxers and went back into his bedroom to get dressed.
Dynammo Crusher went over to a table where he found the green training Gi outfit which came with Gi top and pants, Wrist Guards and boots which were all washed and cleaned by the Witchdoctor Hermit, also they were neatly folded on the table in his room. Also on the table was his Vibranium Sword with the chain on the end of the hilt, the blade tucked away in a sheath with a red strap connected to the sheath that could be clipped on across his chest. He placed them on. As he walked outside he saw the Witchdoctor hermit standing at the shoreline looking off into the distance. "Dynammo, after your heroics on Metropolis Island, you have been granted an exhibition match with a renowned fighter, he’s a famous fighter and he’s in Satan City. So have fun! Remember what I taught you" The blue Oni smiled. Dynammo Crusher then gathered a blue aura about his body and launched himself into the sky and rocketed off towards Satan city.
Flying as fast as he could, he couldn’t make out what was below, nor did he care at this point. He knew where Satan city was as well as sensing the energy of this respected fighter. He sensed the fighter was twice his power level when he wasn’t transformed, a good match it’ll be for him. As he got into Satan city he saw poverty and homelessness. This made the Triclops sad. He never experienced poverty in his life, it was overwhelming.
Soon the Triclops spotted an arena with a rectangular tiled ring. Dynammo Crusher slowed down and landed in the sparring ring where Tang Lui. Was waiting.
The announcer was standing on the outside of the ring, wondering where Dynammo Crusher was, but when he spotted bald Triclops fighter descend into the ring he shouted. "And here’s Dynammo Crusher! A Mixed Martial Arts Triclops who won the right to spar the legendary Tang Lui!!"
The crowd roared with awe as the announcer continued. "He's known for his deadly mastery of the stance that's called the wolf fang fist and his hard iron will to win! He's done a lot of training and even protected a human girl from a beast like demi-human. He’s got heart and muscle! As well as skill, ability and technique! Lets here it for our resident Mixed Martial Artist!!"
The crowd clapped and roared with appreciation for Dynammo Crusher. The announcer continued. "This sparring session has no judges and no time limit; both fighters will begin until one is unable to continue? Who will win? Will it be the Mixed Martial Artist Dynammo Crusher? Or our favorite contender Tang Lui?"
A giant Gong was hit and rang throughout the south city arena alerting the fighters to start the match. The announcer then yelled. "You can begin!!"
"What took you so long? Got scared?" He taunted. Dynammo Crusher just took a defensive stance he learned from Witchdoctor Hermit that showed Jin and energy control. "Let’s go, I got to make up for barely making it in time."
Tang Lui ran forward and launched a hard right to the chin. Dynammo Crusher, who was watching him, slapped the shot away only to be stomped on his left foot. Dynammo Crusher growled and used his right leg to launch a front kick to the gut. Tang Lui flew back a few feet but got back his footing just as Dynammo Crusher rushed forward and launched a flying Thai knee to the chest which he blocked. The tiles cracked a bit from the block.
The announcer spoke. "Dynammo Crusher adopts a stance that is known by all turtle students! Tang Lui comes running with a hard right to the chin only to get it slapped away like a bad billing report! He didn't like it so he stomped Dynammo Crusher's foot! Dynammo Crusher didn't like that folks; a front kick was the remedy to that situation! Now he's flying towards Tang Lui with a flying Thai knee! Wow folks, if this was anyone else, he wouldn’t be able to take that!"
Dynammo Crusher thought to himself Wow, he has a good foundation the mixed martial artist then heard a voice in his mind which was the Witchdoctor Hermit. You think?! This is a famous fighter, not some crook or some bum, your going to have to earn this one pal
Dynammo Crusher then got pushed off and flew back but got his footing and was solid once more. Tang Lui then stood still not moving. Dynammo Crusher was concerned.
He's not moving, what's he up to? Suddenly Tang Lui blurs in place. Dynammo Crusher's senses perked up as a way to alert him that Tang Lui was going to attack from the left flank. So as Tang Lui shot from the left flank with a sneak attack, Dynammo Crusher jumped up into the air, dodging him.
The announcer spoke again. "Tang Lui increased his speed and went for a sneak attack but Dynammo Crusher knew what was up! He dodges and heads to the sky!"
Dynammo Crusher, now airborne; looks down. Tang Lui looks up and brings his two hands together, aiming for Dynammo Crusher. He then fired what Dynammo Crusher thought was a Ki Wave but the difference was it was red and came out of both hands. Dynammo Crusher darts to the right thinking he dodges the attack but to his surprise, the attack followed him. Dynammo Crusher kept trying to out maneuver the attack but it kept following him.
"Oh uh," The announcer roared with his binoculars looking up into the sky watching both fighters as they were airborne, "Looks like Dynammo Crusher's in trouble now! Tang Lui just launched an attack that’s known in the martial arts world as a Double Tsuihikidan, which consists of two waves of Ki that are following Dynammo Crusher like heat-seeking missiles! How will Dynammo Crusher out maneuver those!"
In the end, Dynammo Crusher turned around and after quickly gathering energy in his palms, fired a Kiai-ho from each hand, destroying both of the heat seeking attacks.
Out of nowhere Tang Lui shot up and nailed Dynammo Crusher with a punch to his right cheek. Dynammo Crusher responded with a kidney shot launched with his left fist to his right side which was clenched from the pain he felt from the hit.
The announcer kept looking up. "Looks like Turtle school trains in tactics as well as techniques! Dynammo Crusher uses an invisible blast of energy to stop the Double Tsuihikidan only to get hit by Tang Lui's fist. But our challenger nailed Tang Lui with a hard shot to his right kidneys! Wow folks! What a display of skill and technique! I'd have to say they're evenly matched in strength!"
The Mixed Martial Artist now saw a chance to cause some serious damage so he began to pummel Tang Lui with four hard knees which landed on the center of his chest. He then finished up with an elbow to the back of the neck which literally dropped him back into the ring.
The announcer then jumped up and shouted. "Now Dynammo Crusher's drilling the center of Tang Lui's chest with four hard knees! He'll be feeling that tomorrow!" He then saw the elbow to the back of the neck "Damn folks!" The announcer screamed "Tang Lui's down, He's falling back from the sky into the ring! Looks like Dynammo Crusher was too much for him!"
Dynammo Crusher shot down after him with a knee drop which was descending towards his back. Tang Lui was tired and rolled over onto his back. But as he rolled onto his back, he quickly put his arms in the form of an 'X' across his torso. Dynammo Crusher came down and landed knee first on the 'X', tiles cracking from the force of the landing. He then got up and smirked.
The announcer roar in amusement now looking without his binoculars. "Now Tang Lui has landed in the ring hard on his stomach but just had enough strength to roll onto his back. Wait! There's Dynammo Crusher! He's coming down fast with a knee! Tang Lui blocks and the knee lands! Tang Lui blocks! This is intense folks, only the best with these two fighters"
"So am I still scared Tang Lui?" Dynammo Crusher snickered to himself. Tang Lui then got to his feet and spat to his left. "Not bad," Tang Lui replied to Dynammo Crusher as he whipped the sweat off his brow, "It's been awhile since someone fought me so intensely."
The crowd was roaring and cheering for both fighters. The fight was going well and everyone was on the edge of their seat from the action in the ring.
Tang Lui shot forward and by concentrating the Ki in his arms, started throwing jabs with the speed of a machine gun. Dynammo Crusher put up his fist and started to block with his fists as he came in hard. The Mixed Martial Artist then waited for him to slow down while blocking with his fists.
The announcer roared out loud. "Tang Lui's going hard! He's moving his arms with the speed of a machine gun! Dynammo Crusher's fists are up trying to negate the attack. Since Tang Lui using energy in his attack, the trained Dynammo Crusher is not having any trouble reading the energy and knowing where the fists are aimed. This could be the turning point of the match folks, don't go anywhere!"
Soon Tang Lui slowed down and Dynammo Crusher shot forward and by utilizing the wolf fang fist technique, launching hard jabs that felt like a wolf was jabbing with its front legs on Tang Lui's chest. He hen preformed a brass punch strike after gathering momentum and Ki from moving so fast which felt like two wolves head butting him in the center of his upper torso and gut.
The announcer yelled out. "Wolf fang fist! Dynammo Crusher used his trademark technique on Tang Lui! It was only a matter of time before Tang Lui would run out of gas from punching him so fast. I don't think Tang Lui has anything left. This could be it folks...and for all those gamblers out there, if you bet on Tang Lui you might be going home with broke pockets!"
Tang Lui fell over on his back and Dynammo Crusher jumped into the sky, putting his hands to his right hip and then thrusting his arms downward with his palms flat facing Tang Lui and launched a red wave of energy from his two palms yelling. “This is my Crusher Meha Wave!!” as it ripped from 6 feet high and descended towards his opponent.
The announcer smiled. "And now, Tang Lui's down! He's hurting! Dynammo Crusher's using this chance to finish up this training session by jumping into the air! He's about 6 feet up...What! It looks like the turtle style wave is going to be used! This could be it!" The announcer then saw the thick red wave get launched by Dynammo Crusher. "It’s different from the turtle style wave! From what Dynammo yelled, it’s called the Crusher Meha Wave! This fight is over! Tang Lui doesn't have the stamina to dodge...at best he can block, but can he continue? Keep watching folks!"
Tang Lui was tired but not out cold. All he could do is cross his arms and block the turtle style wave coming upon him. A massive explosion was heard but as the smoke cleared, the famous fighter was barely breathing. The turtle master then landed back into the ring a foot away from the weakened Tang Lui.
The announcer roared in a loud voice "ITS OVER!! Tang Lui couldn’t do anything but block the turtle style wave! He's barely breathing so Tang Lui is unable to continue...Dynammo Crusher is the winner!"
Wow, I should have held back more, aw well. He’s not dead so it's okay. Dynammo Crusher's announced as the winner of the spar and now his face and reputation as a fighter was now known world wide. He took a bow.
The announcer then ran up to Dynammo Crusher. "Dynammo Crusher, you beat Tang Lui, one of the most famous fighters on earth. What do you have to say to the upcoming fighters today and to the many fans you now have?"
