Post by Zach on Jan 24, 2012 20:26:54 GMT -5
Another day had passed and Zach was ready to continue his self taught training. With the eye laser technique under his belt it was time to develop something that would help him turn his opponent’s attacks against them, specifically energy blasts and beams. Since his shielded bracers, chest plate and leg armor did an admirable job of deflecting energy used against him and to a lesser extent, absorbing physical blows, there was little else he could do to improve them. They however couldn’t be used offensively effectively with exception to kneeing one’s opponent. What Zach had in mind was something that would both protect him and redirect his opponent’s energy strait back at them, enabling the teen to return incoming fire without even having to know the technique being used against him.
What he was settling on as he finished breakfast and made his way to the same training garden as the previous day was a shield configuration that would guide the incoming blast around in a loop and send it back in the direction that it came from. The shape would though have to be something he’d have to experiment with and for that he’d need another of the students to train with. It wasn’t that hard to find a willing participant, heck, even master Abuul might be willing to help. But the blonde didn’t want to involve the man, he was much to timid to dish out the power Zach needed to experiment with out of some misplaced fear of hurting him. Instead as he strode to the garden he passed by one of the others where the students were training with offensive energy and politely pulled the instructor aside. After a few minutes of conversation in which he explained his intention and need as well as the reason, alluding to the events at the banquet, the instructor discharged his best student from the class and assigned him to Zach.
The two quickly made their way to the garden Zach intended to use, his assistant close at hand and thrilled to be getting a chance to use his abilities for something productive. Zach had a sneaking suspicion though that the guy also just wanted to prove himself to the other students by getting a chance to wail on him. He could try but Zach was so much further advanced that a single punch would probably cripple the boy. Finally they were in position, Zach’s assistant taking off his gi in a vain attempt to impress the blonde. Zach simply shook his head and held a palm out toward the boy.
“Ok, now we are gong to do this one shot at a time. I am going to form a shield and when I nod, you shoot at it, not at me, got it?” Zach instructed as he started to channel his energy.
“Yeah sure, no problem.” the boy replied and prepared to launch a ki ball at him.
The first exchange was less then stellar. Before Zach even started to shape a amorphous blob of energy in his hand, the boy let loose with a blast that hit him right in the chest, forcing the blonde to stumble back a few steps. Zach dropped his arm and glared at the chuckling kid, growling.
“What did I just tell you?” he snarled and marched towards the boy.
“Oh hey sorry about that, went off a little early.” the boy replied.
“Being the most advanced in your class doesn’t make you the best. If you want me to brake your arm, do that again.” Zach grumbled, stopping and raising his palm towards the boy once more. The threat seemed to work as the kid’s chuckling turned extraordinarily sheepish.
With his trainee straitened out, Zach turned his attention back to the matter at hand. His first few tries would be with a simple, flat paddle that he’d use to bounce the blast back. It became evident very quickly that this design wouldn’t work. What blasts didn’t explode on contact, ended up bouncing off at uncontrolled angles, one nearly taking the kid’s head off, granted that was the desired effect when used against a real opponent. A brief argument ensued during which the boy protected being shot at and to which Zach responded it was he who was doing the shooting, if he couldn’t get out of his own projectiles way it was his own fault and that redirecting the shots was the point of the entire project.
After a short break Zach tried another shape, molding the shield energy into a rough bowl configuration. Again though the shots were exploding rather then being bounced back, telling Zach that the deflection had to be something gentler so as not to detonate the blasts. Several more configurations were tried, each with similar results. At one point Zach even tried to make a retro-reflector shape however all that accomplished was to divide the blasts that didn’t explode into two and three parts and send them flying back in the general direction of his trainee.
By now both were starting to get tired and it was nearing lunch time. They broke for the mid day meal and all during this period Zach spent more time looking at his hand while he made all manner of intricate shapes with his fingers. At one point another of the students asked if he was practicing sign language and that if he was he had a very dirty mouth. Zach laughed the comment off and resumed his musings, inevitably though his mind kept returning to the retro-reflector. While some of the blasts had exploded, most were successfully redirected, although with the unfortunate consequence of having been divided and sent off in sometimes random directions. What interested Zach though is that he’d been able to divide the blasts without detonating them.
Upon their return to the garden, Zach changed the configuration of his hand, pointing his fist at the student this time. Summoning up more energy, the teen formed a sharp cone that flanged out at the base and gave a nod, signaling the trainee to fire. The bright yellow blast tore across the yard and slammed into the cone, splitting into a large, donut shaped blob of energy. It only stayed in that configuration for an instant before collapsing back in on itself around Zach’s arm. The blonde teen was lucky it was only intended as a training blast otherwise he might have been missing an arm. Instead he had a red, stinging bruise encircling his forearm just passed the wrist.
