Post by Paengi on Jun 24, 2017 21:49:09 GMT
[Heavy Weights- Level 1 House]
The cloaked silver warrior, floated over the plains. It was quiet, a slight wind blowing. He closed his eyes, his silver ki floating around him. The Mazoku ruled the planet, something he could not stand for. He was Paengi, the silver warrior. He was the former leader of the caste, before his mysterious disappearance. Now he had to make up for while he was gone. His silver ki pooled around him, flowing out from him in waves. He was the strongest living warrior caste, a silver fighter. His eyes opened, glowing silver with energy momentarily. He hadn’t been leader very long, but he still had a duty. Once he truly figured out what had happened in the world while he was sleeping, he would seek the warrior caste to find who led. He feared the worst, knowing with the world now under the Mazoku that his people may be corrupted. The position needed to be held by someone who understood the evils of the demons ruling, not worthy of being called namekian. They were nothing but pure evil, a horrid stain upon Namek. Not only that, but the leader must know the horrors of aliens, their greed causing pain for his people. They had to be dealt with- but they could afford to have peace.
He closed his eyes, memories still slowly coming back to him. A green demon intent on ruling the planet, slaughtering innocent namekians. No one could save themselves- until the aliens arrived. Paengi had a deep rooted of aliens, from the occasional terror bringing ruin to small villages, to the god like beings seeking Namek’s greatest treasure and curse- the dragon balls. He still felt the scorching pain of extreme heat vaporizing him alive as a red devil floated in the sky, screaming for the mystical spheres. He had been in a mysterious place after that, his essence floating in line until he arrived at a massive desk. The mighty being opened his mouth to talk- when suddenly it felt like Paengi was sucked back through time and suddenly he was on Namek again. The experience was scarring, his mind sometimes travelling back to the excruciating pain. He could never trust aliens, but they could be useful rarely. When the demon lord who claimed to be a namekian had shown himself, slaughtering his own people, when from the sky two people had arrived. An intimidating man with spiked black hair, seeming to be vibrant with power, and a mysterious man with a gun, not quit emitting the same level but obviously strong. The two had confronted the false namekian, and told Paengi to run or fight on their side, as they battled the monster. He did not agree with aliens, but he had respect for those who could fight against true evil and defend Namek. He questioned what had happened to the two, wondering where in the universe they may be.
At that point, his memory seemed to fade however. He frowned, trying to recall more of the events. He knew he had become leader soon after, but nothing more. His short time as defender of namek was mostly eventless, threats having left Namek. The warrior caste had become much more organized, most of them operating from their new base. However without his leadership he doubted it had continued, going back to tradition instead. His ki flared up, silver energy showing from inside the cloak, and he shot off like a bullet. The wind split before him, his silver aura glowing with power. He may be strong, but he still knew there were those much stronger than him. These god like figures could destroy a planet easily, their fights leading to massive carnage. He never wanted to reach that power, it was too dangerous. He knew he needed to be stronger, strong enough to defend Namek, but he treated that power like a curse. He knew what strength could do, and feared it. No person should hold so much, the people below them nothing more then flies. It disgusted him, the fact that it seemed the universe desired only for death and for destruction, for his own people to cower infinitely below these gods. No, he knew, he did not want or deserve that. Any power he gained would be a curse, a fight for his own soul not to be corrupted, as he did it for Namek. Wanting power would turn anyone, no matter their intention. Wanting power led to compromise, to nothing matter. Though you wouldn’t think it, the obsession would creep up in more and more of your life until you were slaughtered in your quest or you were the one slaughtering, innocents cowering before you. If such a person led the warrior caste, he knew it would end. They would be the warrior caste no more, the proud defense of Namek, but instead be power hungry fools willing to go to any measure. What is a demon namekian when they allow you to become strong with them, thinking that they cared for Namek when they only wanted to rule it? What were aliens tearing apart Namek the second they were trusted, not caring for his people, only seeking more power. He would not let someone like that lead.
Paengi slowed his flight, his silver aura calming down as he came across a series of domes. This was where some of the warrior caste had lived, becoming more organized to protect his people. Now however- it was ruins. The battle dome had collapsed, while the rest of the domes were no simply craters. He dropped to the ground, plummeting like a rock, as he went down on his knees. An overwhelming sorrow filled him, as his one antenna slouched. His people- his friends, his family. Gone. He let out a scream, silver energy shooting out from his body. Rage filled him, the cloak flowing as if in a strong gust of wind. His fists clenched, silver almost solidifying over them as his scream continued. He knew who had done this, the green monsters who pretended to be citizens of this planet. Mazoku. His guttural cry slowly died, all feeling leaving him. He would not allow this to go unpunished. He knew his limits, he could do nothing against the most powerful. But he could do something. He would fight them on every front, sabotaging their attempts, taking out any grunts who followed their ways. His vengeance was a shadow suffocating the monsters.