Dynammo Crusher replied as the microphone was put to his mouth. "Well I’d like to say this. Train hard, listen to your sensei, always get your spars in, don't be afraid of fights, believe in the heart of your on ability and techniques that you learn, try not to focus on pure energy attacks because as you saw here...they don't always work. Also, have discipline for yourself. Mental discipline, Emotional discipline and Anger discipline. Believe in yourself and you'll go far."
The announcer then took the microphone back. "You heard it folks! Dynammo Crusher! The wolf fang fist master and soilder of fortune. Victor over Tang Lui! Lets here it for him folks!"
The crowd cheered and roared with appreciation for Dynammo Crusher.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:38:09 GMT -5
-month 8 Year 1-
Dynammo' body rolled to the right, his body aching and somewhat sore from skidding across the ring in the basement of the Witch-Doctor Hermit’s Tower. Their battle had been going on for mere moments, he knew that. Yet, it felt as if he'd been fighting this man for an eternity, it felt as if he'd been mired down in every effort to get an offensive going. Every strike had been parried, every blast had been batted aside without much difficulty. Why was it so hard to get an edge up on this man? The Witch-Doctor Hermit was not invincible, he knew that. However, all evidence was trying to make him think the opposite.
”God damn you!”, his voice was more of a growl than anything else as both of his wrists slammed together. His left knee was still firmly on the ground, his right boot planted beside it. He was not about to let himself go out quietly into the night. He would fade after a bang, not a whimper. As his muscles struggled to hold together, black tendrils of energy seemed to mass at his fingertips. This shit was getting ridiculous; he knew he'd been outmatched, but he shouldn't have been suffering a deficit like this. Whereas his armor was broken and battered, The Witch-Doctor Hermit looked like he was in fine shape.
The Witch-Doctor Hermit's body faded from view once more in the distance, signifying the futility of his efforts. Whenever the man faded or vanished, some form of assault had followed it up. He'd proven that. His pattern was easy to recognize, in truth; wait for your opponent to attack and then use his superior speed to counter. So far it'd been working well, and despite the simplicity of it, the former pirate had been unable to find a way around it.
“You sound mad, Dynammo. I thought you were supposed to be the calm one?”, The Witch-Doctor Hermit's taunting voice rose over the roar of primed energy as he reemerged behind him. The Triclops rolled forward now, his body twisting as his back hit the ground. Both legs went into the air as he moved, his hands thrusting outward to meet his freshly arrived opponent. So far, nothing had managed to catch him off guard. All of his blasts had been rebuffed, every single one; he'd fired off everything he could think of. While he wasn't one for repeat tricks, he couldn't see much of a solution in the current situation.
The recoil from his blast sent him sliding backwards along the ground, the top of his usually bed-headed hair flattening against his skull. Meanwhile, the black wave ripped it's way through the short distance between them, bathing the rest of the training room in a grim shadow on it's way to the Oni. Face lacking in any discernible expression, save for the traces of bitter distaste, The Witch-Doctor Hermit's left hand came whipping in from the side, smacking Dynammo' blast against the reflective surface that constituted the walls. He was initiating the second round of a game Dynammo would rather have not played.
Grimacing, the Triclops sprang to his feet, regaining his stance as he kept an eye fixed on the wave of light that was now bouncing wildly from wall to wall. He knew his own attack was still dangerous to him; especially in this scenario. The Witch-Doctor Hermit had clearly charged it with a portion of his own energy in the smack, which was clearly visible in the traces of red light trailing in it's wake. It wasn't often that his blasts were tainted with the power of another; it was an easy distinction to make. The benefit of having a colorless aura was that any changes to it were easier to spot.
Suddenly, a cuirass obscured his vision. His jaw fell in almost slow motion as his eyes flickered upward, locking on to The Witch-Doctor Hermit's indifferent face. Distant indifference: The sign of a true professional. Even when beating the hell out of his own men, he didn't give a shit. The man's fist rose up quickly, a sharp uppercut with a whip-like after effect. The Triclops already had various welts and bruises decorating his body, souvenirs of their battle so far. As the blow rose from The Witch-Doctor Hermit's waist, Dynammo' hands rose in his own defense.
Both hands united beneath his chin, coming together in a cup to reduce the damage of his opponent's strike. While he wasn't owner to a glass jaw, he didn't want to risk the chance that The Witch-Doctor Hermit would shatter it with the same ease. He felt his feet leave the ground as a bee-sting like strike collided with his makeshift guard, and then bounce backward into place. From the look in The Witch-Doctor Hermit's eyes, he was about to strike again, with vicious force. Bracing his body, Dynammo' closed his eyes. He knew exactly where this strike was about to be placed.
As he thought, a hook-like missile sank it's way into his midsection, forcing him to curl forward. In succession of the first, already insanely painful strike, The Witch-Doctor Hermit's body suddenly surged upward. His knee extended toward Dynammo' exposed chin, which had become uncovered after the second strike. It was like his entire defense was falling apart, without much trouble either. The taste of copper and coin filled his mouth as he was rocked backward once more, his body flipping through the air as he struggled to get a grasp on himself. What had he done to deserve this? Well, he'd slaughtered his squad for one...
But no, this was no vengeance force. This was Dynammo’s own fault. He had failed to see each of these things coming. No, he had seen them coming; he had failed to prevent them. Dynammo was more of a tactician than he was a regular fighter. Most would have argued that there was nothing he could have really done. However, as he landed on his ass, he knew that wasn't true. While he had always been an egocentric warrior, he knew that this was his own fault. He would atone for those mistakes now. It was tempting to stare directly at the lights, swimming above him on the ceiling so tauntingly, but he wasn't a dog.
He would not roll over and succumb to the volition of fate. Snarling now, he slammed his fist off of the tiled floor beneath him, while his body struggled to it's feet. He was now missing the entire left portion of his chest armor, and the midsection's plating had been cracked... But his body was still in good enough condition to stand and fight. There was no way he would let himself fall prey to his damage when his body was still capable of going further. Someone could say all they wanted about him, but they'd have been lying if they'd said he was one to respect limitations.
His heart rate slowed as much as it could, while he stared forward at the warrior before him. It was true, the rumor he heard throughout the martial arts world. The Witch-Doctor Hermit's form was one hundred percent unique. He'd never seen anything like it. It looked as if there were holes everywhere, but it afforded him just enough space to cover them without any effort. Now, as Dynammo' dropped into his own stance, his jaw clenched. He needed to remember his training. The Saiyans had acquired their fighting style through years of practice and victory. The Witch-Doctor Hermit's had been created on the fly.
His left fist clenched tightly at his waist, while his right hand outstretched in an open palm position. Both boots were planted firmly on the ground, which, somehow, seemed shakier than he was. Tentatively, he inched forward, the room still spinning as blood rushed from his head to his heart. He had to get himself under control or he was most definitely going to be the most recent accident to occur during a training session. The Witch-Doctor Hermit's eyes narrowed as he watched Dynammo' move, offering the former pirate a foreboding sight before he dropped from view once more.
Hadn't he come from behind, last time? Dynammo' elbow, which had been resting at waist level, jerked back to meet a firm set of flex weave. A 'whoosh' of air shot past his ear, as his eyes closed. He needed to rely on his sense, not his senses. The Witch-Doctor Hermit's body vanished once more, with a solid rapport as his boots slid across the ground. Now that he was focused, not on the shaking in his legs, but on the battle... He could sense the motion. He could feel everything changing and shifting in the air around him. How had he not noticed this before?
His eyes were wrenched open as The Witch-Doctor Hermit's body materialized on his side, fist cocked and face still indifferent. Dynammo' head lowered, letting the blow sail over him, before thrusting his only remaining shoulder guard into his opponent's gut. The force of the strike sent The Witch-Doctor Hermit backward through the air, at which point he promptly vanished for the second time. Face filled with sadistic fury, the former captain regained control of his fate. His open palm shot to the right, releasing a whip-like volley of blows, all of which rained down upon The Witch-Doctor Hermit's guard, like strikes of lightning smashing into dirt.
He had managed to gain pace. The Witch-Doctor Hermit's body vanished once more as a blow almost shot by his guard. Black energy was now rising around Dynammo' in snaky wires, winding their way around his limbs as they formed his aura. Now that he was building up some momentum, he could finally land a fucking strike. It was slowly falling in to place; his confidence and perseverance was finally paying off. Energy amassed in his fingertips as he jumped backwards to avoid the obviously incoming frontal assault. So far, The Witch-Doctor Hermit had managed to fit all of his patterns; he wasn't going to change now.
The energy that had begun to channel it's way toward his fingertips suddenly expanded to surround his entire body, encompassing him within a flaming amalgamation of blackened energy. Both his fists connected together, thumb to thumb in front of his chest as his energy shot forth from them. The heat of his blast tore through the air, coating everything in a massive layer of heat haze; this brought him more than mere warmth. Satisfaction washed over him as the wall of energy plowed forward toward it's target, the unprepared The Witch-Doctor Hermit.
The warrior's body emerged just in front of the blast, both arms firmly crossed. Releasing a mighty roar, the elder man gripped the blast with both hands, struggling to hold it off as it advanced. He hadn't anticipated Dynammo' to be able to produce a blast so powerful, and in truth, he normally would not have been capable of such a strike. However, crisis was the father of opportunity, and many cultural symbols considered them to be the same. This was The Witch-Doctor Hermit's fault; he should have seen it coming. He should not have let his guard down so readily.
For several seconds he struggled, before spawning a red current in both of his open palms. For a moment, everything seemed to hang silent and still; however, before long, the black blast began to abate. The Witch-Doctor Hermit's red energy was absorbing it into it's own, sucking all he could into his body. As it ate up the smaller blast, the Oni's right hand was forced into the air, where it released a second, lesser wave of energy. It ate through the oxygen around his hand voraciously as he channeled it, watching as it slowly began to fizzle and fade into a shower of crimson sparks, which fell around the pair.
Dynammo' chest was rising and falling, each breath was heavy. Though he had managed to change the pace, he was quickly tiring himself out. He was a powerful fighter, that much was true; but he wasn't capable of continued output like that.
The Witch-Doctor Hermit's gaze fell upon the warrior, his hands burned and charred from the heat Dynammo had produced. Though his face betrayed nothing, his eyes showed it all. He was both angry and confused; for certain, he had never displayed that much power in any combat mission or training exercise. What was it that had provoked such a powerful outburst? What was it that had allowed him to regain his composure so suddenly? Eyes narrowing, the man let his hand drop to his waist.