“Oh jeez man! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” the boy suddenly erupted, thinking Zach was going to pound him into the sand for the accident.
“No no. That’s ok. I think I did that.” Zach replied. “Let’s try that again.”
“Ok man, if you’re sure.” the boy responded and readied another blast.
Once more the blast was neatly split into an expanding donut shape, a torus as Zach recalled from school, before collapsing back on itself from the energy’s own elastic properties. The explosion produced a yelp of pain from Zach this time followed by a frustrated growl. It was painful but he’d definitely stumbled onto something.
Changing the shape one again, Zach formed another cone in his hand but extended the flanged edges of the base around in a convoluted shape that made the exterior surface of the cone fold almost entirely back upon it’s self and then flatten out toward his opponent. Another test yielded a result Zach was looking for. The blast entered the convoluted shape of the shield and was pierced by the cone’s tip. Then as the torus of energy expanded from it’s own momentum, it rode the surface of the cone down to the flanged base, was guided around the curved inner surface of the flange and then collapsed back on it’s self around the cone. The result sent the reformed blast hurtling back at the trainee and had he not already been shirtless, would have blew the garment apart. Both boys stood there in awe, although one of them now had his back planted in the side of the building.
“I think… That’s what I’m looking for.” Zach commented and grinned at the other boy. With a little help to get out of the wall and a lot of convincing, Zach managed to get one more test out of his helper. The result was just as spectacular as the previous trial, in an instant the blast when from careening towards Zach, to hurtling back at the boy who’d launched it. This time it plowed into his stomach and left him doubled over on the ground, much to Zach’s delight and the boy’s dismay. He helped the boy up, thanked him for his assistance and made good on the promise that had gained him the second trial. Both boys headed off to the showers and then out to the woods for a private game of ‘Doctor.’
{Cone Buster: By forming a convoluted shield around either of his fists, Zach can redirect an energy blast or beam back towards the opponent launching it. Due to the act of splitting the blast/beam’s energy and guiding it around a curved surface before letting it recombine into it’s original form, the shield can redirect tremendous quantities of energy without Zach having to match the amount of power being directed against him. The shield however has to be aimed directly at the incoming blast/beam to work and the blast/beam cannot be more then a foot in diameter otherwise it would wash over the shield and detonate. May only be used on one hand at a time.}
{Power Level increase requested.}
What he was settling on as he finished breakfast and made his way to the same training garden as the previous day was a shield configuration that would guide the incoming blast around in a loop and send it back in the direction that it came from. The shape would though have to be something he’d have to experiment with and for that he’d need another of the students to train with. It wasn’t that hard to find a willing participant, heck, even master Abuul might be willing to help. But the blonde didn’t want to involve the man, he was much to timid to dish out the power Zach needed to experiment with out of some misplaced fear of hurting him. Instead as he strode to the garden he passed by one of the others where the students were training with offensive energy and politely pulled the instructor aside. After a few minutes of conversation in which he explained his intention and need as well as the reason, alluding to the events at the banquet, the instructor discharged his best student from the class and assigned him to Zach.
The two quickly made their way to the garden Zach intended to use, his assistant close at hand and thrilled to be getting a chance to use his abilities for something productive. Zach had a sneaking suspicion though that the guy also just wanted to prove himself to the other students by getting a chance to wail on him. He could try but Zach was so much further advanced that a single punch would probably cripple the boy. Finally they were in position, Zach’s assistant taking off his gi in a vain attempt to impress the blonde. Zach simply shook his head and held a palm out toward the boy.
“Ok, now we are gong to do this one shot at a time. I am going to form a shield and when I nod, you shoot at it, not at me, got it?” Zach instructed as he started to channel his energy.
“Yeah sure, no problem.” the boy replied and prepared to launch a ki ball at him.
The first exchange was less then stellar. Before Zach even started to shape a amorphous blob of energy in his hand, the boy let loose with a blast that hit him right in the chest, forcing the blonde to stumble back a few steps. Zach dropped his arm and glared at the chuckling kid, growling.
“What did I just tell you?” he snarled and marched towards the boy.
“Oh hey sorry about that, went off a little early.” the boy replied.
