Post by Kalous (TheNewGuy) on Sept 1, 2013 23:27:45 GMT -5
After, what seemed like, hours of maranading in a soup which was much more than his own blood at this point; Kalous had decided his body was well enough to rise from his weakened slumber. Carefully Kalous lifted his head to scan the area for any movement before he slowly raised his body into a sitting position using only his abdominal muscles as his arms laid nearly lifeless at his sides. His body was still thoroughly battered, but he knew he did not have the time to take himself back into the healing tank, and so he continued to rise until he was nearly upright except for leaning against the wall for support. He used his hand as a guide across the wall as he managed to arrive at the stairs in a short enough amount of time. He knew what little energy he still possessed would be of more use continuing to gather rather than wasting it on a quick flight to the main floor.
Luckily it had been long enough of all of the blood that had been pouring from his body to dry. The lone solace of not slipping about on your own blood was a small comfort for a man who had almost died twice within the last fortnight. Sadly, Kalous had sustained a couple broken ribs in the process of his victory. They came with a pain and with an occasional cough it caused excruciating pain which caused him to grind his teeth as he grunted out the weakness that was leaving his body. It was then, after his fifth cough and millionth curse, that he had arrived at the main floor.
The estate was now battle-scarred and uninhabitable but the lessons learned within it were invaluable, and after stumbling, hopping, sliding, and slithering along the decayed floor Kalous managed to make it back to the armory. It was a splendid surprised to arrive to find it fully stocked with his favorite model of armor--perfect to replace the one that's still barely hanging on to his body after the punishment it was forced to take through Kalous' own incompetence. Fortunately it did not take long to change into a new suit even through the pain of his injuries.
It didn't take long for him to gather the nerve to leave the safety of the armor and once again tread down the decrepit hall towards the front door. It did, however, take him a while to reach the door around the rubble and holes in the building. Kalous was glad that at least his power was beginning to return to him, and even more so from his natural Saiyan ability to gain a vast amount of power from his near-death experience. Before he stepped though the automatic door he took in a deep breath--fighting through the pain in his side--and exhaled as he righted his body and lowered his hands from his injuries to his sides before stepping out into the high-class area of the Caulif district. He had never seen something so grand in his entire life, but his awe would have to wait, for now his job had returned to survival and escape...
Luckily it had been long enough of all of the blood that had been pouring from his body to dry. The lone solace of not slipping about on your own blood was a small comfort for a man who had almost died twice within the last fortnight. Sadly, Kalous had sustained a couple broken ribs in the process of his victory. They came with a pain and with an occasional cough it caused excruciating pain which caused him to grind his teeth as he grunted out the weakness that was leaving his body. It was then, after his fifth cough and millionth curse, that he had arrived at the main floor.
The estate was now battle-scarred and uninhabitable but the lessons learned within it were invaluable, and after stumbling, hopping, sliding, and slithering along the decayed floor Kalous managed to make it back to the armory. It was a splendid surprised to arrive to find it fully stocked with his favorite model of armor--perfect to replace the one that's still barely hanging on to his body after the punishment it was forced to take through Kalous' own incompetence. Fortunately it did not take long to change into a new suit even through the pain of his injuries.
It didn't take long for him to gather the nerve to leave the safety of the armor and once again tread down the decrepit hall towards the front door. It did, however, take him a while to reach the door around the rubble and holes in the building. Kalous was glad that at least his power was beginning to return to him, and even more so from his natural Saiyan ability to gain a vast amount of power from his near-death experience. Before he stepped though the automatic door he took in a deep breath--fighting through the pain in his side--and exhaled as he righted his body and lowered his hands from his injuries to his sides before stepping out into the high-class area of the Caulif district. He had never seen something so grand in his entire life, but his awe would have to wait, for now his job had returned to survival and escape...