“We're done for the day.” The Hermit said. “You have shown so much improvement and promise, today I am proud.”
Dynammo the Triclops bowed as the hermit bowed, each showing respect to each other.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:39:53 GMT -5
-month 9-10- Year 1
Dynammo and the Blue Skinned Oni were standing on the shoreline when the Oni Hermit’s stomach started to growl a bit. He then turned to the Triclops. “I have a task for you to perform: Go out to a forest and get some fish for dinner without a fishing rod, net or boat. This will teach you patience, discipline and determination.” Dynammo nodded and shot up into the sky from the Oni Hermit’s Island to head towards a forest.
***now in shadow forest***
Dynammo’s searching brought him near a rabbit hole and, some paces away, he saw a rabbit gnawing on a piece of grass. I guess you’ll do. Dynammo thought; his hunger made it impossible for him to consider the mess involved that came with skinning such prey before cooking it. He lacked a knife and would have to devise some other method of peeling off its furry coat and another method for cooking it, but those problems failed to cross his literally starved brain. He dashed toward the creature that, in turn, panicked and bolted in the opposite direction of its sanctuary.
Dynammo took to the air to avoid stumbling about and flew after his prey. He locked his eyes on the fear-filled creature and lowered his hands toward it as he easily closed the gap between them. His fingers passed through its coat when it suddenly turned and changed direction, slipping from his grasp. Dynammo crashed into an enormously thick tree an instant later and dropped onto the ground. The collision cracked and shattered a good amount of bark from the tree, but it appeared relatively undamaged from its encounter with a flying human.
Dynammo cursed loudly and rubbed his sore and bleeding forehead. He recovered little by little as he turned his attention toward the fleeing rabbit. It had backtracked toward its den and vanished. Dynammo considered resuming the chase; the little rodent certainly deserved it after leading him headlong into a tree, but he now knew, despite his hunger and newfound powers, he lacked the coordination needed to catch such nimble prey with his bare hands. He certainly wanted to avoid a repeat performance with a tree or other such solid obstacle.
He then heard the sound of the passing of a nearby river and realized, with a start, his throat was parched. He walked toward the sound and stopped just at the river’s edge. He bent down and took several gulps of fresh water; the cold liquid refreshed him and helped clear his head. Just as he finished sating his thirst, he noticed something large and dark just outside the corners of his vision.
He lifted his gaze toward the dark shape, which turned out to be a black bear standing just at the edge of the river. Dynammo suddenly entertained the thought of fighting the beast to the death for its meat; something his old and powerless self would have never considered, knowing such an exercise would result in a grievous injury or worse. The bear eyed him for a moment then turned its attention back to the water, entirely unconcerned with him.
He observed it and it, in turn, carefully watched the river. Dynammo almost turned away to find something to eat, but the bear caught him by surprise when it plunged a powerful paw into the water, raking it just inches below the river’s surface. In the time it’d take Dynammo to blink, the amazing beast batted what looked like a fat salmon out from the water and onto the bank where the fish flopped helplessly. Dynammo stared, mouth agape with wonder. The bear looked back at him and its blank expression gave Dynammo the impression that it was trying to say. “What? You can’t do this? Really? It’s easy.”
Dynammo immediately stripped naked, confident that he could at least catch himself a few fish. He focused his sixth sense on the bear and it hardly registered any amount of power. “If you can do it then I sure as hell can,” Dynammo told the animal, but it had already taken its catch and walked away. “Running away, are you? Afraid I’ll beat you at your own game?” Dynammo taunted, but he was not sure why he had said the words; he was feeling incredibly bitter as of late, but he blamed that on “Coach” and his twisted idea of training.
He proceeded into the river with some measure of confidence. He paused when the water reached up to his ankles; he allowed his body to begin adjusting to the temperature. He proceeded until he stood waist-deep in the river. The bear had snagged a fish from the shallows; its example left Dynammo knowing he needed not tread further for his meal. He looked down and grinned down at his own transparent reflection. The pure clarity of the river, he surmised, would make fishing easy for him.
He watched the river carefully for any passing fish and was spared a long wait when a particularly large specimen rushed toward him. He stepped toward it and quickly sunk his right arm shoulder-deep into the water. He closed his fingers, but he grasped nothing and his target sped past him to safety. He brought his hand toward his face and examined it. “What am I doing wrong?” He asked of himself. “Oh, who am I kidding? How could I possibly ever think this was possible to begin with?” He continued; Catching fish with my bare hands? Ridiculous!
Dynammo returned to the shore, and sat down, allowing the late afternoon sun to warm and dry him. His hunger grew and sitting around, doing nothing made him restless. He paced the edge of the riverbank and caught glimpses of fish jumping in and out of the water as though taunting him. His hunger gave way to his rage and he charged, with renewed determination, into the river. He observed many fish dispersing as a result of his disturbing presence as his enraged progress created enormous splashes, waves, and ripples.
He aimlessly slammed his hands down into the river and repeatedly grabbed at nothing. He grunted and snorted as though having become a wild beast and no longer cared if he caught anything so long as the world felt his wrath. He exhausted himself after a time and his arms slowed, aching from the exertion of attacking his elusive enemies. He eventually stopped jabbing at the river and dived into its depths to cool off and relax his burning body. As the last of the ripples he had generated reached the river’s edges, fish began resuming their normal course around Dynammo.
Some fish swam almost close enough to him for him to reach out and touch, but he had given up on snatching them. The task seemed entirely hopeless and futile; he had no idea how the bear managed it and it wasn’t as though he could stop by its cave for a visit to ask. Bubbles exploded from Dynammo’s mouth as he suddenly laughed at the thought of having a conversation with a bear. Maybe it will have a guest room for me to spend the night. The notion made him release more underwater laughter until he needed to surface for air.
He waded to the side of the river and allowed the setting sun to dry him. His body ached all over from being overworked. Exhaustion hit him with a vengeance as he left the water; he had not slept properly in days. His body shook, especially his hands because he had eaten nothing since leaving the temple for “Coach’s” outdoor lessons. He figured he had enough energy left to find something to eat in the forest then find a soft patch of earth to use as a bed and so he quickly dressed and went on his way.
He trudged on, away from the river and scanned the ground, bushes, and trees for anything that looked like food. He glimpsed a deer during his hike and half a dozen rabbits, some of which stopped some paces ahead of him as though mocking his earlier attempt to hunt one of their kind. Dynammo started collecting pebbles, which he tossed at the offending creatures. They all deftly avoided his half-hearted attacks, but one of the pebbles Dynammo launched slammed into a tree and stuck.
He walked toward the old oak and examined the point of entry. The pebble had gone in too far for Dynammo to see. Even though it had not come out the other side, Dynammo felt amazed by the power his starved and weary body still possessed. The impact gave him an idea; instead of collecting nuts, berries, and various roots, which may or may not have ended up poisoning him, Dynammo started stuffing his pockets with rocks.
He soon stopped and sat down in the dirt, tired of travelling; making any sort of movement taxed him and he needed what little strength and energy he had left. He waited for what seemed like hours for something to show up. He fantasized that a rabbit would hop about in front of him like the rest of its pesky friends. No such thing happened, however. The sun disappeared in the horizon and cast the forest in the darkness of night.
The stars and moon above shone in the sky, but their light hardly illuminated anything of Dynammo’s surroundings. He was human, a creature of light and daytime; his eyes could not penetrate such darkness. He swore silently to himself before lying down onto his side and drifting off to sleep. Just as he nearly traded his horrible waking world for the land of dreams, the howl of a wolf dragged him back to wakefulness. Other wolves soon howled in response to the initial cry and they all soon began tormenting Dynammo with their obnoxious song.
He knew too little about nature and its wild denizens to realize that while he chose to sleep, many creatures of the forest, a wolf pack included, chose to hunt. Their cries summoned their comrades together and for one purpose. The alpha issued orders to his subordinates and assigned them all the tasks necessary to ensure the pack would eat well that night. Dynammo understood none of these things; he knew only that their collective voices annoyed him and deprived him of rest.
Dynammo never recalled falling asleep that night and neither did he remember any of the dreams he experienced during his slumber. He knew he had slept because when he woke and opened his eyes, the sun shone brightly above him. He sat up and massaged his temples, which felt hot to the touch. His head ached tremendously, more so than his belly even though it grumbled violently in its demand for sustenance. He stood and decidedly headed down toward the river to cool his head.
He undressed as soon as he reached the riverside and unceremoniously dived into the chilling water. He immediately convulsed upon entry, but he remained in the water and forced his body to relax as best he could. He drank from the river soon after and then splashed his head many times over, but it hardly soothed his pain. He knew he was experiencing no ordinary headache and not simply because of the extraordinary amount of agony it inflicted upon him. His was a headache brought on by severe hunger and he needed food, fast.
A passing school of fish just below the river’s surface caught Dynammo’s eye and reminded him of the reason behind his previous visit. He also recalled, rather quickly, the impossibility of catching fish with his bare hands as often as he had made the attempt. Either out of desperation or renewed vigor, Dynammo shrugged his shoulders and decided to spend his morning trying to catch at least one fish. He had nothing to lose and, if nothing else, he could always return to dry land and try his hand at killing fuzzy woodland creatures by tossing stones through their skulls; something he had never attempted before in his life.
He thought back on what he may have done wrong earlier, but thinking only pained him; he literally needed food for thought. Maybe I was in too much of a hurry. He guessed. He paused and relaxed as best he could; he inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled slowly with his mouth. He continued breathing in such a manner as though meditating and focused on the flowing river around him and the passing fish.
An old sight greeted him on the other side of the river as Dynammo continued his breathing exercise. A black bear walked to the shallows and gazed at him as though in greeting; it may or may not have been the same bear from before, but Dynammo assumed it was for the simple comfort of familiarity. It bent its head toward the water and waited; Dynammo waited with it and watched the animal carefully. He decided that if the bear was there to fish then he would commit its technique to memory and execute it for his own success.
He almost blinked and would have missed what happened next had he closed his eyes even for a fraction of an instant. The bear swiped one of its massive paws through the river and batted a fat salmon out of the water and onto somewhat dry land where it landed with an audible smack and flopped helplessly. The bear turned away from Dynammo and collected its catch with its mouth before disappearing into the forest. It’s just like before and I still don’t even know how he did it. Dynammo thought, and assumed the bear was a male.
