Post by Whelk on Feb 10, 2016 4:43:47 GMT
For once in his life he did not have nightmares. He closed his eyes and then seemingly a few seconds later he was awake. The intense joy he felt at not being haunted by the memories of his past were quickly snuffed out by the pain that filled his body. His left eye throbbed and he winced in pain as he tried to sit up but was streak like lightning shot up his side. Sucking in air he forced his feet over the side and he clutched his rib cage. Reaching up, he tenderly felt how swollen his eye was, and then he jerked his hand away in a fit of both shame and embarrassment. For a few moments he did not move, he simply sat slumped over his bed, trying not to move but even breathing hurt.
The night before he had been ambushed by Gastro and his thugs. He dreaded going back to training today because he was sure it had already spread about how badly Gastro had taken it too Whelk. Despite whatever he would spread, he had gotten a few good licks in himself, and it didn't help that he was holding back. Truth be told, he was much stronger than Gastro, but he did not want to bring anymore attention to himself. Still, though, he felt like there was no returning after what happened last. He had a feeling he was going to regret fighting back.
After five to ten minutes of sulking he decided it was time to ignore the pain. Plus, once he was up and moving around he was sure the pain would go away. He had hoped so, at least, but as soon as he began his morning routine he found himself struggling to get through the twenty fifth push up. At about fifty he collapsed and falling onto his ribs certainly did not help. Letting out a yelp of pain he rolled onto his back and clutched his ribs tenderly. He sighed and decided it was time to regenerate. It would expend a lot of his energy but he needed it or else he was going to be struggling for the rest of the day.
Pushing himself to his feet he closed his eyes and he focused his ki on the pain in his body. His swollen eye, his bruised ribs, and the scrapes and cuts on his legs. What felt like only a few seconds, but was actually around ten minutes, he opened his eyes and his body felt right as rain. He reached up and the swelling on his eye was gone, his ribs no longer hurt aside from the ghost pain he felt, and his legs no longer throbbed. The flip side was that he felt drained and he would not be able to go as hard today as he would have normally. None the less he would still outshine everyone else.
Running quickly through his routine he found himself jogging to the training area. He was later than normal and everyone else was already there. Though they were in a strange formation he had never seen them in, at least, not this early in the morning. Whelk slowed down his pace and as he approached he started to make out what was being said. "....attacked me and my brothers last night. Out of nowhere to! He is a coward!" Whelk felt his heart drop as he approached and it became abundantly clear what was happening.
"That's not true!" Whelk piped in as he approached. The crowd split and Gastro turned on his heel, his bruising from the night before still showed, and Whelk quickly realized how guilty he probably looked now. He was completely healed while Gastro and his two minions, who Whelk now knew were his brothers, were limping around like he had smashed them to bits while they slept. "They attacked me, all three of them." He spoke confidently and came face to face with the other elders who were apparently overseeing the whole ordeal.
"He is lying! Look at him, he isn't even bruised, he sneaked up on his and wailed on us and then ran off!" Murmers began to happen around him and Whelk casually looked over his shoulder. They all thought of him as an outcast and this was as good an excuse as any to have him banished. Without the elders he would have no master and no matter how good he was he would never be able to progress on his own. He needed them.
"Looked to me like you guys were wailing on him," A voice from the crowd rang out and Whelk snapped his eyes to the man who had come to save him the previous evening. "It was three against one and he was down. Now, I cannot say for sure who started the fight since I wasn't there, but the way I see it a one on one is in order since you two have differences to make out." Whelk nearly laughed aloud at the look on Gastro's face when he spoke. He tried to protest but agreement began to rang out from the crowd and the tables turned on him.
"I accept." Whelk said casually as he crossed his arms and watched the gears turn in Gastro's head. A few grunts and a few grr's later Gastro relented.
"Fine, but when I kill him I expect you to bury the body." The anger seeped out of his voice as he turned his back to walked to the designated dueling area.
Few things about Namekians were lost in translation to other planets. They were seen as a peaceful people, a civilization who did not fight, but that was just the large part of his people. Labeling an entire species peaceful just because MOST of them were peaceful was not exactly fair. The thing with the Warrior Caste was that, above all else, they loved to fight. Maybe they didn't say it allowed because it was thought to be taboo, but, they did. Whelk knew he loved fighting, it was an art form, a dance of the fates where one misstep could lead to success or failure depending on which side you were on.