The former leader of the greatest warriors born took a step, his face a mask. He took another, continuing his path between the rubble. He walked faster, his pace quickening as he moved with purpose. A chunk of a destroyed dome was in his path, and his silver ki flared and the material evaporated, leaving tiny gravel behind. Finally in front of him was a small dome, left untouched in the destruction. His breath caught in his mouth, his stomach taking a sharp turn. He stood there, stunned. One dome left in the slaughter, a very special one. His own. He closed his eyes, trying to lower his pulse from the rapid rate it was rising to. Why had his been spared? He opened his eyes again, the cloak on his body floating on him. His foot landed on the ground in front of him, before he changed his mind and instead shot into the air. He landed on the small ledge on the second floor, opening the door and stepping in. The room was entirely left untouched, his bed in the corner next to a mahogany desk. He sighed, sitting on the bed. Since he had woken up from the lake, he had been overwhelmed. He needed to clear his mind. He stood up once more, barely noticing the heavy weights built into his clothes, and walked to the second story door. He opened it, and slowly floated out, gazing once more at the destruction. He fell back down onto the ground, and his ki flared.
He closed his eyes, gathering the silver power inside of his body. He slowed his breathing, letting his ki collect. It swirled inside of him, as he put his hands together. He felt the symmetry in his body, and suddenly snapped his hands apart. His ki violently threw itself apart as his body split in half. He opened his eyes, now seeing from four eyes. Two namekians stood across from each other, equal in power. They walked around each other, a circle of silver aura. Suddenly one shot across the distance, his hand out as the other dodged.
Paengi leaned back, narrowly avoiding his own hand. He breathed hard, not used to reducing his power level as well as wearing heavy weights. A leg struck out hitting his side as he turned to absorb the blow, jumping in the sky. He floated above himself, waiting carefully. Suddenly his other self sliced at the ground with his hand, dust covering the battlefield. Paengi crossed his arm in an x, the gust of wind with dust smashing into himself as he braced for the impact, before striking out against it causing his own gust of wind clearing the dust. He prepared for impact expecting himself to strike against himself, when suddenly an elbow coated in silver smashed into his back. Paengi smashed into the ground, breathing hard from the impact. He rolled himself over, a fist smashing into the spot he was at moments before. Paengi swept his leg out, catching himself by surprise. He flipped into the air, dropping back down on his foe. As his opponent rolled over, Paengi was already flipping sideways to accommodate for the dodge, expecting it. His fists covered in silver ki, he repeatedly pounded his hands into his own gut. He screamed, veering to the right to dodge a fist as he retaliated with a kick.
Paengi’s mind was in heavy work, mentally exhausted from splitting his thinking. Fighting from two bodies was already extremely difficult, but seeing it from two completely different views so that he could fight himself was strenuous. He was sweating from both bodies, concentrating as hard as possible. He knew it was dangerous to push himself, but he had to be ready. No matter the situation, he would be ready. If a demented version of his own kind would not stand down, Paengi would be willing to die. He had to be ready. He knew he wasn’t strong enough. He never would be, but he accepted this. He might not be able to defend the planet, but he would make sure if it ever was destroyed once more, it would go down with dignity. Not being some alien’s bitch, not under the boot of a false namekian. But strong, and powerful. He had to push himself, to be ready. His mind redoubled his effort, pushing himself more.
Paengi moved his body back and forth on the ground, desperately dodging some of his own blows. He let his own fist flare out, striking at the air where he had been before, his attack failing. A kick came towards his chest, but he smiled inwardly. His hands moved to his chest, grabbing the foot. With a scream, his ki flared up and he launched himself away. He jumped up, flying after his foe. His fists pounded into himself repeatedly, before flipping in the air to knock himself down. The tables were switched. However, instead of going at him while he had the advantage like his other self, he instead waiting. The two stared at each, the same conscious fighting itself in an ultimate game of chess. The grounded Paengi began to float slowly, rising up. Paengi made no challenge to the move. Suddenly his foe shot to the left off the ground, and Paengi brought his fist back to strike. His other mind recoiled, stopping his body sharply and shooting backwards. However he saw the feint coming. Instead of striking, his ki was brought to his fist, then his entire body. His silver flare flashed brightly, as he screamed. “SILVER CHIMERA RUSH!” His entire body covered with ki shot forwards, pummeling himself repeatedly, ki attempting to soften the blow but instead being ignored. His pain was massive, the ki infused limbs beating into his own body before he slowed down, and an elbow smashed down knowing himself into a newly made crater.
His mind slowed, as his ki was brought back together. His singular body was bruised, but not as much as his mind. The extreme exhaustion from the mental exertion burned inside of his head, as he fell on his knees. He would be ready. He was the true warrior caste leader, the silver warrior. He was Paengi.