He stared down into the water and reexamined it for any hidden clues it simply refused to give him. He focused his attention entirely on it and the fish that swam within his field of vision. He pretended to shoot lasers out from his eyes at the mindless animals that refused to give him their meat. No beams shot out from his eyes that day, however; he did not realize it at the time, but he probably could have learned and used such a power had he properly collected and focused his ki. Rather than destroying the river and everything within it, Dynammo simply tried conveying his pain and frustration at nature with a twisted grimace.
As he continued staring, the water seemed to slow along with an approaching fish within it. The world appeared to have stopped moving so quickly and the fish, the current object of Dynammo’s attention, no longer appeared to him as an elusive target as its brethren before it. He was so mesmerized by what he was witnessing that he lost his focus; it was then that everything around him accelerated to normal speed. The fish sped past him and a few more soon followed suit. Dynammo aimlessly splashed clenched fists repeatedly into the river to vent his anger.
He stopped striking out against nature and breathed calmly as he had done before to regain his focus and to relax. He concentrated on the river before him again and watched carefully for anything that approached him. The current slowed as it had done before and, as it did, Dynammo perceived an exceptionally sluggish salmon heading straight toward him. He contained his excitement and waited for the precise moment to strike.
He measured the distance between himself and his quarry. He stretched both of his arms out before him and spread his feet apart and noted how much area he covered. The image of a circle suddenly materialized in his head and the circle surrounded him, extending as far out as his outstretched hands. He swung his arms out to both sides of him and the imaginary circle round out to perfection instantly without him ever tearing his eyes away from his prey.
He aimed his right hand toward the water and raised his arm slightly so that his elbow pointed above him at an angle as though he was preparing to spear his target. The fish broke through the circle Dynammo had imagined and he immediately brought his hand down toward it, tracking its progress and adjusting his aim accordingly in mid-strike. His fingers closed around the body of the fish; he felt his victory was assured until the fish slipped through his hand and made it safely outside his circle.
Dynammo smiled and danced joyously in the river despite his latest failure. I almost had it! I almost had it that time! He thought, “It all makes sense now. I’ve become really fast and strong, but I didn’t understand, didn’t believe.” He spoke aloud. Now I do understand and I do believe and I’ve finally let my senses catch up with the rest of my progress. “I know what to do! I can do this! I feel great! I feel amazing! I can win! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Feeling empowered by his own words, Dynammo looked at the river again, but with a smile that time.
Dynammo hardly needed to focus on his following attempts at snagging a fish. The circle he imagined seemed to dim until it became almost invisible then vanished entirely. He no longer needed to visualize such an aid; he had quickly familiarized himself with his own body’s range. He would need practice exercising complete control over such an area, but the task at hand appeared too simple to him for the need of further training. More fish swam past him, but Dynammo bothered with none of them because none of those had intruded upon the territory of his physical influence.
He waited until fortune smiled down on him and sent not one or two, but three fish straight into his territory. He watched them move through the water as though the river had become as thick as molasses. Time itself proceeded normally; he had done nothing to change the rate of its passing but, as Dynammo already remarked to himself, he had become faster and now perceived things differently. He had needed eyes to keep up with his body’s full potential and he now possessed such eyes. Those same eyes of his also observed the limited velocity of the planet’s less gifted inhabitants.
He struck the water thrice, but made no attempt at grabbing any of the three fish. The bear had actually taught him something important about fishing with his hands. He raked his right hand through the water three times in a flash. He swatted all three fish onto the shore, but he made no motion to retrieve them; it had happened all too quickly and easily for him that he wanted to do it again. He no longer fished to eat; he began doing it for fun.
He stopped an hour later and examined the pile of fish he had created with his frequent successes. The topmost victims in the pile wriggled with failing life, but all the others had long since stopped moving. Dynammo left the river to collect what he could and realized he could neither take them all nor eat them all. As soon as he neared them, he pinched his nose and gagged at the stench. The earlier of his catches had already begun to rot in the sun.
He dressed then took the six freshest looking specimens in the bunch and carried three in each hand by their tails. He left the others to the insects and other such carrion eaters native to the forest. He later happened upon a nice spot littered with dry sticks and fallen branches and placed his catch aside long enough to make a fire with the materials naturally provided. He dug a shallow ring with his heel then tossed a random assortment of sticks into it. He collected some grass and tossed the blades on for good measure.
Tying the tails on strings that he held in his right hand, Dynammo then flew back to the Witch-Doctor Hermit’s Island; completing his task that was given to him: Fetching Dinner.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 22:41:05 GMT -5
-Month 11 & 12, Year 1-
Dynammo and the Witch-Doctor hermit were at it again., doing a ritual to enter the spiritual plane. Soon The Hermit spoke to the Triclops telepathically. This will be tough, I’m sending you on your final test. You will be sent to a pocket dimension of hell where two guardians; Grant and Mentos have been overpowered. You will have to restore order then you will be awarded a chance to get stronger. Magnum spoke in his mind How would I get stronger? The hermit replied, “The Aquarian Water…once you stop the creature, they will allow you to drink from it.[/i]
As both hermit and student were sitting cross legged across from each other, The hermit went into a pouch he was wearing and threw some green sand into the fire pit. Suddenly a green mist begins to drown the Triclops’ senses and effect his mind. The Witch-Doctor Hermit shouted “Now save the suicide realm from the monster that threatens to tear it down! The souls have been moved into a holding realm, Go get him!” Soon Magnum’s Spirit and Mind was thrown into a pocket dimension of the spiritual plane, his body in a meditative trance.
The smoke rose up in thick pillars. Everything around Magnum Crusher D. for at least a mile had been turned to ashes. The ground itself was scorched to the point that it had started to crack and flake. All around, lava bubbled up through the crust. Hell was a fearsome place indeed.
For as far as the eye could see, a forest of rigid stone spikes and spires spread out, challenging the thick red sky that lingered overhead. The red sky seemed to be like a one way mirror which served to separate this pocket dimension of Hell from the peaceful upper realms, and contain the darkness that lingered there.
However, the ashen wasteland that Magnum Crusher D. currently trekked across was closer to how he had imagined Hell to be, but this was the underworld of suicide souls. The people of Earth always spoke of how death has a sense of humor, seeing as he was just a servant to a being called Allah who wants to take you to your paradise. But in reality it’s a prison. Either you die by him and your soul gets recylcled or you just go here, This was it, was a lake of water from the 2nd member of the zodiac’s jug that makes a being stronger. Hidden away behind a pocket dimensional door was this fountain. The monster he sought had created wrought devestation throughout the lower realm.
Normally, the Kais left the policing of hell to its two ogre jailers Grant and Mentos. Recently, the duo had gone missing. So, of course the WitchDoctor had offered up his newest champion to delve into the depths of this pocket dimension of hell and bring the wicked beast to justice. Magnum Crusher D. was also supposed to find Grant and Mentos dead or alive, and return them to their station. Wanting to prove himself to the overseers, and perhaps earn a second chance at life, Magnum Crusher D. had agreed to take up the mission.
However, he couldn't help feel like it was the last thing he wanted to do.
For countless months, or at least it had seemed like months, Magnum Crusher D. had been working on his Crusher mode mindset, not only in his technique of rogafufuken but also in basic attacks, energy mastery and most important, speed. But, he hadn't really thought about what he would do if he returned to an open life that had long since forgotten him.
Magnum Crusher D. heard a deep and guttural roar in the distance followed by a large energy signature. He froze in his tracks, glancing towards the pale sky. Far beyond, somewhere to his right, fire rose up towards the yellow clouds, followed by more thick black smoke that billowed up in ragged clumps.
The energy signature died down almost immediately after the burst. Whatever this thing is, either its power surges, or it can hide its spiritual energy, Magnum Crusher D. thought and pressed on out of the ashen clearing and back into the forest of spikes.
Flying was out of the question, as he knew it would give away his position. This creature had avoided him well thus far, so now he chose a less direct approach by ground. He figured that it he kept following the explosions, eventually he would come across their creator.
As he walked along, Magnum Crusher D. couldn't help but resume his reflecting upon his Spiritual Energy training. His lack of progress was plaguing him. The hardest part had been the purification of his own spiritual energy. As The Witch-Doctor Hermit had instructed, by doing that task, he would bring himself in line with the living spirits.
It was at lot easier said than done.
The Witch-Doctor Hermit had blamed it on Magnum Crusher D.'s unfazable honesty. It wasn't that one had to lie to achieve a purified state, it was that they had to believe that he was doing the right thing, through and through.
Magnum Crusher D. struggled with that. His entire life he had doubted his own actions, even as heroic as others had claimed them to be. He enjoyed fighting way too much to okay with it. Most often it was a guilty pleasure. Magnum Crusher D. didn't know how he could be a good person, let a lone a "pure" person, if he so enjoyed such a violent pass time.
Do you want to kill and maim? The Witch-Doctor Hermit had asked.
No not at all, I just love the challenge, Magnum Crusher D. had responded
Then you are not an evil person. You don't fight for the sake of fighting. Also, you don't attack people just to get into a fight. You enjoy the art, rather than the practical use.
I've hurt people though.
Only those people who have hurt others.
Magnum Crusher D. stopped again. He felt two faint energy signatures nearby. Rushing through the spires, he slid to a stop in front of what looked like a giant lake of blood. On the shore two tattered up looking ogres laid down, face in the sand. One had blue skin and one with blue skin, matching the descriptions of Grant and Mentos. Never the less, Magnum Crusher D. wouldn't leave them like that and started over to their position.
As he approached, he could both were incapacitated and taking shallow breaths. Their spiritual energy was fading fast. I'm lucky to have found them just now, I don't think they have much longer left,
Magnum Crusher D. gathered positive energy into his palms, which shimmered a brilliant white. He rested them the blue ogre first, the soothing energy passed into his body and mended his wounds. Magnum Crusher D. saw the terrible markings fade and then within a minute or two the ogre's eyes opened wide. Moving over, Magnum Crusher D. began to heal the blue one next.
Once done, the two climbed to their feet, staring blankly at the visitor who had saved them. Magnum Crusher D. mused that they must not have seen many kind acts in Hell.
“Who are you?” the blue one asked.
“I'm Son Magnum Crusher D.. The Witch-Doctor Hermit sent me to help out with the problem you guys seem to be having down here.”