And Whelk was the greatest dancer of the lot. He had studied Gastro, he was a large loud mouth, and he hated Whelk. It would have been stupid to ignore him. He studied him, knew his moves, knew how to frustrate him and now that it was just him and Gastro... well he was ready to Tango for sure. It did not take long for the small crowd to gather and Whelk and Gastro began their warm ups.
"Just don't let him hit you head on," Whelk turned to see the man who had come to his aid the night before and also saved him from being outcast. "Stupid as all hell, that one, but he can throw a punch." He smirked and Whelk began to notice the features of the Namekian. He was older, much older than Whelk, and his skin was beginning to wrinkle but it did not hide the fact that under those wrinkles stood a powerful warrior. His muscles were large and his body was covered in scars as if he had seen battle on more than one occasion. "Snai." He said after Whelk simply stared at him for a few moments.
"Whelk." He said quietly as he stuck his hand out to shake the mans hand.
"Good luck out there." He smirked and gave Whelk a small pat on the back.
Strangely enough the tiny bit of encouragement that Snai provided him was enough to renew his vigor. Knowing that even though it wasn't much, there was at least one person rooting for him on this day, and he would not let him down. It all began here, his quest to become the greatest warrior from the planet Namek. He had already passed the test his father had laid out, the test of evil, now he had to pass the test of good. Gastro was not the final boss, no, but he was the first level and he would not fail this early in his quest.
"No killing," A voice said loudly as the two approached. He was an elder Warrior Caste Namekian and he was nothing to be trifled with. "The fight stops when if one of us intervenes," He paused to motion to the three other judges who were all equally imposing. "Or if one of you surrenders. Failure to yield will result in a severe punishment. Understood?" Gastro and Whelk nodded their heads in agreement and then the elder Namekian spoke the words. "Begin."
Gastro wasted no time in beginning his attack, Whelk had predicted it, and prepared to move quickly. Letting out a roaring yell he flung himself at Whelk and swung a powerful punch at Whelk. Nimble on his feet, Whelk back peddled, and the strike whiffed miserably. Gastro was caught off balance and moving fast than Gastro could keep up with he sent a powerful kick at his knee. It landed and Gastro wailed in pain as he clutched at his knee.
Whelk stepped in to attack again but Gastro anticipated it and he flung his arm around in a powerful spinning back fist. Whelk could feel the wind from the strike as it whistled over his head and he sent two powerful jabs at the larger Namekians ribs. He could vaguely hear either a gasp or a cheer from the crowd as his two blows landed hard and he jumped away from Gastro. He clutched his ribs and he huffed in pain and but it seemed to only make him angry.
The next few minutes of the fight were a carefully choreographed danced wherein Whelk narrowly avoided a powerful blow from Gastro and hit him with a few weak jabs. Either to his stomach, his jaw, or his legs, Whelk was slowly picking apart his foe and barely wasting any energy. He could not help but grow in confidence as the fight wore on and he slowly began to let his guard down. Instead of finishing the fight he was toying with Gastro, the de-facto leader of their little clan, and it felt great.
Or at least it did up until Whelk went in for another set of jabs to the ribs and he felt a powerful blow to the side of his head. First he saw stars, then blackness, then he felt a crash into the side of a large tree. The blow must have been something because he could feel the tree tilt under the weight of the blow. Limply, Whelk collapsed to the ground, but he caught himself so that he was on his hands and knees. The only reminder that he was in the middle of a fight came when he heard Gastro's roar grow louder and he looked up to see that he was coming down with his hands clasped together and looked to slam him into the center of the earth.
Whelk pushed himself backwards, nearly tripping on his own feet as he slid to a halt a few feet away from Gastro's attack, but what happened next really put into perspective how strong Gastro was. His blow connected with the ground and created a crater that was around two feet deep. Dirt flew into Whelk's eyes and debris crashed all around him as he covered his eyes with his elbows. The look on his face must have been complete shock because when Gastro saw it he couldn't help but laugh.
"That's right, freak, I am a lot stronger than you thought." He wasn't kidding. Whelk would have never pegged him to be able to land an attack like that and he had to admit the confidence he had built earlier in the fight was slowly dwindling. "That isn't all, either, have you ever heard of a Great Namek?" Of course Whelk had, in fact, he was able to take the form himself but he wasn't aware that any of the other Warrior Caste his age had learned it. He thought only the elders who helped train were able to use the technique.