The cloaked silver warrior, floated over the plains. It was quiet, a slight wind blowing. He closed his eyes, his silver ki floating around him. The Mazoku ruled the planet, something he could not stand for. He was Paengi, the silver warrior. He was the former leader of the caste, before his mysterious disappearance. Now he had to make up for while he was gone. His silver ki pooled around him, flowing out from him in waves. He was the strongest living warrior caste, a silver fighter. His eyes opened, glowing silver with energy momentarily. He hadn’t been leader very long, but he still had a duty. Once he truly figured out what had happened in the world while he was sleeping, he would seek the warrior caste to find who led. He feared the worst, knowing with the world now under the Mazoku that his people may be corrupted. The position needed to be held by someone who understood the evils of the demons ruling, not worthy of being called namekian. They were nothing but pure evil, a horrid stain upon Namek. Not only that, but the leader must know the horrors of aliens, their greed causing pain for his people. They had to be dealt with- but they could afford to have peace.
He closed his eyes, memories still slowly coming back to him. A green demon intent on ruling the planet, slaughtering innocent namekians. No one could save themselves- until the aliens arrived. Paengi had a deep rooted of aliens, from the occasional terror bringing ruin to small villages, to the god like beings seeking Namek’s greatest treasure and curse- the dragon balls. He still felt the scorching pain of extreme heat vaporizing him alive as a red devil floated in the sky, screaming for the mystical spheres. He had been in a mysterious place after that, his essence floating in line until he arrived at a massive desk. The mighty being opened his mouth to talk- when suddenly it felt like Paengi was sucked back through time and suddenly he was on Namek again. The experience was scarring, his mind sometimes travelling back to the excruciating pain. He could never trust aliens, but they could be useful rarely. When the demon lord who claimed to be a namekian had shown himself, slaughtering his own people, when from the sky two people had arrived. An intimidating man with spiked black hair, seeming to be vibrant with power, and a mysterious man with a gun, not quit emitting the same level but obviously strong. The two had confronted the false namekian, and told Paengi to run or fight on their side, as they battled the monster. He did not agree with aliens, but he had respect for those who could fight against true evil and defend Namek. He questioned what had happened to the two, wondering where in the universe they may be.
At that point, his memory seemed to fade however. He frowned, trying to recall more of the events. He knew he had become leader soon after, but nothing more. His short time as defender of namek was mostly eventless, threats having left Namek. The warrior caste had become much more organized, most of them operating from their new base. However without his leadership he doubted it had continued, going back to tradition instead. His ki flared up, silver energy showing from inside the cloak, and he shot off like a bullet. The wind split before him, his silver aura glowing with power. He may be strong, but he still knew there were those much stronger than him. These god like figures could destroy a planet easily, their fights leading to massive carnage. He never wanted to reach that power, it was too dangerous. He knew he needed to be stronger, strong enough to defend Namek, but he treated that power like a curse. He knew what strength could do, and feared it. No person should hold so much, the people below them nothing more then flies. It disgusted him, the fact that it seemed the universe desired only for death and for destruction, for his own people to cower infinitely below these gods. No, he knew, he did not want or deserve that. Any power he gained would be a curse, a fight for his own soul not to be corrupted, as he did it for Namek. Wanting power would turn anyone, no matter their intention. Wanting power led to compromise, to nothing matter. Though you wouldn’t think it, the obsession would creep up in more and more of your life until you were slaughtered in your quest or you were the one slaughtering, innocents cowering before you. If such a person led the warrior caste, he knew it would end. They would be the warrior caste no more, the proud defense of Namek, but instead be power hungry fools willing to go to any measure. What is a demon namekian when they allow you to become strong with them, thinking that they cared for Namek when they only wanted to rule it? What were aliens tearing apart Namek the second they were trusted, not caring for his people, only seeking more power. He would not let someone like that lead.
Paengi slowed his flight, his silver aura calming down as he came across a series of domes. This was where some of the warrior caste had lived, becoming more organized to protect his people. Now however- it was ruins. The battle dome had collapsed, while the rest of the domes were no simply craters. He dropped to the ground, plummeting like a rock, as he went down on his knees. An overwhelming sorrow filled him, as his one antenna slouched. His people- his friends, his family. Gone. He let out a scream, silver energy shooting out from his body. Rage filled him, the cloak flowing as if in a strong gust of wind. His fists clenched, silver almost solidifying over them as his scream continued. He knew who had done this, the green monsters who pretended to be citizens of this planet. Mazoku. His guttural cry slowly died, all feeling leaving him. He would not allow this to go unpunished. He knew his limits, he could do nothing against the most powerful. But he could do something. He would fight them on every front, sabotaging their attempts, taking out any grunts who followed their ways. His vengeance was a shadow suffocating the monsters.