“Son Magnum Crusher D.,” the blue one replied, as if he were tasting strange words in his mouth. “We owe you a big one. My name is Grant, and this is my brother Mentos.”
Mentos simply nodded when Magnum Crusher D. glanced at him.
“So, what are we up against?” Magnum Crusher D. asked, slamming a fist into his open palm. “You guys seem pretty strong, so if this mosnter took you down, it must be bad news.”
“I’ve never seen a creeature like this before,” Grant said. “It's not what you’d expect, that’s for sure.”
Magnum Crusher D. had been about to ask Grant how the monster was different when he felt a strange energy signature coming from the other side of the bloody lake. Despite the distance, he could see a small humanoid walking towards their direction. When it reached the edge of the water, it levitated off of the ground and floated across, creating wide ripples as it passed.
Nearing the shore, Magnum Crusher D. could see that it had alabaster skin and was only as big as a toddler at most. It had almond shaped eyes that shimered with bright green irises. Upon its head was a small tuft of powder blue hair.
“That’s him!” Mentos shouted and lowered into a fighting stance. “I hope you’re ready Son Magnum Crusher D., last time that thing took me out before I could even land one punch. I’m ready this time though!”
The power emanating from it wasn’t as terrible as Magnum Crusher D. imagined it should have been. In fact, it wasn’t very strong at all. It was possible that it was hiding its true power. Magnum Crusher D. didn’t see any aggression on its face, just an eerie half smile. It floated a few feet in front of Magnum Crusher D., tilting its head sideways in an inquisitive fashion.
Magnum Crusher D. clenched both of his fists, his ebony eyes met its green ones.
“I’m not going to let you hurt these two ogres, nor anyone else,” Magnum Crusher D. said. “Why are you doing this?”
“Where am I?’ the creature said. Its voice was diminutive, much like a little kid.
“This is hell,” Magnum Crusher D. said.
“What is hell?” the creature asked.
It was Mentos who spoke, “Hell is a place where evil souls are banished, so they can’t hurt anyone ever again.”
The creature’s eyes widened and its lips snarled.. “I want my mom. Where is she?”
“I don’t know,” Magnum Crusher D. admitted. “But, if you stop hurting everyone, I promise we’ll help you find her.”
Apparently it wasn’t the answer the creature had been looking for, because it erupted with fiery energy and began to swell in size. Magnum Crusher D’s jaw dropped in amazement. Within seconds it tripled the size of even the tallest man. Its flesh shifted to a deem emerald hue. Thick muscles filled the tall frame, their definition put even the best bodybuilders to shame.
When it swung its big fist at him, it moved so fast Magnum Crusher D. couldn't even see it to react. It slammed into his gut like a meteor and sent him flying through the air. Twisting around, he saw the forest of spikes filling his vision and braced for impact. His back and shoulder crushed and shattered the hard formations, causing them to crumple in on themselves. After cleaving two or three in half he finally slid to a stop and laid there for a long moment, stunned from the sudden pain.
His gut and back throbbed with pain and he was sure he was badly bruised. It had been the single most powerful punch he had felt in his lifetime. That was saying a lot for Magnum Crusher D., seeing as he had fought some very powerful enemies in his day.
The loud cracking sound of more spikes being broken indicated that it was approaching fast. He felt a heat, a blazing fire, and as he stumbled to his feet. The monster was now aflame. Each step he took melted the ground beneath its big feet.
It exhaled a massive jet of fire that threatened to engulf and incinerate Magnum Crusher D..
“Argh!!!!”
Magnum Crusher D.’s emerald green aura exploded around him and he used the increased boost of battle fighting power that he unsuppressed from his vast well of power to launch himself into the sky. Only the bottoms of his boots were singed by the flames as he managed a narrow escape. Feeling the surge of energy wracking his body, Magnum Crusher D. let the Meta-Ken fade and floated there, looking down at at the destruction.
Just a single breath of fire had melted a good portion of the spiny forest for hundred of yards. Magnum Crusher D. let out a low whistle, impressed by the monster’s sheer power. It seemed satisfied, thinking it had destroyed him, and turned around, both of its eyes setting upon Grant and Mentos. Letting out a bestial roar, it began to charge them.
Magnum Crusher D. cupped his hands behind his back and began to concentrate his energy into a blue-white orb.
“Crusher--me-ha-me-ha!” he chanted and thrust his hands forward, letting loose the wave.
The red torrent of energy tore tore through the sky on its descent towards its target. The monster had no idea about what was coming its way, which indicated to Magnum Crusher D. that it couldn’t sense spiritual energy. The Crusher Style Wave slammed into its back. Grant and Mentos fled from the foray, taking cover behind a large boulder.
Magnum Crusher D. felt it trying to shrug off his wave, and pumped more of his power into it. The beast cried out in dismay as it was thrown forward towards the lake. Digging both feet into the solid earth, it ground itself to a halt.
Arms quivering, the fighter thrust again, but to no avail. He simply didn’t have the power to move the beast when it was dug in.
I was trying to avoid relying on this, Magnum Crusher D. thought. “Argh!!”
His Emerald Green aura expanded rapidly once again, blazing towards the heavens above. Its color matched the azure of the Crusher Style Wave he was currently wielding. The creature roared, but even with Magnum going from fortypercent of his true power to sixty eight percent of his true power, it just wasn’t enough. Trembling from head to toe, Magnum Crusher D. worked the energy more, amplifying it even further past his limits.
“Aghhhhh!!!!!”
The pain that coursed through his limbs was excruciating. The Crusher Style Wave swelled to three times its normal size, cascading over the entire back of the monster. It stumbled, kicking up huge hunks of dirt and rock, and landed face into the lake of blood. The renaming energy detonated on its back with a blinding flash of light.
Magnum Crusher D. released his true power from his energy suppression and fell from the sky, bouncing three or four times off of rocky protrusions on the way to the hard dirt. Never before had he felt such a horrible sensation. Using his full base power had literally made him feel like he was boiling from the inside out. He could see the wisps of steam rising up from his muscles.
A great plume of gray smoke rose up from the Aquarian Lake. Magnum watched as it merged with the yellow clouds that spread out across Hell's sky. But, icy chills traveled down the length of his spine when he heard a loud groan from within the plume. It parted, revealing the big green monster still standing there. Both of its eyes were set upon Goku, its face twisted into a malicious expression of hatred.
“Run!” Magnum shouted, warning Grant and Mentos
The two ogres passed furtive glances to each other before splitting and dashing in opposite directions. The ground shook with each step as the monster sprinted across the distance, closing in on Magnum. The fighter knew that there was little he could do at this point. Putting all of his energy through his body at full power had ravished his body and now he was going to pay for the mistake of pushing it too far.
The monster didn't stop, it thrust its gargantuan foot forward, which hit Goku like a freight train. Everything went strangely numb as he skipped across the battered clearing like a well thrown stone across a stream. A large rock formation stopped his advance, and when he made impact it crumbled into hundreds of smaller stones, which piled on top of him.
He felt strangely comfortable in his rocky tomb. There was little air to breath, and the the oppressing weight made it even worse, but at least he could just lie there. The hopeful part of his brain wondered if the monster would run off. Magnum knew when he was beaten, he just didn't have the power to fight any longer. No, he had blown through that before his opponent had even gotten started.
Eventually, you’re going to wear yourself out. Conditioning and experience can help to mitigate the loses, but the principal remains. On the contrary, if you borrow energy from the life forms around you, then you lose little of your own. It is an unmatched advantage.
The words of the WitchDoctor Oni spoke true. Magnum would have laughed, if not for the fact that he was barely breathing. The only way he could have won the fight, would have been to use the mutation. With all his own energy expended, there was nothing else he could do but mutate his cells and Jin to a higher level.
Thunder sounded. No, it wasn't thunder. The creature was approaching. The rocks around him rattled with each step. He felt the weight on his back being lifted and light broke through, stinging his eyes. A blazing hot hand wrapped around his waist and he was pulled up and presented to the strange emerald eyes of the beast.
There was no telling what kind of damage the monster could do if it broke out of this dimension. He then gathered his Jin and focused on mutating his muscles and dna to get stronger. Lighting came about him as he grew in size. Now bulking up in size to that of a bulky Triclops, still brown skinned but bigger and more powerful, a violet aura coming about his body.
Dynammo then shot forward towards the beast, forming a big red sphere of energy the size of a medicine ball in his right hand as he quickly summoned his spiritual essence in the form of an attack. He then absorbed the red ball into his fist and using the magnum wolf fang fist in crusher mode as he got close, turned into a red wolf and ripped right through the monster, destroying it as he penetrated his chest with alarming power.
.Magnum Crusher D then stood a few feet behind the demon, as he exploded, smoke and brimstone falling everywhere. The guards of the dimension bow to Magnum. “Thank You,” Suddenly he left the pocket realm, his mind and spirit re-entering his body and now regaining his body. He felt much stronger: Physically, Mentally and Spiritually
The Witch-Doctor Hermit smiled. “Alright, your training is complete, go out and enjoy your new percision and power. Here….” The Blue skinned Witch-Doctor hermit touched Magnum’s forehead and a new move was bestowed upon him. “You now have the knowledge of Oni Pro Wrestling as well as the training to endure as well as torment and torture.”. Magnum bowed “Thank you master…” He then floated into the air off of the island and gathered a emerald green aura about his body. He then turned to the northwest and flew off in that direction, leaving a stream of Emerald Green Ki Energy behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 23:40:08 GMT -5
-Year Two- -Month One-
The mountain air seeped into Magnum Crusher D's lungs, the taste of crisp air bring a sense of happiness to the Triclops, even if it were only fleeting, as his confusion at no longer being home and in a strange land still lingered in his mind. The circumstances around his disappearance still plagued him, itching at the back of his mind, almost as much as the circumstances around his awakening, and the strange feelings in his body.
I should continue what I was going to do... my training, only problem is who do I train with here in this strange realm?”
As cliché as it sounded, as soon as he thought of it, several names came rushing to the forefront of his thoughts, all Masters of the Martial arts on the Earth realm, and all with significant skill and power to teach Magnum Crusher D how to fight better, back on his own realm he had been a moderate warrior in training, but judging from the data he had on Earthlings he should be able to easily vanquish most of them.
“Why are they so weak? Do they not train hard to keep their territory?” Magnum Crusher D wondered, there must be major differences from this world and his own, major differences he did not understand.
