Post by Naroka on Oct 5, 2014 4:59:13 GMT
It was of Girat and Ukare's occasional reunions. The father and son joyously reuniting for a short time to catch up and train with one another; show the prowess gained on individual times alone. This time was Girat's turn to express his learnings and convert to teaching. The elder having an idea of where to take the get together in place.
The sun was in setting motion outside of the high up tower. The pinnacle of the skies high above the clouds below and describing what the heavens above should have looked like. Not from the outer shell, but rather what was within the large building that reside on the center of the estate. Within the circular building had been a large semi-circle hallway, with one door leading to the 'throne room', while the one on the west keep a casual room and the east a key part of any Warrior's training career. It was essential to a specific two Namekian warriors at hand.
As the cloaked men made way through the rather large hallway, their feet created an echoing tapping sound. This revealed their presence to anyone about. Rather oddly, they were the only two there. Girat and the younger Ukare. No guardians or guards. Which, was understandable, as the tower rest so high above, no regular human could infiltrate the setting. Lest they don divine abilities, which was rare for the humans or inhabitants of Earth. From what Ukare had known of, that is. He did know that there was more than to what he knew. That was the importance of exploring his homeworld. Ukare's face was cloaked as usual, the yellow tint of his face the only unveiled piece. As for his father, Girat donned a turban of white and purple in colour. Young Ukare hadn't known of the Lookout, his father needing to explain why he took him to the West Corridor.
"Father," Ukare pinched his chin using his index and thumb. "What reason have you brought me to this foreign land?"
The reply given was all that was needed. The elder Namekian giving a single nod before answer. His aging face showing an understanding expression over his still rather naïve offspring. His pointed canine teeth showing with a glint as he smiled wide.
"An easy answer, my child," Girat pointed to the ceiling. "This land we stand upon: It is a lookout. This room we are about to enter," his knuckles tapped twice onto the wooden door. "Is a mystic land used by Warriors before our time. Understand? It is said to have the ability to increase our potential incredibly aftet a set amount of time." Girat chuckled at the thought of a single room and just spending time in the area could have impact on strength. It seemed rather..frivolous, in fact. Still, Namekian as well Human lore were sometimes correct. The building was there, so chances were: fhe legends of nigh were true.
A rather sceptic Ukare reluctantly believed his father's words. To him, the same, did it seem foolish of a chamber having mystic powers. Still, it meant a more powerful him. He was willing to attempt and try.
"I see. Well. Let us enter then." Ukare grunted some, the fatherly figure opening the entrance to a whole new world entirely.
This new world, scratch; *this Chamber of Time and Space* was unlike anything ever seen in their lifetomes. As both Nameks stepped foot into the chamber, the door waa closed behind them quickly, allowing the men to explore the area for themselves. While they strayed some, their massive ears picked up any conversation exchanged between the two of them. It appeared the same as the lookout, with the large circular building in the middle. However, two massive hour glasses were placed beside the building while a large clockhand clock was plastered on the top of the white and yellow establishment's roof.
The rest seemed..bizzare. The floor wasn't the floor but rather some sort od gradient pattern that match the atmosphere around. No walls or ceiling nor ground. Only gradience. While the two green men were awestruck and could have been standing around the entire time, they had to lock jaw and resume schedule. Dropping only the navy mask and turban, Girat and Ukare gave one another an approving look, taking stance a few yards away from one another. The two nodded in place of screaming begin.
The strategic of the two: Girat, fired a volley of ki blasts and then began to recharge his power. His legs spread apart while his muscle bulged, the pink exposed muscle pulsating as a purplish aura surrounded his body like a mystical flame conjured bu a divine deity. This was a common strategy, although Ukare always failing to figure a way around. As the balls of energy rocketed toward the younger, his hand poised itself into a solid knife like position. It sliced at the blasts, sending them in any other direction. Even with tje defensive response, Girat already rocketed past his base power level temporarily: a easy 1845 in a few quickened minutes.
Ukare felt the rise. Hastily, he wanted to charge but had little to no time to do so, being assaulted then. His father's swift and sharp hands slicing at his exposed arms and face. It felt like thin hail, the icy finger nails slicing across the bare face of Girat's young, Ukare's eyes shut in protection. It was instantaneous how fast Girat charged a hard gut punch before backing away with a hard haste. Another charge up ensued, Ukare recovering from the hit. His hands grabbed at his aching stomach, rising in battle stand after a pain staking twenty seconds. Quickly, Ukare began imitating his father. His arms spread the way his legs did, bent as he grit his sharp fangs and the same purple flame coated his figure.
"Hrrrrggh..!!"
