Post by Naroka on Dec 23, 2014 22:07:51 GMT
Tomare
[HEAVY WEIGHTS ON]
Well. He had read a book on this. That in these wastelands of cold, there was a regiment in which powered the body up to lengths unknown. That the power within a man or woman could truly be brought out through training in the worst of condition. And this, was the land in which would bring out the greatest in the Namekian Warrior.
He was there for a bit of time. His weights heavy and pushing him down into the thick snow. His gi and weights all giving him a certain sense of warmth as well his natural body heat alone. His navy blue veil over his nose and his turn and pads and cape blowing behind him aggressively. “My gosh..it's cold out here..well..Here goes nothing.” Ukare thought aloud, his frown dark and eyes narrowed as they combat the sharp shards of snow.
His claw grasped tightly onto his belt and gi top, his bicep flexing as he clench his fingers into a fist. In a second, his baggy pants and thick jacket top was torn off of his figure. His wrist bands, turban, cape, shoulder pads and even his shoes remained due to the added weight equipped onto the articles of clothing alone. All was done, it seemed. His body reacting to the cold temperature much differently than a Saiyan or Human would. Instead of simply freezing over one the spot, it was just a minor drop for him. Hell, the snow that fell had begun piling up on his eyebrows and head.
“Oh. My. GOSH. WHAT HAVE I DONE?!” Ukare bellowed out, his body reacting once more but the cold piercing his arms and legs, chest and thighs like needles against a infantile creature. His teeth clenched and fangs bared out of frustration. In an act of warmth, his body shot up, arms flexed and fists balled. His mask flying off of his face and onto his discarded clothes from his scream. His aura sparking out and coating his body like a thick fire.
“HEYAAAAAAAAAA!!”
The aura powered over him. The white tipped flames casting over each and all of limbs that they could. Hunching back over, he grit his teeth. Frowning darkly as he glare out into bluish abyss before him. Only mountain peaks and the like before him. His shoes and turban protecting himself to his feet and head. His hands, however unprotected, rose and turned to claw formations. His fingertips and nails lining up with the opposite hands.
Nothing more than a single spark erupting in the center of his joined hands. Occurring not once but numerous times. His frown remaining solid. He could slowly feel himself freezing over. He focused in more ki over his internal strength. Swallowing hard and trying his best. Several more sparks erupted in his hands. Some overlaying and overlapping one another as they channeled into a single sphere of electricity. The Namek's eyes darted from his hands and up into the haze before him. The snow intensifying as he charge his strength.
“HERE IT GOES..LIGHT GRENADE!!”
Ukare bellowed out the command. His hands jutting out forward and the blast shooting out of his hand. At first, a small sphere but quickly growing into a larger Ki blast, a tail on the back with sparking and spiking sides. The blast bursting into the mist of pure whiteness before him, taking a moment to explode and cause a satisfying boom in the distance.
[HEAVY WEIGHTS ON]
Well. He had read a book on this. That in these wastelands of cold, there was a regiment in which powered the body up to lengths unknown. That the power within a man or woman could truly be brought out through training in the worst of condition. And this, was the land in which would bring out the greatest in the Namekian Warrior.
He was there for a bit of time. His weights heavy and pushing him down into the thick snow. His gi and weights all giving him a certain sense of warmth as well his natural body heat alone. His navy blue veil over his nose and his turn and pads and cape blowing behind him aggressively. “My gosh..it's cold out here..well..Here goes nothing.” Ukare thought aloud, his frown dark and eyes narrowed as they combat the sharp shards of snow.
His claw grasped tightly onto his belt and gi top, his bicep flexing as he clench his fingers into a fist. In a second, his baggy pants and thick jacket top was torn off of his figure. His wrist bands, turban, cape, shoulder pads and even his shoes remained due to the added weight equipped onto the articles of clothing alone. All was done, it seemed. His body reacting to the cold temperature much differently than a Saiyan or Human would. Instead of simply freezing over one the spot, it was just a minor drop for him. Hell, the snow that fell had begun piling up on his eyebrows and head.
“Oh. My. GOSH. WHAT HAVE I DONE?!” Ukare bellowed out, his body reacting once more but the cold piercing his arms and legs, chest and thighs like needles against a infantile creature. His teeth clenched and fangs bared out of frustration. In an act of warmth, his body shot up, arms flexed and fists balled. His mask flying off of his face and onto his discarded clothes from his scream. His aura sparking out and coating his body like a thick fire.
“HEYAAAAAAAAAA!!”
The aura powered over him. The white tipped flames casting over each and all of limbs that they could. Hunching back over, he grit his teeth. Frowning darkly as he glare out into bluish abyss before him. Only mountain peaks and the like before him. His shoes and turban protecting himself to his feet and head. His hands, however unprotected, rose and turned to claw formations. His fingertips and nails lining up with the opposite hands.
Nothing more than a single spark erupting in the center of his joined hands. Occurring not once but numerous times. His frown remaining solid. He could slowly feel himself freezing over. He focused in more ki over his internal strength. Swallowing hard and trying his best. Several more sparks erupted in his hands. Some overlaying and overlapping one another as they channeled into a single sphere of electricity. The Namek's eyes darted from his hands and up into the haze before him. The snow intensifying as he charge his strength.
“HERE IT GOES..LIGHT GRENADE!!”
Ukare bellowed out the command. His hands jutting out forward and the blast shooting out of his hand. At first, a small sphere but quickly growing into a larger Ki blast, a tail on the back with sparking and spiking sides. The blast bursting into the mist of pure whiteness before him, taking a moment to explode and cause a satisfying boom in the distance.