“And as Father always taught me, knowledge is power.” he pondered, his Father's words for a moment, before flying off towards the location that he somehow just 'knew' about it. Another strange ability that he had suddenly discovered was that he could now fly, on his own world it was a rare ability that the strongest warriors had, something that he could not do, but now he did it without effort.
“Someone did something to my body, that person shall pay for violating my royal personage,” Magnum Crusher D thought in his head, an image of him decapitating some fool or another even though he did not know who it was that had modified him.
He flew for many hours, observing a massive spread of mountains in all directions around him, the occasional lake and forested area appearing as a blue dot or a massive expanse of trees appeared far below. Every now and then he had to swerve out of the way of a giant white object, that was soaring through the sky without wings, or any obvious form of lifting itself from the ground.
“What manner of beast is that?” Magnum Crusher D thought, as he quickly swerved around the first such beast he came across, utterly confused how something could fly without wings or the prop mastery of martial arts. “This is a strange strange world indeed.”
The strange sights of Earth were not without beauty however, and the Triclops from another existence found their sights soothing, putting his mind and soul to rest as he flew effortlessly through the air. The myriad of colors from high above would have been breathtaking had Magnum Crusher D ever had need of taking breath.
The pure white of the clouds, the exact shade of the fur of the fabled Unicorn, the crystal blue of the ocean waters below like the scales of the Leviathan, and the greens of the forests below were like the boughs of the wise old Treants, all of these beasts were real in his home and all of the colors below reminded him of home.
Those were the thoughts he used to distract his mind, at least temporarily while he flew towards the person who would be his new Master, the young Triclops knew that the more he focused on his plight the worse off he would be, so he focused on the things that soothed his soul. Then before he knew it, he was flying lower and lower, his height levels adjusting as they needed to so that as he approached a secluded hut in the middle of a mountain range he would be able to land perfectly on the front door step.
His feet hovered for a brief instant above the front of the door, as if something in him were afraid to land on the ground, and it took him a full minute to realize that he had to will himself to land before he would, it was like some of the systems in his body were capable of being fully automatic if he so desired, but ultimately he still had full control regardless of the circumstances.
“Master Snake, I hereby beseech you. The Triclops Magnum Crusher D requests to train with you. I have heard of your skills, and choose you amongst all Masters to train me,” Magnum Crusher D declared, after taking a few steps back away from the house.
The Triclops stood waiting for the Master to come from his house, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited, he had declared to the Master that he was a Triclops after all had he not, so the Master should respond immediately regardless of his title.
Several minutes passed, and finally after keeping Magnum Crusher D waiting, Master Snake emerged from the hut, garbed in his traditional robe, the emblem of the Snake decorating the front of the rob.
“Well who might you be, that asks specifically for the Master Snake?” the old Master asked Magnum Crusher D, smirking slightly at the sight of the impatient Triclops.
“I said already who I am, the Triclops Magnum Crusher D, second heir to the throne Nova,” Magnum Crusher D replied, biting back the irritation that he was feeling at this old Master., when it suddenly hit him he was not home anymore and he was showing the Master a great deal of disrespect, especially since the Master would not have a clue at all who he should be.
“My deepest apologies Master Caren, I am Magnum Crusher D, a warrior who wishes to apprentice under your Mastery,” Magnum Crusher D correctly corrected his tone, and bow to the Master a small fraction to indicate his respect.
The Master Snake simply shook his head in annoyance. “What is wrong with these young warriors these days?”
“Magnum Crusher D, if you wish to train with me you must show me your power! Bow not to me, I do not ask for you to revere me, you will respect me! If you wish to have me teach you, take down a ex-student of Master Turtle Master, a little snot who rejected me for that perverted old fossil of a warrior!” the Master Snake exclaimed, growing excited as he spoke, finally having the opportunity to get back at Master Turtle Master.
“Yes this pawn will do perfectly.... heh heh..,” Master Care though to himself, laughing quietly, keeping a hand in front of his mouth as he did so.
“Yes Master Snake, I know just who to go after.” Magnum Crusher D bowed slightly once more, out of reflex from the manners he had been taught as a child, not remembering that Master Snake did not care.
From his memories came forth the image, description and power ranking of one such warrior who used to study under Master Turtle Master and was close to his strength that he would be able to fight him on mostly even grounds.
What happened next is recorded elsewhere, two warriors met on the field of battle, both of equal power and skills. According to Magnum Crusher D's records that warrior had at one time been a pupil under the Master Turtle Master, so he was no easy foe, and the battle raged on for a long time. Yet, Magnum Crusher D was made from very hardy materials, and did not tire easily so the outcome was inevitable, and only one warrior was left standing. Though Magnum Crusher D did show that warrior mercy, not wanting to stain his hands with unnecessary blood, doing so could lead to consequences down the road, and his Father had taught him to make friends with the lesser folk when he could, allies being a rare commodity indeed.
Soaring through the air, Magnum Crusher D reflected on his hard fought battle, “Not all of Earth's inhabitants are this weak it seems, the rare warrior of power has emerged from them. Now back to Master Snake, and to learn more from him, and more about this world.”
After some time, the Triclops found himself nearing the location of the home of Master Snake once more. This time instead of having to knock on the front door, it appeared the Master had been waiting for Magnum Crusher D to return, as Magnum Crusher D could see him sitting on his porch as he approached, a look of anticipation written clearly across his face.
Landing just at the foot of the steps, Magnum Crusher D hailed the Master as he landed, “Master, I have defeated a student of Turtle Master's as you asked of me, do you accept me as your pupil now?”
Master Snake, fairly jumped out of his skin as he heard Magnum Crusher D's voice. The Master was finding it odd that he could not sense the Triclops's energy signature, and though he had felt the Triclops's opponents energy signature fade throughout the fight, not once did he actually feel Magnum Crusher D's power.
“Ye.. yes, I do accept you. You did exactly as I asked in taking care of that nuisance for me,” the Master Snake, got up from the porch, a look of excitement on his face, causing his gray mustache to twitch.
The Master Snake was elated, finally he had been able to get a small measure of payback at Turtle Master. Many times had his own students failed to be able to defeat the Turtle Hermit's pupils, and now this warrior in training had defeated one of Turtle Master's ex-students without any focused training.
“Yes, I see a great future for you indeed,” the Master Snake laughed, and if it sounded just a bit maniacal, Magnum Crusher D did not notice, such was his naivety as one who had been surrounded by only those he could trust.
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-Month 2, Year 2 Part 1-
The sun sat heavily in the sky, raining warm rays of light down upon all who stood underneath it's gaze without shelter, and though it brought drops of sweat to their brow, the many people who labored under that sun were content. Recently, far to the East of Master Snake's hut a poor village had been severly damaged by a rampaging tornado; Master Turtle ever the good samaritan sent a trio of his hardest working students to help out in the repair efforts. Which as it turned out was a blessing that probably saved the poor villagers from suffering for long months of trying to repair with their own meager materials, and badly weakened people, who were not in shape for doing any repairs.
For full ten hour days each student would perform heavy tasks for the village, doing for the villagers what they could not currently do themselves. One student, tall, wiry muscled, and completely bald spent the day, chopping wood, keeping a steady rhythm of raising the ax, splitting the wood, and then grabbing another fallen tree that the other two students had brought down earlier and continuing his pattern. At the start of the day, there had been no logs available to build houses, but by mid afternoon when the sun was at it's hottest a great pile of logs had formed.
“Wow! Can Turtle's students really work hard!” one Villager exclaimed in surprise, eyes wide at the giant pile of logs.
Turning to face the villager, the tall student favored her with a bright smile, “Just happy to help, all of this hard work is great training!” the student finished his voice filled with enthusiasm.
Happy that they had such hard workers repairing the village, the Villager turned away from the student walking back towards the village, long blonde hair swaying from side to side in sync with the rocking of her body. As she approached the village, she could not help but sigh at the sight of ruined village, whole buildings had been ripped to shreds sending logs flying all through the village. The only saving grace was that the town hall had been spared, so that the entire village had a place to gather, and rest safe from the elements.
“I guess I should be thankful for what we do have, and those students of Turtle will have this place looking great in no time!” the blonde haired Villager said to herself, her tone full of cheer.
The village was once again at peace, they had stalwart, hard working champions to aid them in the repair of their shattered homes. The wounds on their hearts could begin the slow process of mending, as the dead are buried, and funerals held. Soon though, a new 'norm' would develop and people would go back to their daily lives, satisfied with new homes... or would they? Far to the West, trouble was brewing...
Deep within a lush green valley, populated with healthy foliage of all kinds was the house of the Master Snake, kept isolated from the public by the massive mountains that ringed it. The house was simple in design, a four side construction made from the trees of that grew in abundance in the valley, a simple thatch roof being sufficient to keep the rain from seeping deep into Master Snake's mountain cottage.
Today, the warrior Triclops Magnum Crusher D spent his time practicing in the clearing outside the Master's house. Moving from pose to pose that the Master had taught him, trying to grasp the fluid movements of the Snake. Shifting his weight to his right foot, Magnum Crusher D gracefully lifted his left leg into the air, raising his up and to his side, so that they are arced outwards to either side of him, a moment later his right leg shook as he overbalanced and the warrior tumbled into the muddy ground.
Letting out a slight groan, more due to his mistake that led to the awkward position that he was in now then any pain. He had fallen face first into the mud, his marble white skin now slathered in mud, hair normally white now had thick streaks of brown, little droplets of mud dripped from his face as he lifted it from the ground.
“Ha ha ha, how did you manage to defeat Turtle's student with skill like that?” a familiar voice reached Magnum Crusher D's ears as the annoyed Triclops rose to his feet simultaneously turning to face the voice.
Before Magnum Crusher D stood, the Master Snake, dressed in his customary long flowing robe, the emblem of the Snake on the front.
“Clean that mud from your face, and I will show you the correct way to do this series of stances,” Snake said to Magnum Crusher D, waiting a moment for the Triclops to wipe the mud off his face before beginning the first stance.
Feeling foolish at having been seen in an awkward position by his Master, Magnum Crusher D tried not to meet his Master's gaze while he wiped the mud from his face, wiping large goblets off his face, and trying to regain a small portion of his Triclopsly dignity; in front of anyone else other then the Master Snake it would have been comical to watch. A Triclops trying to act like nobility covered in mud.