Both Nameks grunted as their power's increased. Their strengths powering up, muscles expanding with each passing second. It felt as though Ukare was at 80% while Girat at 99% stamina. The son of Girat's power level rose to it's maximum, an outstanding 2705 in number. His father still under him by only a close 4. Ukare had to seize his chance to inflict the damage.
As his body seemed to explode some in power, Ukare made a mad dash into Girat. Dashing past him, then U-turning behind him and beginning a hard combo. His left and right arms jabbing and striking quickly before rising up and kicking his back with the tip of his shoes a hard seven times. Lowering to his feet, Ukare's right leg bashed Girat into the air. A pained groan escaped him as Ukare joined his father before repeating the seven kicks into spiral. The exposed pink of his muscle pulsed as his right arm hyper extended forward and his pointed fingernails digging into his father's gi to pull him back.
"Get over here! Hah!"
Ukare grunted some phrases with each combo ingredient. The final rush being an electric blue knee into the abdomin to send Girat away enough for Ukare to compose and recover lost power. A coy smile rose onto his face. The elder Namek recovering after a little bit of being sent back. The same smile being formed.
"Had enough?!" Ukare shouted, chuckling.
"There's more to come, my son!" Girat pointed before charging himself to the max and exploding into a powerful form. His power level exploding into new lands. Girat accessed his Great Namek form, his level increasing 7× into 12,929. Girat's body expanding in incredible size. Growing to heights the size of a large skyscraper. It was clear the transformation was using up some energy, the veins being used to increase mass. Girat's body was being over used. The grounded Ukare stepped back in a form of shock. His teeth gritted as his extremely huge father stand before him.
That was, until a new battle type arose. Girat's index and middle finger were put together, firing beams of yellow at the youth. Evasion became game plan, Ukare cartwheeling and sidestepping from the blasts. Some return fire being inputted as response. Every so often, a sphere of ki had been chucked at the evasive Namek. This had proven a fatal flaw, as Ukare backflipped from the offense and blasted a large beam from the palm of his hand. The response dealt damage that was apparent, Girat reduced in size upon beam blast.
His body too exhausted to continue, leaving Ukare to the victor status. The crouched male on a single knee with his left hand grasping the floor. His son offering a hand out to get him up. Accepting it, Girat held onto the powerful hand and making eye contact. A spark fuse plugging sight together.
A single word was not spoken. A hearty smile exchanged and the spirits high. Powers exerted and bodies exhausted. It was time to pack and part for a bit.
The sun was in setting motion outside of the high up tower. The pinnacle of the skies high above the clouds below and describing what the heavens above should have looked like. Not from the outer shell, but rather what was within the large building that reside on the center of the estate. Within the circular building had been a large semi-circle hallway, with one door leading to the 'throne room', while the one on the west keep a casual room and the east a key part of any Warrior's training career. It was essential to a specific two Namekian warriors at hand.
As the cloaked men made way through the rather large hallway, their feet created an echoing tapping sound. This revealed their presence to anyone about. Rather oddly, they were the only two there. Girat and the younger Ukare. No guardians or guards. Which, was understandable, as the tower rest so high above, no regular human could infiltrate the setting. Lest they don divine abilities, which was rare for the humans or inhabitants of Earth. From what Ukare had known of, that is. He did know that there was more than to what he knew. That was the importance of exploring his homeworld. Ukare's face was cloaked as usual, the yellow tint of his face the only unveiled piece. As for his father, Girat donned a turban of white and purple in colour. Young Ukare hadn't known of the Lookout, his father needing to explain why he took him to the West Corridor.
"Father," Ukare pinched his chin using his index and thumb. "What reason have you brought me to this foreign land?"
The reply given was all that was needed. The elder Namekian giving a single nod before answer. His aging face showing an understanding expression over his still rather naïve offspring. His pointed canine teeth showing with a glint as he smiled wide.
"An easy answer, my child," Girat pointed to the ceiling. "This land we stand upon: It is a lookout. This room we are about to enter," his knuckles tapped twice onto the wooden door. "Is a mystic land used by Warriors before our time. Understand? It is said to have the ability to increase our potential incredibly aftet a set amount of time." Girat chuckled at the thought of a single room and just spending time in the area could have impact on strength. It seemed rather..frivolous, in fact. Still, Namekian as well Human lore were sometimes correct. The building was there, so chances were: fhe legends of nigh were true.
A rather sceptic Ukare reluctantly believed his father's words. To him, the same, did it seem foolish of a chamber having mystic powers. Still, it meant a more powerful him. He was willing to attempt and try.
