Post by Paengi on Feb 25, 2016 16:33:59 GMT
[Tier one house bonus(house is the warrior caste hq); Heavy Weights on]
Paengi looked around him at the large training dome. It was a massive arena with an open roof, allowing for combat to take place in the sky. He looked ahead of him, where a group of ten warrior caste namekians stood, battle positions ready. He quickly scouted them out, wondering how he would win this fight. His multiform technique only allowed him to split in two, not ten. He frowned as they shifted back and forth with their feet, obviously nervous about going against the leader. He looked at them, before nodding. Suddenly five of them charged forwards, while the rest spread out around him, obviously ready to join in at any second. Paengi flew backwards as the warriors charged, and his fists moved back and forth rapidly blocking a flurry of punches. He came down on the ground, smashing his feet on the ground creating a massive cloud of dust. He jumped forward, targeting one, and smashed his fist into him. He saw a pair of wide eyes as he lifted his foot up, sending the fighter flying backwards with a powerful kick.
Paengi turned around as the dust cleared, and two more namekians flew at him. He ducked sideways underneath one fist as the other fighter’s leg hit Paengi’s chest. He turned around as he was knocked back, twisting his body like a cat to land perfectly, before shooting into the sky. He turned around, seeing energy grow on a few of their hands, when suddenly they released it. Paengi found ranged attacks being used on him yet again, as he tried diving and weaving to dodge them. One soared past him, as he desperately avoided a second, the energy singing his arm. He tried going backwards to avoid the third one, but it went in for a direct hit on his center. He started falling out of the sky as he grabbed his chest, a chunk of flesh having been incinerated, as he gritted his teeth with pain. More fighters came in from more directions as he tried retreating, but was overwhelmed with too many attacks to dodge. He held his arms up in an x as he was pushed back, blows continually raining on him, until he decided. He looked up, staring one warrior in the eyes. He grinned at him as the fighter faltered, and Paengi shot forward. His fast smashed into his head, and the warrior caste flew across the arena and smashed into the wall. Paengi spun, and went after another and slammed his elbow onto his head from above, and the namekian hit the ground in a painful fashion.
He turned around to the rest of the fighters who were beginning to slow down in their assault, fear filling them as they saw what happened to two of them. They looked at each other before making a sort of hand gesture, obviously having prepared for this. Suddenly Paengi was being attack by two sides, as they split groups and were trying to take him down. He desperately turned back and forth trying to stop attacks, but knew he stood no chance. That’s when Paengi smiled. By now, all of them knew to worry when Paengi smiled during the fight. He felt through his mind, until he found the spot once more. He sliced through his mind and was now two people. The two groups froze in terror as they saw they were now fighting two people. Paengi charged into both crowds at once, letting his two bodies go to work as he quickly dispersed the crowd.
A few minutes later Paengi reformed into one body, breathing heavy as all the warriors slowly got up. ”Anyone need medical attention?” Paengi asked concerned, making sure he hadn’t injured any of them too much. They all declined, as they went to go rest.
Paengi sat down, holding his face in his hands. He was worried he would push himself too far wearing heavy weights and facing ten foes, but he was okay. He knew he was done for the day, unable to do anything at this point. He supposed if he there was an attack he could arouse the energy, but anything short of an emergency would get no response from him. He was glad there had been ten volunteers for the fight, and smiled at the ferocity of the warrior caste. Soon, he would reach that moment when he knew his people could defend themselves against anything less than the power of god-like fighters. It would take training, hard work, and plenty of sweat to reach that day. He didn’t care if he wasn’t the strongest anymore- hoped someone would rise up above him- but even then, he would let not just anyone replace him. He made sure of himself that he would lead the best he can, and would make sure that only the best warrior caste members would lead.
Paengi looked around him at the large training dome. It was a massive arena with an open roof, allowing for combat to take place in the sky. He looked ahead of him, where a group of ten warrior caste namekians stood, battle positions ready. He quickly scouted them out, wondering how he would win this fight. His multiform technique only allowed him to split in two, not ten. He frowned as they shifted back and forth with their feet, obviously nervous about going against the leader. He looked at them, before nodding. Suddenly five of them charged forwards, while the rest spread out around him, obviously ready to join in at any second. Paengi flew backwards as the warriors charged, and his fists moved back and forth rapidly blocking a flurry of punches. He came down on the ground, smashing his feet on the ground creating a massive cloud of dust. He jumped forward, targeting one, and smashed his fist into him. He saw a pair of wide eyes as he lifted his foot up, sending the fighter flying backwards with a powerful kick.
Paengi turned around as the dust cleared, and two more namekians flew at him. He ducked sideways underneath one fist as the other fighter’s leg hit Paengi’s chest. He turned around as he was knocked back, twisting his body like a cat to land perfectly, before shooting into the sky. He turned around, seeing energy grow on a few of their hands, when suddenly they released it. Paengi found ranged attacks being used on him yet again, as he tried diving and weaving to dodge them. One soared past him, as he desperately avoided a second, the energy singing his arm. He tried going backwards to avoid the third one, but it went in for a direct hit on his center. He started falling out of the sky as he grabbed his chest, a chunk of flesh having been incinerated, as he gritted his teeth with pain. More fighters came in from more directions as he tried retreating, but was overwhelmed with too many attacks to dodge. He held his arms up in an x as he was pushed back, blows continually raining on him, until he decided. He looked up, staring one warrior in the eyes. He grinned at him as the fighter faltered, and Paengi shot forward. His fast smashed into his head, and the warrior caste flew across the arena and smashed into the wall. Paengi spun, and went after another and slammed his elbow onto his head from above, and the namekian hit the ground in a painful fashion.
He turned around to the rest of the fighters who were beginning to slow down in their assault, fear filling them as they saw what happened to two of them. They looked at each other before making a sort of hand gesture, obviously having prepared for this. Suddenly Paengi was being attack by two sides, as they split groups and were trying to take him down. He desperately turned back and forth trying to stop attacks, but knew he stood no chance. That’s when Paengi smiled. By now, all of them knew to worry when Paengi smiled during the fight. He felt through his mind, until he found the spot once more. He sliced through his mind and was now two people. The two groups froze in terror as they saw they were now fighting two people. Paengi charged into both crowds at once, letting his two bodies go to work as he quickly dispersed the crowd.
A few minutes later Paengi reformed into one body, breathing heavy as all the warriors slowly got up. ”Anyone need medical attention?” Paengi asked concerned, making sure he hadn’t injured any of them too much. They all declined, as they went to go rest.
Paengi sat down, holding his face in his hands. He was worried he would push himself too far wearing heavy weights and facing ten foes, but he was okay. He knew he was done for the day, unable to do anything at this point. He supposed if he there was an attack he could arouse the energy, but anything short of an emergency would get no response from him. He was glad there had been ten volunteers for the fight, and smiled at the ferocity of the warrior caste. Soon, he would reach that moment when he knew his people could defend themselves against anything less than the power of god-like fighters. It would take training, hard work, and plenty of sweat to reach that day. He didn’t care if he wasn’t the strongest anymore- hoped someone would rise up above him- but even then, he would let not just anyone replace him. He made sure of himself that he would lead the best he can, and would make sure that only the best warrior caste members would lead.