But with a howl Gastro began to power up, his roar was loud enough to drain out all of the crowd, though Whelk was sure this time he did hear a gasp from the crowd. The ground underneath Gastro began to slowly rise in the air as a powerful aura surrounded Gastro and his body began to grow. Whelk wondered how big he would make himself and he got his answer when he was staring up at a Namekian large enough to squash him. His laughter filled the air and then Whelk decided it was time to stop standing around.
A large arm descended down upon Whelk but he dodged out of the way, the power from the blow was enough to take out the tree he had crashed into earlier, and now it was time to play it smart again. He considered for a moment unleashing the form himself, but, he thought against it. He could still beat Gastro without revealing how strong he was. He just had to be smart about it. So he was, instead of fighting offensively, he went purely defensive and focused on dodging the large Namekian's strikes. He was bigger and stronger, but, his moves were significantly slower. So Whelk focused on dodging until an opportunity presented itself.
It was not until a few moments later that he realized he would get nowhere dodging. From the ground he was going to do nothing, he had to get closer, and he had just the idea. When Gastro brought down one of his attacks, Whelk leaped over it, and he took off through the air flying. While it was not an uncommon technique, no one knew he could fly, so when he went streaking through the air and shot two ki blasts into Gastro's eyes he definitely heard a rumbling from the crowd.
As Gastro yelled and screamed, covering his eyes, Whelk began his final technique. Forming two ki blasts in his hands, he gathered enough Ki, and yelling as loudly as he could "ANARCHY SHOTTTTTTTT!" he unleashed an energy barrage that began to pelt Gastro all over. He wasn't aiming to kill him, to be sure, but he would definitely not be in form enough to maintain his Great Namek state and probably unable to fight.
Panting, he slowly descended from the air, and as the debris and smoke cleared Whelk saw that Gastro had been defeated. He lay crumpled on the ground, wounded, but not dead from the air in his lungs rising and lowering. The elders converged on Gastro while the crowd all approached Whelk. "You can fly? That was amazing! Anarchy shot? I have never heard of that!" All the most he had been spoken to since he had arrived here. He had to admit, it felt good, mostly sticking it to Gastro but the feeling of others congratulating him was even more inspiring.
The rest of the day seemed to pass in an instant as he spoke with the Elders about how strong he really was. He convinced them that it was just a heat of the moment thing but he could tell they were still curious as to where he came from. He never made problems for them before so they did not say much, but, he could tell they would be looking into it further. None the less, he went back to his home a lot happier than when he left. For once, he didn't mind Namek, and the thought of leaving the planet did not even cross his mind.
WC: 2,630, PL please.
Training Thread 1/5.
Total WC: 2,630
The night before he had been ambushed by Gastro and his thugs. He dreaded going back to training today because he was sure it had already spread about how badly Gastro had taken it too Whelk. Despite whatever he would spread, he had gotten a few good licks in himself, and it didn't help that he was holding back. Truth be told, he was much stronger than Gastro, but he did not want to bring anymore attention to himself. Still, though, he felt like there was no returning after what happened last. He had a feeling he was going to regret fighting back.
After five to ten minutes of sulking he decided it was time to ignore the pain. Plus, once he was up and moving around he was sure the pain would go away. He had hoped so, at least, but as soon as he began his morning routine he found himself struggling to get through the twenty fifth push up. At about fifty he collapsed and falling onto his ribs certainly did not help. Letting out a yelp of pain he rolled onto his back and clutched his ribs tenderly. He sighed and decided it was time to regenerate. It would expend a lot of his energy but he needed it or else he was going to be struggling for the rest of the day.
Pushing himself to his feet he closed his eyes and he focused his ki on the pain in his body. His swollen eye, his bruised ribs, and the scrapes and cuts on his legs. What felt like only a few seconds, but was actually around ten minutes, he opened his eyes and his body felt right as rain. He reached up and the swelling on his eye was gone, his ribs no longer hurt aside from the ghost pain he felt, and his legs no longer throbbed. The flip side was that he felt drained and he would not be able to go as hard today as he would have normally. None the less he would still outshine everyone else.
Running quickly through his routine he found himself jogging to the training area. He was later than normal and everyone else was already there. Though they were in a strange formation he had never seen them in, at least, not this early in the morning. Whelk slowed down his pace and as he approached he started to make out what was being said. "....attacked me and my brothers last night. Out of nowhere to! He is a coward!" Whelk felt his heart drop as he approached and it became abundantly clear what was happening.