"I see. Well. Let us enter then." Ukare grunted some, the fatherly figure opening the entrance to a whole new world entirely.
This new world, scratch; *this Chamber of Time and Space* was unlike anything ever seen in their lifetomes. As both Nameks stepped foot into the chamber, the door waa closed behind them quickly, allowing the men to explore the area for themselves. While they strayed some, their massive ears picked up any conversation exchanged between the two of them. It appeared the same as the lookout, with the large circular building in the middle. However, two massive hour glasses were placed beside the building while a large clockhand clock was plastered on the top of the white and yellow establishment's roof.
The rest seemed..bizzare. The floor wasn't the floor but rather some sort od gradient pattern that match the atmosphere around. No walls or ceiling nor ground. Only gradience. While the two green men were awestruck and could have been standing around the entire time, they had to lock jaw and resume schedule. Dropping only the navy mask and turban, Girat and Ukare gave one another an approving look, taking stance a few yards away from one another. The two nodded in place of screaming begin.
The strategic of the two: Girat, fired a volley of ki blasts and then began to recharge his power. His legs spread apart while his muscle bulged, the pink exposed muscle pulsating as a purplish aura surrounded his body like a mystical flame conjured bu a divine deity. This was a common strategy, although Ukare always failing to figure a way around. As the balls of energy rocketed toward the younger, his hand poised itself into a solid knife like position. It sliced at the blasts, sending them in any other direction. Even with tje defensive response, Girat already rocketed past his base power level temporarily: a easy 1845 in a few quickened minutes.
Ukare felt the rise. Hastily, he wanted to charge but had little to no time to do so, being assaulted then. His father's swift and sharp hands slicing at his exposed arms and face. It felt like thin hail, the icy finger nails slicing across the bare face of Girat's young, Ukare's eyes shut in protection. It was instantaneous how fast Girat charged a hard gut punch before backing away with a hard haste. Another charge up ensued, Ukare recovering from the hit. His hands grabbed at his aching stomach, rising in battle stand after a pain staking twenty seconds. Quickly, Ukare began imitating his father. His arms spread the way his legs did, bent as he grit his sharp fangs and the same purple flame coated his figure.
"Hrrrrggh..!!"
Both Nameks grunted as their power's increased. Their strengths powering up, muscles expanding with each passing second. It felt as though Ukare was at 80% while Girat at 99% stamina. The son of Girat's power level rose to it's maximum, an outstanding 2705 in number. His father still under him by only a close 4. Ukare had to seize his chance to inflict the damage.
As his body seemed to explode some in power, Ukare made a mad dash into Girat. Dashing past him, then U-turning behind him and beginning a hard combo. His left and right arms jabbing and striking quickly before rising up and kicking his back with the tip of his shoes a hard seven times. Lowering to his feet, Ukare's right leg bashed Girat into the air. A pained groan escaped him as Ukare joined his father before repeating the seven kicks into spiral. The exposed pink of his muscle pulsed as his right arm hyper extended forward and his pointed fingernails digging into his father's gi to pull him back.
"Get over here! Hah!"
Ukare grunted some phrases with each combo ingredient. The final rush being an electric blue knee into the abdomin to send Girat away enough for Ukare to compose and recover lost power. A coy smile rose onto his face. The elder Namek recovering after a little bit of being sent back. The same smile being formed.
"Had enough?!" Ukare shouted, chuckling.
"There's more to come, my son!" Girat pointed before charging himself to the max and exploding into a powerful form. His power level exploding into new lands. Girat accessed his Great Namek form, his level increasing 7× into 12,929. Girat's body expanding in incredible size. Growing to heights the size of a large skyscraper. It was clear the transformation was using up some energy, the veins being used to increase mass. Girat's body was being over used. The grounded Ukare stepped back in a form of shock. His teeth gritted as his extremely huge father stand before him.
That was, until a new battle type arose. Girat's index and middle finger were put together, firing beams of yellow at the youth. Evasion became game plan, Ukare cartwheeling and sidestepping from the blasts. Some return fire being inputted as response. Every so often, a sphere of ki had been chucked at the evasive Namek. This had proven a fatal flaw, as Ukare backflipped from the offense and blasted a large beam from the palm of his hand. The response dealt damage that was apparent, Girat reduced in size upon beam blast.
His body too exhausted to continue, leaving Ukare to the victor status. The crouched male on a single knee with his left hand grasping the floor. His son offering a hand out to get him up. Accepting it, Girat held onto the powerful hand and making eye contact. A spark fuse plugging sight together.
A single word was not spoken. A hearty smile exchanged and the spirits high. Powers exerted and bodies exhausted. It was time to pack and part for a bit.