Once Magnum Crusher D was ready, the Master Snake began to go through a series of stances, his feet moving lightly across the wet and slippery earth barely leaving a print. Magnum Crusher D noticed as his Master moved, each movement seemed to have a deliberate reasoning, and somehow the Master's robe always seemed to glide just an inch above the wet mud, as if some invisible force stopped it from touching.
“His skill...,” Magnum Crusher D thought to himself, stunned at the graceful movements of his Master, “Here is a true Master of his art.”
Snake was in his zen place, his mind perfectly focused from outside distractions, so that each movement was perfectly precise and there was no energy wasted in his movements. The movements he was going through, were designed to focus ones energy when attacking, so as Snake lifted his hands high and to the sides, creating a perfect opportunity for an opponent to strike his chest, he lashed out with a series of lighting fast kicks that lifted him from the ground, resembling a Snake taking flight in a strange way. Then just like that, the Master landed, the attack having happened like a lighting strike; fast and deadly and hard to predict.
Landing softly on his feet, balance perfect, and the hem of his robe still clean of any mud Master Snake turned to face Magnum Crusher D.
“Magnum Crusher D, you are to practice that move for the rest of the day and tomorrow we shall talk about your next task,” Master Snake said to his pupil, his voice calm and relaxed as his mind was still focused from the martial exercise he had completed.
“Master,” Magnum Crusher D replied, bowing more deeply to further indicate his respect for his Master, impressed by the display he had seen. This time Magnum Crusher D noticed that he was not corrected by his Master for bowing.
For the rest of the evening, Magnum Crusher D practiced the movements he had seen his Master perform. Going through each step, and practicing it until he could do it almost as well as he had seen his Master do it, and strangely after a few hours practice he was finding that he was doing it nearly as well.
“My Masters at home always told me that I was a fast learner, but I was never this good,” frowning Magnum Crusher D floated a few feet into the air, crossing his legs so that he was now sitting cross legged while hovering above the ground, the ideal pose for thinking.
“Things have been different since I woke up in that strange lab,” Magnum Crusher D thought, reflecting on all of the changes he had noticed so far.
Since awakening, he had the strange ability to sense the power of every living being, his mind was filled with information about things that he knew for certain it should have been impossible for him to know, and probably the most interesting of all, he could fly!
“Again someone did something to me while I was unconscious, the bastard,” Magnum Crusher D growled.
Then the thought returned to him that he could fly, and he had not fully enjoyed the benefits of it quite yet. Smiling, the Triclops stood straight up standing a foot above the ground mud, then by focusing he willed himself to rise into the air, rapidly rising high into the air, moving so fast that the cool mountain air whipped against skin feeling refreshing and light.
Once he was high into the air, floating with the ebb and flow of the winds, the Triclops relaxed, a look of peace coming over him as the muscles in his face relaxed.
“If he had known flying was this wonderful, I would have learned to do it sooner!”
Suddenly, a smell speck appeared on the horizon, quickly a series of calculations were performed without Magnum Crusher D having to even think, and the Triclops knew exactly how far away the speck was and how soon it would be for it to reach Master Snake's hut.
“I wonder who that could be?” the Triclops thought, curious as to who would be visiting him and his Master.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 23:43:13 GMT -5
-Month 2 Year 2 Part 2-
Patiently, the Triclops waited floating in midair amongst the clouds, the sun rays warming the surface of his skin a feeling of relaxation growing throughout his body. It did not occur to the Triclops for a moment that the incoming person was hostile, so he waited a faint smile on his face, his hands tucked comfortably behind his head.
A few seconds later, the speck in the distance began to take on shape, details such as hair style, general build, began to take on shape, something seemed familiar about the being approaching.
“Why does he look so familiar?” the Triclops wondered, still patiently waiting for the being to get close enough so that he could see who it was.
Again as he thought, odd words appeared in his vision, Visual Enhancement Mode Engaged..., and suddenly he was viewing the incoming speck as if he was standing only feet away from the being, and he recognized that being immediately.
“Zetta, my comrade? This is perfect it was getting a bit boring around here with only the old Master around,” Magnum Crusher D thought, as he patiently waited for Zetta to arrive, his visual enhancement also disengaging after he recognized the person approaching.
Gently descending to the ground, he watched and waited for Zetta to approach, mildly surprised when his friend addressed him, “Fancy seeing you here, your highness.”
Magnum Crusher D felt an inkling of satisfaction at his comrade addressing him by a royal title, it had been some time since he had felt like his royal self, and even though he was no longer in the world of his birth and he had never taken his title seriously, it was really the only thing that kept him drowning in despair. His title, his pride, his sense of dignity, the thing that set him apart from the common man of Earth, he was meant to rule.
A faint smile formed on his lips just then, his expression growing serious at the thought, a sudden and private idea coming to mind.
“If I cannot be Triclops there, I shall rule here,” Magnum Crusher D's faint smile turned crooked for a moment, as he thought on the dark deeds to come. “I had better see what my 'Master' will want us to do, now that Zetta is here things will be different.”
Breathing in deep, Magnum Crusher D held his breathe for a moment focusing on all of the discord and stress that he felt in his body, imagining it as a ball of black energy, then as he released his breath he envisioned the black ball exiting his body restoring his body to harmony.
“It wouldn't do for them to see me like that,” he thought, before turning and walking inside Master Snake's house.
Boldly the Triclops walked up the steps of his Master's house walking through the door that Zetta had left ajar, hearing the tail end of a conversation between his ally and Master.
“Yeah, we’ve met.”
As Magnum Crusher D entered the front door, Master Snake immediately noticed his other pupils entrance, a sly smile forming on his lips.
“Excellent, I was about to call you Magnum Crusher D, you and Zetta have something that must be done... consider it to be your next phase of training,” the Master Snake spoke to both pupils, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he spoke.
“There exists a village that was recently damaged in a storm, students of Master Turtle are helping rebuild this village. My... I need these students taken care of by any means necessary,” the Master Snake's robes fluttered faintly as he spoke, the faintest outline of a black aura shimmering around his body until he finished speaking. The light in the room, seemed to dim ever so slightly that only the most perceptive of people would consciously notice it.
“Do you understand my students? Kill them for me, make me proud and you will be one step closer to the power you dream of,” Master Cobra look at each of them in turn, his eyes staring eerily into them, as if reading what was on their hearts and minds, as if he could read their dreams and thoughts with a glance alone.
A shiver ran up and down the Triclops's spine as the Master spoke, not from his request he was fine with that. It was the way he spoke, as if the Master Snake had a darker power, something that gave him strength, or maybe something that was manipulating things behind the scenes. A bead of sweat formed on the Triclops's brow, trickling down until it reached his shirt soaking into it's fabric, leaving a singular wet spot.
“Who... who is he really?” the thought flashed through Magnum Crusher D's mind, causing him to pause just a moment before he responded to Master Snake's question.
There was something dark behind his Master's power, something that promised strength, something that had the ability to help him fulfill his dreams, it was something that Magnum Crusher D wanted to achieve. The force he felt resounded throughout his soul, sending dark vibrations throughout the entirety of his being, and for a moment the pupils in his eyes turned black.
“Yes, Master Snake I wish for power, heh heh,” Magnum Crusher D responded after just that one moment's pause, his eyes returning to their normal color after he answered, unconsciously the Triclops's hands dropped to his sides, tightening into fists at the thought of the violence ahead, as his body prepared for battle.
The pair took off leaving the Master's house behind, Magnum Crusher D content to let the eager Zetta take the lead, though his ally had suggested he grab a flag before they left, he completely ignored the thought.
“If he wants to bring a flag he can bring it himself,” the Triclops thought annoyed with the namekian, his eyes tightening for just a moment as he stared at the back of the namekian while they ran through the woods.
After the moment of annoyance passed, Magnum Crusher D took a moment to admire his allies skill, noting that he seemed to move at such a rapid pace with ease. Carefully he studied the movements of his ally, analyzing what he was doing with his feet, so that his own movements would unconsciously adjust to improve.
“The Master has trained him well,” Magnum Crusher D observed, his brown eyes taking note of every movement, the way his muscles impacted upon the ground, and the way he propelled himself forward with each step, maintaining his balance with ease in spite of his rapid pace.
Each tree they whipped past, had it's branches sent whipping upwards and inwards sending sprays of long fallen leaves into the air, Magnum Crusher D normally running past a falling leaf after Zetta had disturbed it, yet such was their speed that each individual leaf only fell but an inch before the pair was again gone, leaving the forest to rest in peace once more.
“Now where is that village?” Magnum Crusher D thought, his mind wandering back to the task at hand, the task of putting down Master Turtle's students.
With his mind back on the task of finding the village, his bodies built in sensors began analyzing the power levels a head and calculating his distance from the village.
“Seems it's not much farther a head,” Magnum Crusher D murmured, the exact distance and number of powers a head of him appearing on his visual.
Realizing that he and Zetta were not that much farther from the village, Magnum Crusher D stopped running, letting Zetta dart off into the village by himself to gather the attention of their opponents to come, his plan being to use Zetta's straight forward personality to formulate a plan that would allow him to take at least one of their opponents by surprise.
Tensing his legs muscles and crouching down before leaping into the air, Magnum Crusher D hurled himself high into the sky, his innate ability to fly taking over as soon as his intimate interim wore off. His hurtling body soared through the trees, branches breaking as his steel hard body flew through them, not flinching once when he impacted against one. Then he was in the sky, his enhanced vision zooming into the village below, just in time for Zetta to kill the first of Turtle's students. The echoes of a woman screaming, reached his ears even though he was easily a hundred feet in the air above the battle field, his hearing just as enhanced as his vision.
“Exactly as I thought he would...” Magnum Crusher D thought, as he watched Zetta quickly become surrounded by the remaining students of Turtle, judging by the symbols he read on back of each warrior there were two remaining.
Not one to shy from a battle when one of his comrades were involved, Magnum Crusher D focused a small measure of his power causing it to soak into the muscles of his body; a moment later he disappeared moving so fast that it was impossible for normal opponents to read his movements. He 'reappeared' behind the one warrior who had not yet attacked Zetta. Magnum Crusher D, raised his left arm and flung it to the back of the warriors neck simultaneously sending energy flowing into his arm so that a blade of ki erupted from his arm slicing clean through the warriors neck, the head went flying through the air spraying blood all over the grounds of the village as it flew, hitting the ground rolling only to stop in front of the girl that Zetta had just smiled at, she burst into a fit of screams her anguished voice sending shivers down the spines of every villager who heard it.