“Being the most advanced in your class doesn’t make you the best. If you want me to brake your arm, do that again.” Zach grumbled, stopping and raising his palm towards the boy once more. The threat seemed to work as the kid’s chuckling turned extraordinarily sheepish.
With his trainee straitened out, Zach turned his attention back to the matter at hand. His first few tries would be with a simple, flat paddle that he’d use to bounce the blast back. It became evident very quickly that this design wouldn’t work. What blasts didn’t explode on contact, ended up bouncing off at uncontrolled angles, one nearly taking the kid’s head off, granted that was the desired effect when used against a real opponent. A brief argument ensued during which the boy protected being shot at and to which Zach responded it was he who was doing the shooting, if he couldn’t get out of his own projectiles way it was his own fault and that redirecting the shots was the point of the entire project.
After a short break Zach tried another shape, molding the shield energy into a rough bowl configuration. Again though the shots were exploding rather then being bounced back, telling Zach that the deflection had to be something gentler so as not to detonate the blasts. Several more configurations were tried, each with similar results. At one point Zach even tried to make a retro-reflector shape however all that accomplished was to divide the blasts that didn’t explode into two and three parts and send them flying back in the general direction of his trainee.
By now both were starting to get tired and it was nearing lunch time. They broke for the mid day meal and all during this period Zach spent more time looking at his hand while he made all manner of intricate shapes with his fingers. At one point another of the students asked if he was practicing sign language and that if he was he had a very dirty mouth. Zach laughed the comment off and resumed his musings, inevitably though his mind kept returning to the retro-reflector. While some of the blasts had exploded, most were successfully redirected, although with the unfortunate consequence of having been divided and sent off in sometimes random directions. What interested Zach though is that he’d been able to divide the blasts without detonating them.
Upon their return to the garden, Zach changed the configuration of his hand, pointing his fist at the student this time. Summoning up more energy, the teen formed a sharp cone that flanged out at the base and gave a nod, signaling the trainee to fire. The bright yellow blast tore across the yard and slammed into the cone, splitting into a large, donut shaped blob of energy. It only stayed in that configuration for an instant before collapsing back in on itself around Zach’s arm. The blonde teen was lucky it was only intended as a training blast otherwise he might have been missing an arm. Instead he had a red, stinging bruise encircling his forearm just passed the wrist.
“Oh jeez man! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” the boy suddenly erupted, thinking Zach was going to pound him into the sand for the accident.
“No no. That’s ok. I think I did that.” Zach replied. “Let’s try that again.”
“Ok man, if you’re sure.” the boy responded and readied another blast.
Once more the blast was neatly split into an expanding donut shape, a torus as Zach recalled from school, before collapsing back on itself from the energy’s own elastic properties. The explosion produced a yelp of pain from Zach this time followed by a frustrated growl. It was painful but he’d definitely stumbled onto something.
Changing the shape one again, Zach formed another cone in his hand but extended the flanged edges of the base around in a convoluted shape that made the exterior surface of the cone fold almost entirely back upon it’s self and then flatten out toward his opponent. Another test yielded a result Zach was looking for. The blast entered the convoluted shape of the shield and was pierced by the cone’s tip. Then as the torus of energy expanded from it’s own momentum, it rode the surface of the cone down to the flanged base, was guided around the curved inner surface of the flange and then collapsed back on it’s self around the cone. The result sent the reformed blast hurtling back at the trainee and had he not already been shirtless, would have blew the garment apart. Both boys stood there in awe, although one of them now had his back planted in the side of the building.
“I think… That’s what I’m looking for.” Zach commented and grinned at the other boy. With a little help to get out of the wall and a lot of convincing, Zach managed to get one more test out of his helper. The result was just as spectacular as the previous trial, in an instant the blast when from careening towards Zach, to hurtling back at the boy who’d launched it. This time it plowed into his stomach and left him doubled over on the ground, much to Zach’s delight and the boy’s dismay. He helped the boy up, thanked him for his assistance and made good on the promise that had gained him the second trial. Both boys headed off to the showers and then out to the woods for a private game of ‘Doctor.’
{Cone Buster: By forming a convoluted shield around either of his fists, Zach can redirect an energy blast or beam back towards the opponent launching it. Due to the act of splitting the blast/beam’s energy and guiding it around a curved surface before letting it recombine into it’s original form, the shield can redirect tremendous quantities of energy without Zach having to match the amount of power being directed against him. The shield however has to be aimed directly at the incoming blast/beam to work and the blast/beam cannot be more then a foot in diameter otherwise it would wash over the shield and detonate. May only be used on one hand at a time.}
{Power Level increase requested.}