"That's not true!" Whelk piped in as he approached. The crowd split and Gastro turned on his heel, his bruising from the night before still showed, and Whelk quickly realized how guilty he probably looked now. He was completely healed while Gastro and his two minions, who Whelk now knew were his brothers, were limping around like he had smashed them to bits while they slept. "They attacked me, all three of them." He spoke confidently and came face to face with the other elders who were apparently overseeing the whole ordeal.
"He is lying! Look at him, he isn't even bruised, he sneaked up on his and wailed on us and then ran off!" Murmers began to happen around him and Whelk casually looked over his shoulder. They all thought of him as an outcast and this was as good an excuse as any to have him banished. Without the elders he would have no master and no matter how good he was he would never be able to progress on his own. He needed them.
"Looked to me like you guys were wailing on him," A voice from the crowd rang out and Whelk snapped his eyes to the man who had come to save him the previous evening. "It was three against one and he was down. Now, I cannot say for sure who started the fight since I wasn't there, but the way I see it a one on one is in order since you two have differences to make out." Whelk nearly laughed aloud at the look on Gastro's face when he spoke. He tried to protest but agreement began to rang out from the crowd and the tables turned on him.
"I accept." Whelk said casually as he crossed his arms and watched the gears turn in Gastro's head. A few grunts and a few grr's later Gastro relented.
"Fine, but when I kill him I expect you to bury the body." The anger seeped out of his voice as he turned his back to walked to the designated dueling area.
Few things about Namekians were lost in translation to other planets. They were seen as a peaceful people, a civilization who did not fight, but that was just the large part of his people. Labeling an entire species peaceful just because MOST of them were peaceful was not exactly fair. The thing with the Warrior Caste was that, above all else, they loved to fight. Maybe they didn't say it allowed because it was thought to be taboo, but, they did. Whelk knew he loved fighting, it was an art form, a dance of the fates where one misstep could lead to success or failure depending on which side you were on.
And Whelk was the greatest dancer of the lot. He had studied Gastro, he was a large loud mouth, and he hated Whelk. It would have been stupid to ignore him. He studied him, knew his moves, knew how to frustrate him and now that it was just him and Gastro... well he was ready to Tango for sure. It did not take long for the small crowd to gather and Whelk and Gastro began their warm ups.
"Just don't let him hit you head on," Whelk turned to see the man who had come to his aid the night before and also saved him from being outcast. "Stupid as all hell, that one, but he can throw a punch." He smirked and Whelk began to notice the features of the Namekian. He was older, much older than Whelk, and his skin was beginning to wrinkle but it did not hide the fact that under those wrinkles stood a powerful warrior. His muscles were large and his body was covered in scars as if he had seen battle on more than one occasion. "Snai." He said after Whelk simply stared at him for a few moments.
"Whelk." He said quietly as he stuck his hand out to shake the mans hand.
"Good luck out there." He smirked and gave Whelk a small pat on the back.
Strangely enough the tiny bit of encouragement that Snai provided him was enough to renew his vigor. Knowing that even though it wasn't much, there was at least one person rooting for him on this day, and he would not let him down. It all began here, his quest to become the greatest warrior from the planet Namek. He had already passed the test his father had laid out, the test of evil, now he had to pass the test of good. Gastro was not the final boss, no, but he was the first level and he would not fail this early in his quest.
"No killing," A voice said loudly as the two approached. He was an elder Warrior Caste Namekian and he was nothing to be trifled with. "The fight stops when if one of us intervenes," He paused to motion to the three other judges who were all equally imposing. "Or if one of you surrenders. Failure to yield will result in a severe punishment. Understood?" Gastro and Whelk nodded their heads in agreement and then the elder Namekian spoke the words. "Begin."
Gastro wasted no time in beginning his attack, Whelk had predicted it, and prepared to move quickly. Letting out a roaring yell he flung himself at Whelk and swung a powerful punch at Whelk. Nimble on his feet, Whelk back peddled, and the strike whiffed miserably. Gastro was caught off balance and moving fast than Gastro could keep up with he sent a powerful kick at his knee. It landed and Gastro wailed in pain as he clutched at his knee.
Whelk stepped in to attack again but Gastro anticipated it and he flung his arm around in a powerful spinning back fist. Whelk could feel the wind from the strike as it whistled over his head and he sent two powerful jabs at the larger Namekians ribs. He could vaguely hear either a gasp or a cheer from the crowd as his two blows landed hard and he jumped away from Gastro. He clutched his ribs and he huffed in pain and but it seemed to only make him angry.