Magnum Crusher D had yet to finish though, darting forward to kick the back of the remaining warrior, sending him stumbling into the Zetta's fist, the impact of the blow causing the human to cough blood all over the ground, not giving the human a moment to think, Magnum Crusher D formed his right hand into a fist, driving it into the spot where the human's neck and spine met, breaking it; the human died instantly.
A cold wind blew into the village just then, as the lifeless bodies of Turtle's students slumped to the ground, and the world seemed to mourn as dark clouds gathered in the skies, blotting out the suns rays and casting deep shadows upon the Earth beneath.
“Well done..,” the words seem to whisper in the ears of Zetta and Magnum Crusher D, like some foreign being was speaking to them from afar, or perhaps it was all in their minds, a by product of having just been in a heated battle.
The three corpses that littered the battlefield began to glow a strange black mist rising from their bodies, the mist seeming to take on the shape of the warriors as they appeared in life, except this time they seemed to be screaming, their mouths open wide yelling in silent agony. Another gust of wind blew into the air, chilling the villagers to the bone, dispersing the misty forms of the warriors.
Magnum Crusher D stood still for a moment, shocked at what he had seen, his mind unable to form a logical conclusion. Deciding it was not something he should concern himself with the Triclops turned to his namekian ally, a wide smile appearing on his face.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2012 23:46:09 GMT -5
-Month 4 Year 2-
You'd think a huge gladiator arena like the one the snake school ran and Master Cobra spoke of would be easy to spot The Infected Triclops thought to himself.
Magnum Crusher D was walking in the middle of the forest, looking around for the gladiator structure he heard from a group of Indians nearby. After training stance under the great Master Cobra for two months, he was then told of a place where he could present his now mastered skills.
It was particularly dark on this day, the only illumination within this thick wall of greenery being the sun that poked its way through the many leaves that covered the ceiling of this place. Those Indians warned Magnum Crusher D that another tribe surrounded the base of the tower, one that tried to attack any trespassers that weren't pure of heart. Magnum Crusher D wasn't exactly a saint, either.
A glowing light began to burst through the path he was on. God damn darkness was really starting to get to him after a while, so maybe this one would bring about some luck. He stuck his hands through the hole and pushed the green plants aside to get a good look at the sight in front of him. A multitude of things were taken in by the battle-hardened Triclops at once. First thing he could see was a great amount of tents that surrounded the base of a large tower, one that extended up to unimaginable heights. The next thing to enter his mind was the fact that many people were staring at him. They all seemed to share cloth and appearance traits alike, each with tanned skin and headbands of a tealish color.
One of these men slowly approached the Triclops cautiously, unsure if he was a friend or a foe. All Magnum Crusher D could do was smile at the tribe, now knowing what their intentions were. Looks like it was time to get his hands dirty a bit. The Indian sniffed the warrior's body, leaving Magnum Crusher D to be as still as a stone statue. He never felt uncomfortable in this kind of situation. Dealing with races from all ends of the universe came with its perks, allowing him to overcome many fears and awkward situations. He might not have been a Triclops Elite, but that was due to his horrible past. He had the strength and overcame hardships no Elite could even begin to imagine.
”Are you friend, or foe?” He spoke with an accent that was definitely a foreign one, sounding like a primitive human.
Of course these men were not very educated in the ideals of a sophisticated society, the same was with Magnum Crusher D's race. They were never one for the fancy things in life, letting their brutal, core senses come out on the field of battle. Magnum Crusher D looked down at the small human, quickly lashing out an uppercut that ravaged the man's chin. He flew into the air, Magnum Crusher D speeding under his body and bringing his hand up with great speed. As his fist went right through the Indian’s chest, he smiled over to the rest of the tribe.
”Foe,” he said, a sadistic sprinkle within his tone of voice.
He crushed the man's heart, the blood trickling down his arm as a single child let out a shriek of terror. Ah, how did Magnum Crusher D enjoy that sound. He threw the man's lifeless corpse over to the side as the men readied themselves for battle. The women were hurrying their children into the tents as the first man rushed out at Magnum Crusher D. Such a weakling wasn't even worth his time, his scouter giving off a combo of whirring and clicking to let him know this human had a power level of ten. He quickly swayed around the flurry of punches that came his way, his legs barely moving as he made his way around every fist. The man ceased his onslaught with a shocked expression on his face. He must have known his life was now over. The bloodied Triclops quickly sprang forward with a jump, slamming his knee right into the man's nose. He fell to the ground, pain-filled cries leaving his mouth. Just as quickly, it was replaced with the cracking of ribs. The man's life was over, a boot mark engraved into his side that pierced his heart.
He could have been someone's father, or husband. That never mattered to Magnum Crusher D though, he had to find out all the different ways to become stronger, and this 'Earth' offered many strong warriors to train and kill. The second of the three strongest men rushed forward, trying to send a kick into Magnum Crusher D's forehead. He quickly ducked under the kick, a grin coming to his face as his hair swayed in the wind of the man's attack. Yet the human was not shocked, but merely angered. Guess this bastard was a friend to the corpse on the ground. Magnum Crusher D backed up a punch came after him, almost making contact with him. He quickly tried to spring forward, but another punch was already pursuing him. Ready to take it on, he pumped his chest out and let the human punch him.
The man smiled that he managed to land a solid hit... But why didn't Magnum Crusher D get blown back? The Triclops slowly grabbed the man's hand and applied pressure to his grip. This piece of scum never even had a chance. The cracking of bones filled the air, the children crying in their tents as the man yelled. How horrible for him to prolong their suffering of hearing this. As if it was his own act of mercy, he sent a fist into the man's throat, ending his life with a fountain of blood leaving his mouth. Another corpse was added to the list, and the last man held a battle stance. He was shivering, but the merciless Triclops had to give him credit for standing up for his tribe, even against an opponent like him.
He approached the man, grabbing the collar of whatever kind of unknown cloth he was wearing on his top, and lifted him off the ground.
”I'll make you a deal. You tell me what I want, and your village lives,” he said, no emotion within his voice. It was obvious that he knew he was wasting time here, and more bodies were just going to take him away from his goal.
The man quickly nodded, a few whimpers escaping his lips out of the intense fear he felt.
”Good. This is the path which takes me to the demon gate where the entrance to the Gladiator Collusium is, as well as the peaceful demon who judges all those who seek this place through battle, yes?” A simple question, if he said so himself. Quick and to the point was always Magnum Crusher D's style, as he was a man who didn't like to waste time on formalities. The man gave a nod that signaled this was, in fact, that place where the God of Earth resided. Magnum Crusher D threw the man down to the ground, and he crawled over to a tent with great agility.
Magnum Crusher D let his aura surge, a veil of pure white energy surrounding his body as his energy spiked. He let the energy escape from the bottom of his feet, letting his fly into the air and follow the trail that this tower made for him. Like a comet, with a tail of white energy following him, he made his way down the path, possibly faster than others before him. Like that tribe could pull the wool over his eyes, their warriors might have been impressive. Maybe for humans. The end of the path as well as the entrance to the demon gate came faster than he thought, a large door with 2 demon guards with hells wind staffs crossed at the door in the form of an X, blocking the gate. There was also a grey camoflaughed skinned entity standing in a ring, a few feet from the gate on the left side.
Wanting to get this over with, he landed in front of the entity and let his aura disappear in a small shockwave of energy.
He slowly descended on the white, tile filled ground of the entry testing ground, his feet making a soft tapping noise on the ground. Magnum Crusher D took a look around the area to keep a sharp eye out for any enemies. It was a line of trees on each side of the path, a large building with pillars seemingly keeping it together, and a single man watering some plants on the side. If you could even call this obese fuck a man. He was large, with some sort of cloth on his top that was similar to what the Indians donned, and baggy white pants on.
”Hey, you. Is this where I can fight to get into the Gladiator Collusium in the Demon Gate, or what?” He wasn't about to be mislead now, not when he was so close.
The large man looked over to the Triclops, with a face that only a mother could love. Small round eyes stared into his, large red lips speaking to him.
”Ah, We haven’t had much new blood here in some time. Yes, this is where the Snake School funded fight club is,” he said plainly. Magnum Crusher D gave off a smile, glad that he finally found this old man.
”Well, where the hell is it? I'm not a patient man,” impatience finding its way into his voice as he spoke.
”You may only enter after completing your first task. You have to land a single punch on my face.”
Magnum Crusher D's left eyebrow arched a little in confusion, wondering about the nature of this task. It seemed easy enough though, considering that all the other Earthlings were so weak. Without warning, Magnum Crusher D cracked his knuckles and took a fighting pose.
”Okay then. Prepare yourself!” He sped forward, quickly sending a punch toward the black genie's face. Why didn't he hear any bones crack though? Looking to his fist, he saw that this man caught it. How was that even possible, when the humans set the bar so low?! Out of anger, he used his other fist to send another punch at the man, only to be caught again. Magnum Crusher D growled as he back stepped to get his bearings back, a little ticked that this man seemed to be on par with his speed, if not faster.
Thinking it might have been just a fluke, he dug the tip of his boot into the ground and sped after the man, sending a flurry of punches at anywhere on his face. Whether it was his cheek, his chin, his eye, anything needed to be hit. Yet all of his punches were not countered, but completely caught. He wasn't even using any kind of blocking, every punch was met with a palm. How did this man manage to keep up with a Triclops's speed? Now Magnum Crusher D was pissed!
He went back and sent a fist forward, letting a packet of energy release from his knuckles. The ki came at the large man without warning, blowing his body back out of sheer force. This was his chance! His energy formed itself into his white aura and his body sped forward, bringing his fist down in an arch like motion.
”Now, finish it!”
He sent his fist up, connecting with the man's chin with a great impact. The black genie was sent backward, holding his chin in pain. But was he mad? The exact opposite, he was happy for some reason. Magnum Crusher D had a questionable look on his face.
”It's been a while since someone could do that. You pass.”
”Well, it's about damn time.” He smiled at the man, already feeling the effects of this training.
He then walked towards the demon gate, the guards uncrossing their hells wind staffs and opening the gate, allowing Magnum Crusher D to enter.
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