The former leader of the greatest warriors born took a step, his face a mask. He took another, continuing his path between the rubble. He walked faster, his pace quickening as he moved with purpose. A chunk of a destroyed dome was in his path, and his silver ki flared and the material evaporated, leaving tiny gravel behind. Finally in front of him was a small dome, left untouched in the destruction. His breath caught in his mouth, his stomach taking a sharp turn. He stood there, stunned. One dome left in the slaughter, a very special one. His own. He closed his eyes, trying to lower his pulse from the rapid rate it was rising to. Why had his been spared? He opened his eyes again, the cloak on his body floating on him. His foot landed on the ground in front of him, before he changed his mind and instead shot into the air. He landed on the small ledge on the second floor, opening the door and stepping in. The room was entirely left untouched, his bed in the corner next to a mahogany desk. He sighed, sitting on the bed. Since he had woken up from the lake, he had been overwhelmed. He needed to clear his mind. He stood up once more, barely noticing the heavy weights built into his clothes, and walked to the second story door. He opened it, and slowly floated out, gazing once more at the destruction. He fell back down onto the ground, and his ki flared.
He closed his eyes, gathering the silver power inside of his body. He slowed his breathing, letting his ki collect. It swirled inside of him, as he put his hands together. He felt the symmetry in his body, and suddenly snapped his hands apart. His ki violently threw itself apart as his body split in half. He opened his eyes, now seeing from four eyes. Two namekians stood across from each other, equal in power. They walked around each other, a circle of silver aura. Suddenly one shot across the distance, his hand out as the other dodged.
Paengi leaned back, narrowly avoiding his own hand. He breathed hard, not used to reducing his power level as well as wearing heavy weights. A leg struck out hitting his side as he turned to absorb the blow, jumping in the sky. He floated above himself, waiting carefully. Suddenly his other self sliced at the ground with his hand, dust covering the battlefield. Paengi crossed his arm in an x, the gust of wind with dust smashing into himself as he braced for the impact, before striking out against it causing his own gust of wind clearing the dust. He prepared for impact expecting himself to strike against himself, when suddenly an elbow coated in silver smashed into his back. Paengi smashed into the ground, breathing hard from the impact. He rolled himself over, a fist smashing into the spot he was at moments before. Paengi swept his leg out, catching himself by surprise. He flipped into the air, dropping back down on his foe. As his opponent rolled over, Paengi was already flipping sideways to accommodate for the dodge, expecting it. His fists covered in silver ki, he repeatedly pounded his hands into his own gut. He screamed, veering to the right to dodge a fist as he retaliated with a kick.
Paengi’s mind was in heavy work, mentally exhausted from splitting his thinking. Fighting from two bodies was already extremely difficult, but seeing it from two completely different views so that he could fight himself was strenuous. He was sweating from both bodies, concentrating as hard as possible. He knew it was dangerous to push himself, but he had to be ready. No matter the situation, he would be ready. If a demented version of his own kind would not stand down, Paengi would be willing to die. He had to be ready. He knew he wasn’t strong enough. He never would be, but he accepted this. He might not be able to defend the planet, but he would make sure if it ever was destroyed once more, it would go down with dignity. Not being some alien’s bitch, not under the boot of a false namekian. But strong, and powerful. He had to push himself, to be ready. His mind redoubled his effort, pushing himself more.
Paengi moved his body back and forth on the ground, desperately dodging some of his own blows. He let his own fist flare out, striking at the air where he had been before, his attack failing. A kick came towards his chest, but he smiled inwardly. His hands moved to his chest, grabbing the foot. With a scream, his ki flared up and he launched himself away. He jumped up, flying after his foe. His fists pounded into himself repeatedly, before flipping in the air to knock himself down. The tables were switched. However, instead of going at him while he had the advantage like his other self, he instead waiting. The two stared at each, the same conscious fighting itself in an ultimate game of chess. The grounded Paengi began to float slowly, rising up. Paengi made no challenge to the move. Suddenly his foe shot to the left off the ground, and Paengi brought his fist back to strike. His other mind recoiled, stopping his body sharply and shooting backwards. However he saw the feint coming. Instead of striking, his ki was brought to his fist, then his entire body. His silver flare flashed brightly, as he screamed. “SILVER CHIMERA RUSH!” His entire body covered with ki shot forwards, pummeling himself repeatedly, ki attempting to soften the blow but instead being ignored. His pain was massive, the ki infused limbs beating into his own body before he slowed down, and an elbow smashed down knowing himself into a newly made crater.
His mind slowed, as his ki was brought back together. His singular body was bruised, but not as much as his mind. The extreme exhaustion from the mental exertion burned inside of his head, as he fell on his knees. He would be ready. He was the true warrior caste leader, the silver warrior. He was Paengi.