The next few minutes of the fight were a carefully choreographed danced wherein Whelk narrowly avoided a powerful blow from Gastro and hit him with a few weak jabs. Either to his stomach, his jaw, or his legs, Whelk was slowly picking apart his foe and barely wasting any energy. He could not help but grow in confidence as the fight wore on and he slowly began to let his guard down. Instead of finishing the fight he was toying with Gastro, the de-facto leader of their little clan, and it felt great.
Or at least it did up until Whelk went in for another set of jabs to the ribs and he felt a powerful blow to the side of his head. First he saw stars, then blackness, then he felt a crash into the side of a large tree. The blow must have been something because he could feel the tree tilt under the weight of the blow. Limply, Whelk collapsed to the ground, but he caught himself so that he was on his hands and knees. The only reminder that he was in the middle of a fight came when he heard Gastro's roar grow louder and he looked up to see that he was coming down with his hands clasped together and looked to slam him into the center of the earth.
Whelk pushed himself backwards, nearly tripping on his own feet as he slid to a halt a few feet away from Gastro's attack, but what happened next really put into perspective how strong Gastro was. His blow connected with the ground and created a crater that was around two feet deep. Dirt flew into Whelk's eyes and debris crashed all around him as he covered his eyes with his elbows. The look on his face must have been complete shock because when Gastro saw it he couldn't help but laugh.
"That's right, freak, I am a lot stronger than you thought." He wasn't kidding. Whelk would have never pegged him to be able to land an attack like that and he had to admit the confidence he had built earlier in the fight was slowly dwindling. "That isn't all, either, have you ever heard of a Great Namek?" Of course Whelk had, in fact, he was able to take the form himself but he wasn't aware that any of the other Warrior Caste his age had learned it. He thought only the elders who helped train were able to use the technique.
But with a howl Gastro began to power up, his roar was loud enough to drain out all of the crowd, though Whelk was sure this time he did hear a gasp from the crowd. The ground underneath Gastro began to slowly rise in the air as a powerful aura surrounded Gastro and his body began to grow. Whelk wondered how big he would make himself and he got his answer when he was staring up at a Namekian large enough to squash him. His laughter filled the air and then Whelk decided it was time to stop standing around.
A large arm descended down upon Whelk but he dodged out of the way, the power from the blow was enough to take out the tree he had crashed into earlier, and now it was time to play it smart again. He considered for a moment unleashing the form himself, but, he thought against it. He could still beat Gastro without revealing how strong he was. He just had to be smart about it. So he was, instead of fighting offensively, he went purely defensive and focused on dodging the large Namekian's strikes. He was bigger and stronger, but, his moves were significantly slower. So Whelk focused on dodging until an opportunity presented itself.
It was not until a few moments later that he realized he would get nowhere dodging. From the ground he was going to do nothing, he had to get closer, and he had just the idea. When Gastro brought down one of his attacks, Whelk leaped over it, and he took off through the air flying. While it was not an uncommon technique, no one knew he could fly, so when he went streaking through the air and shot two ki blasts into Gastro's eyes he definitely heard a rumbling from the crowd.
As Gastro yelled and screamed, covering his eyes, Whelk began his final technique. Forming two ki blasts in his hands, he gathered enough Ki, and yelling as loudly as he could "ANARCHY SHOTTTTTTTT!" he unleashed an energy barrage that began to pelt Gastro all over. He wasn't aiming to kill him, to be sure, but he would definitely not be in form enough to maintain his Great Namek state and probably unable to fight.
Panting, he slowly descended from the air, and as the debris and smoke cleared Whelk saw that Gastro had been defeated. He lay crumpled on the ground, wounded, but not dead from the air in his lungs rising and lowering. The elders converged on Gastro while the crowd all approached Whelk. "You can fly? That was amazing! Anarchy shot? I have never heard of that!" All the most he had been spoken to since he had arrived here. He had to admit, it felt good, mostly sticking it to Gastro but the feeling of others congratulating him was even more inspiring.
The rest of the day seemed to pass in an instant as he spoke with the Elders about how strong he really was. He convinced them that it was just a heat of the moment thing but he could tell they were still curious as to where he came from. He never made problems for them before so they did not say much, but, he could tell they would be looking into it further. None the less, he went back to his home a lot happier than when he left. For once, he didn't mind Namek, and the thought of leaving the planet did not even cross his mind.
WC: 2,630, PL please.
Training Thread 1/5.
Total WC: 2,630